Chapter 152: Cloak (Patreon)

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Wang Hong spent another day away from the Sect before returning. As he entered his small courtyard, Little Peng rushed towards him, colliding with his body.

He had left Little Peng at home when he went out, providing it with a pile of food to keep it company for several days.

Now, upon seeing Wang Hong return, Little Peng joyfully bumped into him, its strength surprisingly robust. An ordinary person would be turned into a meat paste by its force.

Wang Hong swiftly turned and pinned it down, mounting it.

With Wang Hong on its back, Little Peng soared into the sky, spiraling and dancing through the air. Sometimes it dashed forward, somersaulted in mid-air, shot straight up into the clouds, performed a free fall at high speed, and then stabilized just a foot or two above the ground.

This was their latest trick, a game Wang Hong found more interesting than flying with his own spiritual tool.

After playing in the air for a while, Wang Hong and Little Peng returned to the courtyard. Wang Hong prepared some food for it and then entered the Cultivation Room alone.

In the Cultivation Room, Wang Hong took out the Storage Bag of the black-robed assassin and emptied its contents.

First, he found a Token with the inscription "Si Ling Liu of the Earth Division (Code number 406)."

He now knew that the Shadow Kill had three divisions: Heaven, Earth, and Human. The two assassins he encountered earlier belonged to the Human Division, with only Qi Cultivation level.

Assassins of the Earth Division possessed Foundation Building cultivation level. Both this Si Ling Liu (Code number 406) and the previous Huang Yu belonged to the Earth Division.

Above the Earth Division was the Heaven Division, whose assassins were said to have Golden Core cultivation level, a terrifying thought.

It seemed that in the long days ahead, he couldn't reveal his true strength. He had to conceal some trump cards.

If he showed too much strength, they might send assassins with Golden Core cultivation directly. It would be as simple as squashing an ant for them.

With his current level of strength, even a late-stage Foundation Building cultivator would be challenging for him to handle, let alone someone with Golden Core cultivation.

Tossing the Token aside, the item that caught Wang Hong's attention the most in this pile was the black longbow.

Wang Hong grabbed the black longbow, a rare middle-grade Spiritual Weapon, measuring five feet in length.

Despite his wealth, he only had one middle-grade Spiritual Weapon, the Golden Light Bowl, before. Now, he had another middle-grade weapon, completing his offense and defense with two middle-grade Spiritual Weapons.

However, bows were generally suited for long-range attacks. As for mid-range weapons, he only had a low-grade Spiritual Weapon Flying Sword, and for close combat, he didn't have any Spiritual Weapons at all.

The bow's body was refined from a black wood material, exceptionally tough, weighing about a hundred pounds.

The bowstring was red, likely made from the tendons of some Demonic Beast.

After rummaging through the pile for a while, Wang Hong couldn't find any arrows.

When he saw the black-clad person using it, they condensed Spiritual Energy into arrows. While convenient, this type of Spiritual Energy arrow had slightly less power.

He tried pulling the bowstring and infused it with Spiritual Power, quickly condensing a black arrow on the bowstring.

He loosened his grip, and with a "whoosh," the black arrow flew out, embedding itself in a large slab of blue stone. The black arrow, made of Spiritual Energy, dissipated, leaving behind a one-inch deep hole.

Although this type of blue stone was exceptionally sturdy, it couldn't be used for refining tools. It was generally employed to test the power or strength of weapons.

Wang Hong exerted his strength, which amounted to a hundred thousand catties, leaving only shallow fist imprints.

A smile played on his lips; he was very satisfied with this Spiritual Weapon.

Typically, Spiritual Weapons needed refinement, leaving one's Divine Sense imprint on them. After refining, controlling them became effortless, responding to the user's will.

This flexibility was why Spiritual Weapons were more spirited compared to Magical Weapons. The Divine Sense imprints were bestowed by the owner. Once erased, the weapon became lifeless.

Additionally, the Divine Sense imprint also served to acknowledge the master. A Spiritual Weapon with a Divine Sense imprint responded better to its owner. If someone else used it, it would feel awkward, like wearing someone else's shoes—uncomfortable and ill-fitting.

There were legends of powerful magical treasures generating a spirit of their own, capable of fighting enemies without the need for a master's control. However, Wang Hong had never witnessed or heard of anyone possessing such a formidable magical treasure.

Contentedly, he stored away the black longbow and continued sifting through the pile on the ground. He discovered that these Shadow Kill assassins, despite the increased risks, were swimming in wealth.

Their income surpassed that of treasure-seeking cultivators by a considerable margin.

Most treasure-seeking cultivators didn't dare provoke major powers. They only robbed poor loose cultivators, resulting in meager gains with no guaranteed income—feast or famine. Unlucky ones might even incur losses.

These assassins were different. They received a regular salary and were backed by major powers, daring to kill anyone. After a successful assassination, all the target's belongings became theirs, with additional rewards from superiors. They were the high-income group among cultivators, despite the danger.

Soon, he found a Cloak in the pile, with an attached hood and a cloak-like design.

It turned out to be a low-grade Spiritual Weapon. Wang Hong draped it over himself and activated it with Spiritual Power.

His figure began to blur, gradually blending with the surroundings until he vanished into thin air.

After a moment, he reappeared.

Wang Hong sensed that this Spiritual Weapon Cloak was similar to Liu Changsheng's, able to conceal his form. However, there was a difference—Liu Changsheng's allowed movement while invisible, useful for assassination or escape.

This one, when invisible, could only stay still, unable to move.

Its advantage was greater concealment than Liu Changsheng's, and its Divine Sense wasn't restricted. Liu Changsheng's cloak had limitations on Divine Sense, leaving him unaware when poisoned.

Despite its drawbacks, Wang Hong was satisfied with acquiring such a Spiritual Weapon. Free things, who wouldn't be content!

He then sorted through the pile, finding a low-grade Spiritual Weapon Flying Sword used by the black-robed cultivator, worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. There were also various ores, spiritual herbs, and miscellaneous items that Wang Hong casually stored.

Several bottles of Pills for cultivation, healing, etc., amounted to just over a dozen. The Spirit Stones in the Storage Bag numbered over two hundred thousand, allowing him to expand Space by two acres to cultivate the newly acquired Spiritual Herbs.

The rest were worthless odds and ends, burned by Wang Hong with a flick of fire.

Killing a Shadow Kill Earth Division assassin unexpectedly yielded so many valuable items, significantly alleviating his fear of Shadow Kill.

Entering Space, Wang Hong scattered the two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, letting them absorb slowly.

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