Slay the Evils When There Are Evils and When There Aren't!
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Fellow Cultivator Ba?"
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar, in his ragged, stinky clothes, was surrounded by a bunch of elegant-looking leaders and elders, as if he were the moon around a bunch of stars or an emperor who was served by the eunuchs.
As the secret treasuries were opened one another, the Cultivators' expectations were raised time and time again, only to be shattered without exception. The more impatient ones of them could not help but ask, "Where are the secret treasures where the Black Devil Cult has accumulated its loot for decades?"
"Well. Here, and here. Aren't they all secret treasures?"
There was no telling where Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar found a black tobacco pipe. He puffed on it comfortably and pointed with the pipe. "The seals of the leaders of quite a few sects are in this place. They are enough evidence that Roaring Tiger Hall has been conspiring with the Black Devil Cult to lay waste to so many sects, aren't they?"
"Of course, but…"