After seven or eight days of relentless pursuit, I had killed over a hundred people. While that number isn't massive, my reputation had certainly grown. The name "Shameless 13-Sword" became increasingly notorious. Whenever I flew over a region, people would scream from afar, "Run! The Shameless 13-Sword is here!"
I realized that, at the end of the day, everyone out there was hunting me. So, without a word, I’d strike—a single "Belt-Slicing Sword" move. As long as they turned to run, I could harvest their Storage Bags. I stopped caring whether I killed them or not; I discovered a pattern: once someone was stripped of their clothes, they never came looking for trouble again. Moreover, I scavenged a vast amount of heavenly treasures from those bags.
Many cultivators had the same idea as me: digging up immature spiritual herbs and fruits to take home for cultivation. But after some thought, I realized that as one person, how much could I possibly dig? Since these people were all my enemies, it was faster to just rob them. Occasionally, there were surprises—like discovering the Dragon Spirit Fruit Tree that Xuanyou had asked me to find in one cultivator's pouch. I was beaming with joy; I had worried about what trials I might face to get items for Xuanyou, but here it was, delivered by someone else’s hand.
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