Even a dog is more humane than him.
Afterward, Jiang Qing shifted her focus to the recent turning points. Upon seeing the contents displayed there, a trace of disdain could not help but rise in her eyes.
"Bah, what shameless nerve! Her own biological daughter spent nearly ten years as a slave and servant in the laundry room, subjected to all kinds of bullying and torture, and now he finally remembers her? Even a dog is more humane than him. I wonder if the original owner's mother was blind or had cataracts to fall for such a piece of trash!"
Jiang Qing arched her phoenix-like eyes, her cherry-like red lips unable to hold back a stream of curses.
"Coming for her? If they want her to go back to the Jiang Family, they can go jump in a lake!"
After venting her frustration, Jiang Qing remembered the storage bag she had obtained in the back mountain last night.
Taking out the storage bag, Jiang Qing forcefully suppressed her drumming heartbeat and channeled the faint cyan warmth inside her body into the bag. This time, she opened it with ease.
Jiang Qing held the storage bag upside down, and with a rustling cascade of sounds, a pile of items soon appeared in the inn room.
"Such a palm-sized bag can hold so many things. Truly magical." Looking at the mountain-like array of various items before her, Jiang Qing's pretty phoenix eyes narrowed into crescents.
Although she had read many novels about immortal cultivation in the past and knew about storage bags, it was only upon truly experiencing it that she felt its wonder.
Perhaps, once she grew more accustomed to the wonders of the cultivation world in the future, she would become immune to it.
Recovering her senses, Jiang Qing began to carefully examine the items in front of her.
There was a pile of glowing colored stones. Jiang Qing knew those were spirit stones; she counted them and found about three thousand five hundred. Among them were around twenty stones of a slightly deeper hue, which were undoubtedly medium-grade spirit stones.
Besides those, there were various bottles and jars. Jiang Qing checked the labels and learned that they were all medicinal pills.
There were Peiyuan Pills, Huichun Pills, Huiling Pills, Ningbi Pills, Qingshuang Pills, and others. Knowing nothing about alchemy and having little understanding of the cultivation world's knowledge, other than their names, she really had no idea what these things were used for.
Jiang Qing packed them up and temporarily set them aside, shifting her attention to the sole weapon among them.
The weapon was a long sword, three chi long and two cun wide, with auspicious cloud-like patterns carved on its exquisite scabbard. Jiang Qing drew the sword, and a flash of cold light instantly rushed toward her face, its sharpness beyond question.
Unfortunately, she knew nothing about weapons either and had no idea what grade it was.
"Looks like I should buy a comprehensive guide to cultivation to properly understand these things, otherwise, even when I get good stuff like this, I won't even know how to use it."
Jiang Qing played with the long sword for a while before she sheathed it and put it away. The remaining items were two books and three jade boxes.
Jiang Qing opened and inspected all three jade boxes. Inside were spiritual herbs, but unfortunately, too much time had passed; all their spiritual Qi was long gone, leaving behind shriveled lumps of wild grass.
Next, Jiang Qing picked up the two books on the floor and flipped through them. One of them was the *Tianyan Sect Rules*.
Looking at the title, Jiang Qing thought to herself: It seems the skeleton in the back mountain last night belonged to a disciple of the Tianyan Sect.
Although she hadn't read that novel carefully, she knew the general plot. She knew that the Tianyan Sect was one of the ten most powerful sects in the Qingyun Continent, located right at the center of Zhongzhou, and its sect strength was ranked among the top three.
How could a disciple of such a major sect end up in such an obscure and unremarkable corner of the Southern Domain? And even die there?
One had to know that although Xiaguang City, where Jiang Qing was located, had several immortal cultivation families, the peak strength of these families was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Even the Jiang Family, acknowledged as the head of the four major families in Xiaguang City, had a peak strength of no more than an ancestor at the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment.
Not to mention Xiaguang City, high-level cultivators were scarce throughout the entire Southern Domain. For no other reason than that the spiritual Qi here was sparse, and resources were pitifully scarce.
This was completely incomparable to Zhongzhou, where Nascent Souls walked everywhere, Deity Transformation experts were as common as dogs, resources were all over the ground, and spiritual Qi surged like a rainbow.
Jiang Qing didn't know the reason, but it had nothing to do with her anyway.
The other book was the *Canglan Continent Geographical Records*. Jiang Qing casually flipped through two pages, intending to read it carefully when she had time later.
The rest consisted of several sets of men's clothing and some daily necessities.
Jiang Qing put these away before she could do anything else.
Suddenly, a series of knocks sounded: "Dong, dong, dong."
"Who is it?" Jiang Qing directed her gaze toward the door and frowned, asking.
"Miss, it's me, someone downstairs is looking for you."
Soon, the young waiter's voice reached Jiang Qing inside the room.
"Do you know who the person is?" Jiang Qing didn't get up to open the door; instead, she looked toward the door and spoke directly.
"The person claims to be Jiang Manhan, the eldest young miss of the Jiang Family, and says she has something important to tell you," the waiter replied.
Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Qing's pretty mouth curved into a mocking arc. "Not seeing her. Go tell the other party that if she wants me to return to the Jiang Family, she can turn right back around and go back from whence she came."
Having just looked at the recent turning points on her system panel, she naturally knew why the person downstairs was looking for her.
As for that Jiang Manhan downstairs, she was none other than her fine eldest sister—the daughter of Mrs. Zhou.
This person had never taken the original owner seriously. Not only did she not treat the original owner as a sister, but she was usually too lazy to even speak to her. While she didn't exactly bully her, the undisguised disgust in her eyes made it seem as though the original owner was some kind of filthy object in her sight.
"This..." The waiter outside the door found himself in a difficult spot for a moment.
Hearing the commotion outside and realizing the waiter hadn't left yet, Jiang Qing frowned and said, "Just tell her the truth."
"Understood, Miss." Seeing that Jiang Qing truly had no desire to see her, the waiter at the door didn't dare to say much more. Dropping those words, he hurried away.
Seeing that the doorway had quieted down, Jiang Qing immersed herself once again in her cultivation.
Downstairs in the main hall of the inn where Jiang Qing was staying, a woman in red had a complexion that instantly turned livid after listening to the waiter's report.
"Hmph! Just a base-born bastard spawned by a lowly wretch, it's doing her a huge favor for this young miss to come personally. And she actually dares to refuse? Truly shameless. See if this young miss doesn't beat her face to a pulp."
This person was none other than Jiang Manhan. Around fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in red with an alluring figure, her looks could not be called peerless, but her still-childish little face contained a hint of seductiveness, combining with the pure temperament unique to a young girl to form a contradictory whole.
"Which room is she in?" Jiang Manhan's pretty face was tinged with anger; clearly, Jiang Qing's actions had provoked her.
"Re... replying to the Jiang Miss, the person you're looking for is in Earth Room Number Two..."
Seeing the murderous look on Jiang Manhan's face, the waiter had long since turned pale with fright, terrified that the other party might vent her anger on him.
He was well aware that this Miss Jiang was a cultivator, and a mortal waiter like him could not afford to offend her.
Now seeing her ask, he didn't dare to conceal anything. Stammering out the answer, he bolted without looking back.
Jiang Manhan paid no attention to the waiter. Flicking the bright red hem of her skirt, she held her head high, puffed out her chest, and proudly began walking upstairs.