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14: Save them and create a good karmaLin Jingyu’s heart sank abruptly, and he turned around suddenly.

He saw that ”Fat Sheep” brother, who had just been so majestic and had unleashed a talisman treasure, now looked as if all his bones had been removed.

He lay limp on the ground, his face pale as gold paper, his breath hanging by a thread, having completely fainted.

The earth-shattering phantom of the coiling dragon giant sword was now slowly flying back, its light dim, transforming once again into a palm-sized glowing white jade talisman.

With a ”clatter,” it landed lightly on his blood-stained chest.

However, there was a tiny crack on it now.

”Uh...” All of Lin Jingyu’s excitement was instantly extinguished, and he couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.

So that was it! This thing was just a one-time nuclear button; once you pressed it, you were done for! No wonder he didn’t use it at the start!

Fortunately, that old bastard Elder Lin Chengyuan was only focused on fleeing and had no time to pay attention to the situation here.

Otherwise, if he had turned back to attack, both he and the ”Fat Sheep” brother would have died.

His gaze involuntarily fixed tightly on the jade talisman lying quietly on the ”Fat Sheep’s” chest.

A talisman treasure!

A super trump card that would allow him to walk sideways in this region! As long as he obtained it, what was Elder Lin Chengyuan worth? He could crush him with a wave of his hand!

And on this ”Fat Sheep” brother... the Mid-Grade Spirit Stone he pulled out so casually, the Spirit Pill he ate like candy, the luxurious Storage Pouch... Was this even a person? He was clearly a walking Spirit Stone mine!

As long... as long as he reached out his hand...

Lin Jingyu’s breathing suddenly became heavy. His heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand and then suddenly released, pumping hot blood frantically.

His fingertips trembled slightly, uncontrollable, as if the jade talisman were exuding a deadly temptation.

Thoughts of greed sprouted wildly like vines, entangling his reason—the immense wealth and supreme power within reach!

He could even imagine Elder Lin Chengyuan’s terrified, twisted old face after he obtained the talisman treasure! And a future where his sister, Lin Jingxia, would never have to worry again!

”Slap!” A crisp, loud slap suddenly exploded in the silent clearing!

Lin Jingyu used all his strength to strike his left cheek hard and mercilessly! A burning, intense pain instantly swept through his nerves, and half his face visibly swelled up, instantly slapping away the wildly growing greed!

”Damn it! Lin Jingyu! What the hell are you thinking!” he roared at himself in his heart. His eyes regained their clarity, even carrying a trace of lingering fear.

He took a deep breath and, with a kind of caution as if avoiding a plague, carefully pinched the jade talisman that still carried the ”Fat Sheep’s” body heat with two fingers.

As if holding a red-hot iron, he quickly and tightly stuffed it back into the collar of the other person’s chest, even subconsciously tucking it in further to ensure it was hidden well.

Deep down, he was not the type of Bandit Cultivator who would kill to seize treasure and stop at nothing.

If he were tempted by greed today and committed such an act of treachery and taking advantage of someone’s misfortune, even if he gained much, it would inevitably become a Heart Demon, gnawing at his Dao Heart day and night, making it difficult for his thoughts to ever be clear again.

He had a Golden Finger, his future was promising; it wasn’t worth gambling his original intent for this bit of ”floating wealth” right before him!

Not worth it!

Besides, what kind of behemoth stood behind someone who could casually pull out something like a talisman treasure? Did he dare to bet that there weren’t more terrifying protective Restrictions on the other person?

What if, the moment he harbored murderous intent, a Golden Core Stage Divine Thought phantom popped out and slapped him into a pulp?

Or, even more insidiously, were there any tracking or vengeance marks on that talisman treasure or Storage Pouch? This immense wealth—he might have the life to take it, but not the life to spend it! The risk was too great!

This ”Fat Sheep” person seemed reckless and stubborn in his actions, but that pride in his bones and that fearlessness of death... were definitely not the temperament of an ordinary Loose Cultivator.