In the evening, Severin walked into the courtyard and gazed at the open space not far away. At this


    moment, disciples of the Devil Gang were celebrating, reveling in their newfound freedom. Many were


    filled with mixed emotions, indulging in drinks


    and cheers.


    Stephanie approached Severin, tossing a jug of wine to him, aslding, “Why aren’t you joining them for


    the feast? Why stay


    alone?


    Severin smiled faintly and replied, “I prefer solitude. During the loot division earlier, you saw it yourself,


    your share is in here. “He tossed a spatial ring to her.


    Taking the ring, Stephanie nced inside, then carefully stored the contents. She said to Severin, “In


    theing days, you’ll have your work cut out for you. Many of the Devil Gang, members, their families


    probably think they’re dead. Reuniting with their loved ones will bring them immense joy.”


    She continued, “I have nothing left to do here. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. But before I go, I want to thank


    you again. If it weren’t for your help that day, I might not be here.”


    Severin grinned. “During thesest few days when they search for the Burial Soul Herb, they’ll also be


    looking for other spiritual herbs. Won’t you stay and divide those as well?”


    Stephanie shrugged nonchntly. “You toil every day refining pills for them. I won’t stay to share those


    herbs. They’re your hard–earned rewards. After all, I can’t be of much help to you. Once I return to the


    sect, I’ll focus on my attainment. Especially those two fifth–grade spiritual fruits after consuming them,


    breaking through to the attainment of a saint shouldn’t be a problem.”


    Raising the wine jug in his hand, Severin took a hearty sip. “Haha, then we’re friends. If you ever need


    my help in the future, feel free to find me.”


    Stephanie felt a slight excitement in her heart and said, “Hehe, having a friend who is a third–grade


    alchemist is quite an honorable thing.”


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    She felt like she had found a kindred spirit. Normally a woman of few words, she ended up chatting


    with Severin and drinkingte into the night before returning to her room to sleep.


    The next morning, as soon as Severin woke up, there were already more than two hundred people


    waiting outside his door.


    “Could it be?” Severin looked at these people, all of them looking at him expectantly, a strange


    expression on his face. He could not help but smile wryly. “Have you found the Burial Soul Herb?TM


    “Yes, Senior, we were so excited that we went out early this morning to search for it,” one of the men


    said immediately.


    Quico smiled and said, “Senior, while they were searching for the Burial Soul Herb, they also found a


    lot of spiritual herbs to give you. Moreover, many people have said that if you need to refine pills here


    for seven or eight days, within these few days, even if the Torture Spell Worms in their bodies are


    killed, they will go and find more spiritual herbs to repay your great


    kindness.”


    “Yes, Senior, please don’t refuse. This is like giving us a second chance at life,” an old man said


    excitedly. After thinking for a moment, Severin finally nodded. “Alright, but be careful while searching


    for the herbs. If you encounter powerful spirit beasts, there’s no need to take unnecessary risks. Do


    you understand? And don’t wear your disciples‘ tokens.”


    The old man immediately grinned. “Senior, rest assured, we found those tokens humiliating before.


    Yesterday, we threw them away directly. From now on, we’ll start anew!”