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Maiden Of The Splitting Moon

~CHECK REVIEWS: NO ROMANCE FL~ Born from tragedy, she wields a blade of death, shining under the moonlight. Each swing takes hundreds of lives, each step leaves a trail of corpses, every move capable of dividing the stars. Her journey is not for the faint of heart as it is a solitary path drenched in blood. But only on this road will she will heal from the scars of the past. ~Schedule: Mon (1 Ch), Wed (1 Ch), Fri (1 Ch) 3 Ch. per week at 12 PM EST~ ~Cover by @PluviumG~ Made a Twitter for announcements: @ArgasWn I stream my writing on Twitch too: Argasbooba

ARGAS · Fantasy
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889 Chs

Closed-Door Cultivation

"Anything below Rank 3, I can sell but everything else, I could use."

Shutting herself in for a few days, separating everything didn't take more than half a day. Taking out the weapons were simple enough, but the other treasures took a bit more time. Anything that had an affinity for Wind and Lightning would be much more beneficial for her. On top of that, she had to take out the ones that simply weren't high quality. 

After doing that, the small hill was soon divided into five piles. One for equipment, one for treasures to sell, one to use, one to keep, and one to trash. 

Sadly, the pile of trash was the largest one of them all. Part of it was body parts, some human, some from beasts. They were all in various states, completely mangled or perfectly preserved. The other part was small keepsakes, most likely trophies that her kills took from their victims. 

Locks of hair, fingers, and even a few skulls and skin there too.