With sufficient Spirit Stones loaded, the cannons could seriously injure Nascent Soul realm cultivators.
That alone made them terrifying.
There were only three.
Han Yu stored them immediately.
'Qing Luan's people will love these.' He thought.
Perhaps they could replicate them.
Even partial success would be worthwhile.
Imagine merchant caravans carrying hidden artillery.
Han Yu almost smiled.
The idea was beautiful.
He continued searching.
Palm Hand Lu had accumulated wealth for decades and it showed.
Storage rooms filled with Spirit Stones.
Rare ores.
Formation materials.
Spirit herbs.
Several spatial bags.
Weapon racks.
Alchemy ingredients.
Han Yu collected everything.
He did not even hesitate.
If Palm Hand Lu complained…
Well.
The man was dead.
Eventually Han Yu reached the study.
This place interested him more.
Documents.
Records.
Maps.
Correspondence.
These often carried more value than treasure.
He sat down and began reading.
