Cheng Xiaotian had slain multiple Core Formation Cultivators. Like his grandfather Cheng Zhanxian, he was hated to the bone by the Core Formation Cultivators of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, who wished nothing more than to get rid of him quickly.
"Daoist Lin? You mean Lin Yunlong?"
Wang Qingshan asked doubtfully. Lin Yunlong was a relatively renowned Alchemist of Shangqing Monastery. His Dao Companion was Zhang Wan, and both of them were among the Seven Sons of Shangqing, key figures nurtured by Shangqing Monastery.
Liu Meier nodded. "That's right. Daoist Lin's Dao Companion, Madam Zhang, died at Cheng Xiaotian's hands. This Blood Flood-Dragon Pill was actually given to you by him; I'm merely delivering it on his behalf. This is only the deposit. Once the matter is done, Daoist Lin will give you another generous reward."
"Given Daoist Lin's status, why doesn't he ask other fellow disciples for help?"
Wang Qingshan voiced his doubts. Shangqing Monastery was one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects. With Lin Yunlong's standing, he could easily invite other fellow disciples to help rather than seek aid from outsiders.
"There aren't many Core Formation Cultivators stationed here by Shangqing Monastery, and experts are fewer still. Otherwise, Daoist Lin wouldn't have spent such a hefty sum to hire us."
Wang Qingshan nodded. "No problem. I accept this matter."
With four Core Formation Eighth Layer cultivators joining forces, Cheng Xiaotian would find it hard even to die. Besides, Wang Qingshan had already intended to avenge an old friend.
Pointing at the teapot, Wang Qingshan asked, "Is this Joy Union Tea?"
"I sprinkled in a little Blood Flood-Dragon Pill powder. It won't harm you. I merely wanted to see what you thought of me. Judging from the result, I'm quite satisfied."
Liu Meier let out a coquettish laugh, tenderness