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"Little Ji, we're here!"

A moment later, Big Stone and Old Tree appeared before Ji Hao.

"You two, help me kill someone."

Ji Hao stated his purpose without any attempt to hide it.

"Little Ji, leave it to us."

Big Stone patted his chest and answered readily. "It's just... I haven't had a drink in ages!"

"A big vat each. A big vat per person."

"Good! Tell us, who are we killing?"

The three spirits practically drooled at the mention of "a big vat" of wine.

"A poisonous woman in the Great Shaman realm."

Ji Hao answered, then led the three spirits toward their destination.

The Mountain Ghost, Heng Luo, possessed an innate gift for communicating with plants. Throughout the entire forest, every flower, blade of grass, and tree was her eye and ear.

Thus, Ji Hao had found Jiang Yao and Ji Wu through Heng Luo long ago.

It was a hot spring.

Deep within a dense forest where daylight could not penetrate, a hot spring bubbled continuously.

Ji Wu was soaking in the spring.

Jiang Yao chanted an obscure, ancient incantation as she circled the hot spring, constantly tossing various medicines into the water.

These medicinal ingredients were strange and bizarre: venom glands and venom sacs from poisonous insects, insect corpses and shells, and even living venomous bugs and snakes.

After these ingredients were tossed into the spring, its water turned blood-red.

"Wu, you must defeat that little brat from the Ji Xia family at the Sacrifice Grand Ceremony."

After adding the ingredients, a savage expression appeared on Jiang Yao's face. "But, Wu, don't kill him. At the ancestral sacrifice ceremony, make an Ancestral Spirit Blood Oath with that brat Ji Hao. Whoever loses becomes the other's slave."

"Turn him into a slave... If I kill Qing Fu