Shen Wansan saw Mo Wentian off, the smile on his face gradually fading.
"The next target: Bai Wuyai, the traitor of Medicine King Valley."
"Commander, Bai Wuyai's whereabouts have been pinpointed."
"However, we found signs that a Spirit Realm Envoy has been active nearby. Should we report this to the master?"
Shen Wansan frowned and pondered for a moment.
The master was at a critical juncture in seclusion. How could they trouble him over such a trifling matter?
How could the master cultivate in peace then?
After a moment, Shen Wansan made up his mind. "The exact location?"
"Fifty li east of the former site of Medicine King Valley, in an abandoned Cave Mansion. Bai Wuyai has been cultivating spirit herbs there and has not emerged for three years."
Shen Wansan thought for a moment, a glint of chill flashing through his eyes. "Let us go meet this Spirit Realm Envoy and see what exactly he wants."
At the former site of Medicine King Valley, inside an underground cavern.
Amid the stench of rotting spirit herbs, Bai Wuyai's withered fingers held a blackened Netherworld Lingzhi.
Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of purplish-black blood, and the pill furnace hanging from the stone wall exploded with a bang.
"So it really is... still impossible to suppress the Soul-Eating Gu..."
He gave a bitter laugh and wiped the blood from his lips, only to hear a sinister sigh drift in from outside the cave.
"What a pity, what a pity. The mighty Ghost Hand Pill King has actually been driven to such a state by gu insects planted by his own disciple."
Bai Wuyai spun around. A man draped in a black cloak stood within the shadows.
"Who are you?" Bai Wuyai's fingers silently clasped three poisoned needles.
The man merely