Poisonous Scheme

The tall, thin cultivator's retreat and shout instead caused Tu Shan Jun's calculations to fall through.

For one fleeting instant just now, Tu Shan Jun had wanted to seize the tall, thin cultivator directly and use a soul-searching technique to find the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Anyone capable of hiring a Golden Core True Person and Foundation Establishment cultivators to die must have been no ordinary figure.

If it was not the Pei clan, then it was not any of his peers either.

Though the marketplace of Rongqing Ward was fairly prosperous, Golden Core True Persons were nowhere to be seen walking its streets. They preferred East Ward.

Cultivators like Granny Qing were already as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns here.

That was why she had become the head of a guild.

And Longrong Ward was such an out-of-the-way place that even calling it an urban village was flattering it. It was plainly a shantytown that had gathered together, only gradually transformed into this state after everyone earned a little Spirit Stone.

His peers lacked such ability, but the dozen or so families controlling this remote southern part of the city did have it. Yet what could they possibly want? The Black Pill Pavilion's income, or Tu Shan Jun himself, a great alchemist capable of refining third-grade pills?

It was not as though no guild had invited him before.

However, they had all invited him as an honored guest. No one had ever used such forceful methods.

Tu Shan Jun's brows suddenly knit tight.

He had lived in comfort for too long and lost his vigilance.

He should have struck first the moment that woman died violently.

Unfortunately, this soul-split body possessed only Foundation Establishment cultivation. Techniques too powerful would kill the tall, thin cultivator,