You Prefecture border.
Linshan City, thirty li from Qingcha Mountain.
"Where did the Three Corpse Gu King Pot go?! Who took this old man's treasure?!"
A tall, white-haired elder with a ruddy complexion stared at Lin Tong's charred corpse in the ruined temple. His gaze was like a venomous snake's, and a terrifying aura spread from his body.
Beside Su Tianhai, seven young men with sinister auras stood silent as cicadas in winter.
"All of you, get out there and search!"
"If the Three Corpse Gu King Pot isn't found within three days, every one of you will die!"
With a sweep of Su Tianhai's sleeve, the seven disciples tumbled away like rolling gourds, landing several zhang away before scrambling up and scattering in all directions.
At this moment,
Su Tianhai was furious beyond measure.
The Three Corpse Gu King Pot concerned whether he could advance into the true Martial Arts Innate realm!
There could be no mistake!
These bastard dogs had grown far too bold. He was not dead yet—he had merely suffered a mad episode—and they had already started coveting their master's treasures?
If these bastard dogs were not still somewhat useful, he would have crushed them to death with the Mother-Child Gu long ago!
"Hm?"
"My little treasure! Why are you here? Where is the Three Corpse Gu King Pot?"
Suddenly, Su Tianhai saw a Gu silkworm as thick as a finger and three inches long, snow-white all over, slowly crawling toward him near the ruined temple. It was the Scent-Tracking Gu stolen by his youngest disciple, Lin Tong. If the Scent-Tracking Gu was here, then where was the Three Corpse Gu King Pot?
The Scent-Tracking Gu swiftly crawled onto Su Tianhai's hand. Its long feelers continually stretched and contracted, pointing toward Qingcha Market at the foot