Black House Mountain lay shrouded in poisonous miasma year-round, home to countless venomous insects, savage beasts, and exotic creatures, most of them resistant to poison and poisonous themselves.
At the edge of Black House Mountain, within a forest of purple-red conifers.
The Wanqing Sect members had used purple-red branches and leaves to build a huge ring of fencing. Following Wei He's instructions, they had hung gathered Black Poison Thorn vines along it.
Inside the great fenced circle stood rows of newly built wooden houses.
For martial arts experts like them, chopping wood required no axes, and lifting and assembling wooden houses was easy enough. It was like building with blocks.
Among the wooden houses, someone had even cleared out a small plot of land and planted melons, fruits, and vegetables.
In the clearing before the houses, Wei He and Wan Qingqing stood facing each other, slowly adjusting their condition.
The remaining disciples of Wan Qing Court formed a circle around them.
Pan Rui pushed a wooden wheelchair, in which sat Wan Ling, whose injuries had yet to heal.
"Now that the meat fields of both sects have been settled, we still need a great deal of grain to feed them," Wei He said calmly. "Senior Sister, if you wish to enter the city with me, we need to see whether your injuries have recovered. A necessary test cannot be skipped."
". . . I understand." Wan Qingqing nodded, looking at Wei He with mixed emotions.
Although Wan Ling had kept her lips sealed, Wan Qingqing had heard all the rumors spreading out from Xuanjing City over these past days.
Wei He had acted, poisoning more than five hundred Chijing Army soldiers to death and even forcing back the defending general, Zhou Xingtong.
Such a major event was almost impossible to