After dinner, Jiang Hao said goodbye to his sister and brother-in-law, returned to his small courtyard, removed the communication jade talisman from his waist, and examined it with spiritual power.
Jade talisman number fifty-two.
Yellow Essence Spirit?
Some time ago, Jiang Hao had rescued two spirits from the Black Snake Cave: a ginseng spirit and Yellow Essence Spirit, the sallow, skinny little girl.
A mournful, pleading voice came through the communication jade talisman.
"Great Immortal, this little girl has a request. I hope you will show mercy. Our An Xian Valley has been attacked by a Demon King. Sister Lily has been severely injured and is on the brink of death. I beg you to save Sister Lily and save us."
The little girl's voice was full of grief, and she sounded as though she were crying while transmitting the message.
An Xian Valley?
It was probably where they had settled.
A Demon King?
Anyone who dared call himself a Demon King could not be weak. At the very least, he had to be a Three-Tribulation Demon Cultivator, with strength comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator. Moreover, demons like that rarely fought alone. If he called himself a Demon King, he would surely have a group of subordinates.
Yellow Essence Spirit held his jade token, so Jiang Hao could locate her and find her easily. But with his current strength, could he defeat that Demon King and all his subordinates?
Inside an underground cave in An Xian Valley, a group of people gathered together with sorrowful expressions. Before them, atop a stone platform, lay a flower that had turned completely black and was close to withering.
"Wuwuwu, I'm afraid Sister Lily won't make it," said a girl of around fifteen or sixteen with an adorable baby face.
"That damned Centipede