Inside Star-Pity Pavilion.
"Without my junior sister bothering me, and without having to go out on patrol, this is wonderful..."
Jiang Yuansheng sat cross-legged, inhaling and exhaling primordial qi. Feeling that his cultivation had improved a little more, he could not help but show delight.
Ever since he had followed Fang Lang, he no longer needed to carry out patrol missions.
And Zhong Shenxiu had recently been acting directly with Yellow Dragon Scholar, so he did not need a burden either.
Jiang Yuansheng immediately gained a great deal of free time, allowing him to devote himself to cultivation.
"At this rate, perhaps I can reach the Seventh Realm within twenty years. Before I turn a hundred, I might even have a sliver of a chance to break through to Great Sage?"
His face was filled with delight as he indulged in his daydream.
Just then, footsteps sounded.
"Miss Qin Weiyin?"
Jiang Yuansheng saw the only cultivator besides himself approaching, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face. "What is it?"
He had not even had time to ask how she had entered this secret chamber.
"You have already fallen into demonic corruption."
Qin Weiyin frowned. Suddenly, a crimson tentacle, suspended between illusion and reality, extended from her sleeve and drew a wisp of darkness from Jiang Yuansheng's body.
Jiang Yuansheng blinked and suddenly discovered that the surroundings had changed.
At some point, the walls had become covered in a layer of crimson flesh membrane.
The void was even filled with strands of black qi. Looking closely, he saw that those black currents were composed of countless tiny black insects.
"A monster!"
He stared at Qin Weiyin and screamed.
"What are you shouting for? Are there still so few monsters on the island?"
Qin Weiyin gave a cold laugh.
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