Kunwu City.
Somewhere in the wilderness, Sun Yuan got out of the car and took a deep breath of fresh air.
This was already within the western reaches of Xia'en, and it was also a plateau region. The air was thin, but fortunately Sun Yuan was in good shape and showed no signs of altitude sickness.
According to the results of his earlier "spiritual communication," Professor Xiang had actually been kidnapped to somewhere near Kunwu City.
In the vision he had received through spiritual communication, he had seen several landmark buildings.
Then, after a great deal of trouble, Sun Yuan came here and used his perception to locate the Longevity Cult's local base.
In truth, it was only a teacher. He had no need to go to such lengths.
Sun Yuan himself knew that his desire to rescue his teacher accounted for perhaps less than half of his reason for doing this. More than anything, he wanted to investigate the secrets of ancient Curse Techniques.
After the changes in his thinking over these past days, he had resigned himself to fate—or rather, recognized that he could not escape the mysterious. He could only delve deeper into its study and properly master this double-edged sword!
"A base of the Longevity Cult?"
He gazed at a disguised hillock, his eyes flickering with light. Yet he did not attack immediately. Instead, he pretended to be an ordinary traveler and left...
Several days later, deep into the night.
A shadow slipped directly into the secret base and began slaughtering its way through the place.
"Enemy attack!"
"Where are the guards? Where are the guards?"
The Longevity Cult seemed to have made little preparation for an attack on its secret base. The slightest assault plunged the place into complete chaos.
Sun Yuan walked through