The Lair

Not long after Hou Ba's talisman light flew out, a martial artist covered in filth rushed out of Black Beard Mountain and joined up with Hou Ba's group in the blink of an eye.

"Why did you take so long? It's been over a month—I was practically turning into a wild man!" The martial artist's face was filled with fury.

He truly looked wretched. His entire body was coated in grimy grease, his hair was like a nest of weeds, and he gave off a nauseating sour stench. If not for the speed of his movements just now, one might have taken him for a beggar at first glance.

"Uh... some matters delayed us. Don't worry, the agreed reward of fifty Mid-grade Spirit Crystals per day will all be there!"

"Where's the Monster Beast?" Hou Ba asked.

"It has been active around Black Beard Mountain the whole time, occasionally coming out. Over this past month or so, it only appeared twice, and each time, it stayed for no more than a hundred breaths.

"I already mentioned the rest of the intelligence in the Talisman Signal. If you want to hunt it, I suggest you..."

"Enough. We know what to do. Here's your payment!" Hou Ba crudely cut the martial artist off and casually tossed him a Storage Ring.

Ye Zhen's expression shifted at those words. This man had actually been waiting here for over a month? Yet their journey had clearly taken only half a month?

A thought stirred in Ye Zhen's heart.

After inspecting it and counting the contents with his divine sense, the beggar-like martial artist nodded in satisfaction and vanished into the distance in an instant.

"This man has long-term dealings with the Divine Sect. He makes his living selling intelligence. He was the one who discovered