The Vicious Evil Art

Listening to the old man's account, Li Yan gradually pieced together the outline.

"Pan Peaches" had existed for a very long time. Perhaps they had once existed in ancient times, but the method had long since been lost.

Some alchemists had pursued them relentlessly, finding fragments in historical records and attempting to recreate them by every possible means. They had even been willing to extinguish their humanity and plunge the world into chaos. The chaos caused by the demonic monk Fa Qing of Northern Wei might have been one such incident.

According to the records, Zhao Changsheng had obtained this method long ago and had already completed it.

The Pan Peach Gathering in the capital had been born because of this.

Whenever he thought of those fresh, glistening Pan Peaches that never rotted despite the passing years, Li Yan felt his stomach churn.

"Senior, do you know what evil art they used?"

"I don't know, but they must have used six-year-old children born in a yin year and yin month as furnaces."

After hearing this, Li Yan drew a deep breath. "Senior, to be frank, the court has already arranged for people to investigate them. They're Daoist friends I absolutely trust. This matter is of great importance, and the city isn't safe either. Why don't I escort you out of the city so you can hide?"

Old Wu hurriedly shook his head. "I don't trust those Xuan Gate People."

"You should leave. I'll abandon this place. Since my whereabouts have been exposed, I won't go to the night market again. Unless I find those people, I won't leave the capital."

Then he said in a heavy voice, "I advise you not to trust those Daoists either. Who knows whether their masters and elders were involved?"

"That works too."

Li Yan