In the reed marsh, a small boat drifted downstream. The boatman knelt aboard with his palms pressed together, his face full of fear as he muttered prayers.
"The Calamity Organization. It sounds pretty impressive."
Beiyou pushed up his bamboo hat and gazed at the sky thick with dark clouds. "I wonder if I'm qualified to join?"
"You?" Blood Minister mocked from beside him. "Even a Foundation Establishment True Person wouldn't have the ability to proclaim themselves to the world, would they? You're a piece of trash who hasn't even gathered all the Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiend. You're not even qualified to be cannon fodder."
"And what does that make you, someone who can't even beat trash? A cockroach?"
"I'm only missing the Heavenly Dipper now. Once I take that final step, I'll be able to attempt Foundation Establishment. I might even have a chance to enter the Divine Marquis Manor. But how many more years will you have to struggle?"
"I thought you would leave these resources to the daughter or son you've never even met. How old are you, yet you still want to fight for it yourself?"
"I don't want to regret it when I'm on my deathbed, hearing that someone younger than me achieved Fourth Turn Foundation Establishment. Besides, I haven't taken my revenge yet. How could I be willing to give up?"
"I'd say you'll never get your revenge."
At that moment, the small boat ran aground on a shallow bank. The boatman cautiously reminded them, "Honored guests, we've reached the territory of Liangshan Marsh up ahead. This old man doesn't dare row any farther."
The rain finally began to fall. Beiyou handed the boatman two spirit jades and complained, "It's raining again. This wretched place is so sticky and clammy. Only the demonic path