The Yin Corpse Mound's Downfall?

The four had spoken from high in the sky, thinking Zhao Han couldn't hear them, but he had caught every word.

"Judging by their clothes, they're probably disciples of the Profound Water Fiery Spirit Sect, the foremost sect in Yong Prefecture. They've likely been assigned to go check on the Sixteen Counties of Yongbei."

"Her surname is Fang, and her name is Qinglan. Could she be Fang Qingyuan and Fang Qingyu's sister?"

"I think I heard Fang Qingyuan and Fang Qingyu mention the struggle over the family headship. Weren't they fighting to get more resources?"

"The Yin Corpse Mound has fallen..."

From the four's brief conversation, Zhao Han had learned a great deal.

There was no time to lose. Zhao Han circulated his inner energy and gave his body a shake.

Mud sprayed off him, striking and shattering swathes of dense forest.

After putting on his clothes, Zhao Han glanced at the silver ingot he'd been given like a beggar, drew it into his hand with a wave, and put it away.

Whatever the case, it was still ten taels of silver. When Zhao Han was hard up, he'd killed people for just one tael.

Then, with a flash, he vanished from the spot.

Before long, Zhao Han was sitting cross-legged in a secluded corner of the city, ears perked and spiritual power spread out as he listened for all kinds of news.

At first, Zhao Han had thought the Yin Corpse Mound's downfall was just a rumor that had leaked out after Jiang Bu Si killed Kui Feng and took back control of the sect.

But judging from all the information he gathered, that wasn't what had happened.

The Yin Corpse Mound had been breached from within. Many of its disciples hadn't escaped.

It was only when the various