Is This You, Little Mud Man?

"Come on, no way. Those two weren't captured by people from the Yin Yang Sect, were they?"

Zhao Han thought of Fang Qinglan, who'd brushed off a beggar, and the red-clad young woman.

The Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers with them had most likely been captured and turned into Perpetual Motion Ducks.

That had kept all four of them from heading to Yongbei to complete their mission, though it was too late to go now anyway.

The Yin Yang Sect sure had some nerve, daring to capture disciples of the Profound Water Fiery Spirit Sect.

They were just a little picky, though, apparently focusing on capturing male Martial Artists.

That old saying was right: "Only the ox dies of exhaustion; the field is never plowed barren."

The Yin Yang Sect in Yongzhou must be pretty intense. Zhao Han wondered whether Zhao Si could hold out with nothing but his Muscle Refining Realm strength.

He had to hurry and rescue Zhao Si.

After polishing off the food on the table in a few mouthfuls, Zhao Han galloped out of Yongzhou's prefectural city and headed east.

Along the way, he took out the Dragon Seeking Stone to pinpoint the target. It quickly locked onto a secluded valley.

The valley seemed to be the grounds of a local Yongzhou sect, called the Secluded Orchid Path. It was quite an elegant name.

Concealing his presence, Zhao Han ventured deeper. Most of the female disciples he passed had abysmal aptitude—practically worthless—and pitifully low cultivation.

The strongest among them had only reached the Bone Refining Realm.

Even a dog would shake its head at their aptitude.

These female disciples did nothing but one thing: hand-roll pills.

Pills weren't necessarily made in furnaces. Some were hand-rolled, while others were pressed or shaped in molds.

The pills these