Deep within Heavenly Fiend Forest, beside a pond shrouded in mist, two black figures clung to the trunks of century-old pines like lizards.
A waterfall poured down from a cliff over ten zhang high, forming a natural stone platform in the middle of the water pool. Three spirit flowers half a person tall swayed atop it—their stems were as crystalline as glazed glass, their petals glimmered with faint blue-green fluorescence. They were none other than the "Spirit Spring Flowers" that immortals flocked to like ducks!
"Hey, Third Brother, see that?" The black-clad man on the left lowered his voice and nudged his companion with an elbow. "That thing's even more succulent than the intelligence said. It's got at least three hundred years of growth! Hahahahaha! The other immortal sects definitely never imagined that Heavenly Fiend Forest held more than just one precious exotic treasure!"
The black-clad man called Third Brother licked his lips, his fingers rubbing the poisoned dagger hidden in his sleeve. "Once that woman picks the spirit herb, we strike immediately. Remember to avoid facing her head-on. That woman looks so damn seductive—her background is probably anything but simple!"
Before his words had faded, a figure in red swept out from behind the waterfall.
The woman lightly tapped the water's surface with the tip of her foot. The splashing droplets actually hung suspended in midair, reflecting the azure jade bottle hanging at her waist—it seemed to be the mark of an Inner Disciple from some immortal sect.
She reached for the Spirit Spring Flowers, but amid the waterfall's roar, a sudden whistle of wind cut through the air!
"Little beauty, leave the spirit flowers behind!" The two black-clad men leaped down at once, daggers and bone whistles gleaming coldly in their hands as they closed in from both