Toad Immortal Lord

Lingshui Prefecture lay backed against boundless mountains to the north and connected to the vast Great Marsh to the south.

Rivers crisscrossed the land, while Reed Marsh stretched unbroken for thousands of li.

In contrast, the depths of the wetlands were often shrouded in mist, with miasma that lingered year-round. Ordinary mortals who entered without maps or guidance were bound to lose their way and eventually die trapped within.

Not to mention that this was the border of Cloud Province, beyond the reach of royal authority and where laws held little sway.

Thus, many demons, heretics, and practitioners of wicked paths often came and went through these lands.

Yet in such a place, two figures were making their way unhurriedly through the thick miasma.

The girl in violet had both hands behind her head, a grass stem of unknown origin dangling from her lips as she walked with a light step.

Beside her followed a little monk, gray-faced and dusty, clutching a bundle tightly as he stumbled along, one foot high and the other low.

"Say, little baldy."

Purple Plume spat out the grass stem and turned her head.

"What kind of person is this traitor your sect sent you to Great Marsh Township to find?"

At those words, Kongming slowed slightly, a hint of gloom appearing on his face.

"Amitabha."

"That man was once this humble monk's martial uncle, Jingye."

"In those days, he was a highly enlightened monk of Tranquil Peace Temple. Unfortunately, he later became tainted by demonic obstruction, willingly sank into depravity, and betrayed the sect. Only then did he join the Sumeru Sect."

Purple Plume raised her brows, intrigued.

"Is this monk Jingye very strong?"

Kongming sighed.

"Martial Uncle Jingye possessed extraordinary talent. When he betrayed the sect, he had already knocked open the gates