Two days later.
The Jiang family convoy had already left the borders of Three Rivers Prefecture and was proceeding slowly along the official road.
Jiang Li lounged sideways against the carriage, drumming his fingertips on the armrest as he continually stuffed preserved organs into his mouth and chewed.
"Just because they're afraid this piece of trash will fall into another clan's hands, we can't even use escape arts. We have to travel hundreds of li by mortal means. What a useless waste!"
As he cursed, the carriage suddenly gave a faint shake.
Jiang Li flipped into the carriage and yanked open the lid of the yellow clay jar.
The corpse before Jiang Yanzhi had already been hollowed out, leaving only a shriveled husk of skin.
Jiang Yanzhi's eyes were bloodshot. He was savagely tearing at his own arm, blood streaming down it, yet he seemed not to feel pain at all. A suppressed growl rumbled from his throat.
"Heh, addicted to blood food. As expected, he can't be propped up against a wall."
Jiang Li sneered and stretched lazily, his joints crackling. "I'm so bored my back aches. Perfect—I'll go sink my teeth into something."
He turned to the lion demon guarding the carriage outside. "Watch the young master. I'll be back in no time."
With that, his figure flashed and vanished into the forest beside the road.
Jiang Li failed to notice that, at the very moment he left, the crimson in Jiang Yanzhi's eyes rapidly faded, replaced by calm.
"As long as I can lure him away. Otherwise, dealing with a Core Condensation demon cultivator would be truly difficult."
Jiang Yanzhi opened his mouth and spat out a faint streak of white light. It shot precisely through the seal of the yellow clay jar, opening several cracks in