The demons proved unable to withstand a single blow, severed limbs and mangled chunks flying everywhere.
Moments later, nothing remained outside the courtyard but corpses strewn across the ground.
Ren Shanshi picked up the Earthen Jar in the corner. From inside came Li Jing's panting, the breaths of a man who had narrowly escaped death.
"Let's go. Both your daughters are already at the Fortune-Life Martial Hall."
"Th-thank you."
Ren Shanshi barely managed to suppress the deadly poison. All his body hair had fallen out, and he reckoned it would take at least half a month to digest most of the toxins.
Rubbing his broad forehead, he asked curiously, "Li Jing, speaking of which, where's your wife?"
Li Jing shook his head bitterly. "After marrying into the Clans, once she bears children, she returns to them. All they give you is a status."
"So that's how it works."
Ren Shanshi felt little contempt for him. Badu was crawling with demons and monsters. If Li Jing wanted to get ahead, he could only lean on the Clans. Staying alive was hard enough.
The two hurried out of the Prince's Residence and headed toward the Fortune-Life Martial Hall.
Soon, the Prince's Residence sank into utter silence. It was not until noon the next day that Ren Qing regained consciousness, his second Buddhist artifact nearly finished. "Boundless Heavenly Venerable."
Ren Qing took a deep breath, and the dense, turbid qi permeating the residence surged madly into his nostrils.
With the Imperial Court Scroll stationed at the Primordial Beginning Temple, the turbid qi was temporarily sealed within his lower dantian. Its total quantity was equivalent to at least three or four hundred spirit stones.
Croak!
The Frog Immortal Lord opened his mouth at just the right moment, and a streak of white light emerged