The so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Temple was, in fact, an abandoned shrine.
Its doors hung crookedly, their vermilion paint peeling away, and more than half the tiles at the corners of its eaves were broken. It stood beside West City's busiest market street, yet the passing pedestrians turned a blind eye to it and walked straight past its entrance.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable. It seems this poor Daoist has indeed become quite an eyesore lately."
Ren Qing had only just stopped at the entrance when he sensed furtive gazes falling upon him. He discreetly swept his peripheral vision over the area; their source seemed to be the street corner.
Three people stood there. One of them was Feiyu, who had fled in panic earlier.
The other two had faces as gray as death and cold, sinister auras. They were clearly disciples of the Yin Corpse Dao.
When Feiyu saw Ren Qing looking his way, he recoiled several steps in fright, only steadying himself after hitting the wall. "Profound Corpse Child, are you sure... he can't detect us?"
"I'm not sure."
A jade pearl the size of a pigeon's egg hovered above Profound Corpse Child's palm, faint wisps of black vapor swirling within it.
He gave a sinister chuckle. "Relax. This is the Concealment Pearl, bestowed personally by our master. Even a Profound Immortal would struggle to see through it. At most, he might sense something."
Feiyu inwardly clicked his tongue. Wasn't sensing something bad enough? His two junior sisters had died for nothing at this evil Daoist's hands, proving just how utterly deranged the man was.
If he suddenly attacked in the street and hordes of rat demons surrounded them, there would be no escape. Profound Corpse Child said coldly, "Besides, look at him. His aura is fading like a dying