Chapter 449: Shelling Out—The Gentleman Has Entered the Urn
This tract of land was planted thick with pines and cypresses on every side. The fields were divided according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, and every plot brimmed with all manner of spiritual plants and medicinal herbs, their rich fragrance drifting through the air in wave after wave.
Among them stood cauldrons and urns that seemed to be used for processing medicinal ingredients, arranged in a scattered yet orderly fashion.
The insect shadow Fang Shu had transformed into drifted through the place, and before long, a strange gigantic plant entered his sight.
Its stalk was nearly a zhang wide and long, its surface covered in scars. At its center was a weathered pattern resembling a human face, while dense chains—more than a hundred of them—bound it tightly from all around.
It had no branches at all. Only at its peak did a canopy spread outward like an umbrella.
It was unmistakably Old Mountain Lord's true body. Yet compared to the Old Mountain Lord Fang Shu remembered, its canopy had shrunk nearly a hundredfold and was dull and lifeless.
With a single glance, Fang Shu saw countless marks of blades and axes upon Old Mountain Lord's body, matching the grim scenes of herb harvesting he had learned through soul-searching.
Fixing his gaze on Old Mountain Lord, Fang Shu's body wriggled and immediately gathered into human form.
His eyes shifted, while coldness surged through his heart.
Sure enough, there had been no mistakes or omissions in Azure Spider's memories.
After Old Mountain Lord had been captured atop Ancient Mount Lu, he had become little more than a pig raised for slaughter, sliced month after month and hacked apart year after year.
The reason he had not perished, however, was inseparable from