"Come to think of it, I should thank you, Fellow Daoist."
Song Wen smiled as he continued slowly.
"If you had not thrown flesh and blood into the Yin Spring and set up a Yin-condensing formation, even the two oldest Nine-Aperture Profound-Connecting Ganoderma would likely have needed another century or two to reach a ten-thousand-year medicinal age. And in a hundred years, Demonfall Valley will open again. By then, members of the Divine Blood Sect will surely come. If they discover everything here, it will truly be troublesome."
"You..." Lü Ling's eyes widened in fury, as though endless flames were dancing within them. "You are willing to wait here for twenty or thirty years?"
"Oh?"
The smile on Song Wen's face deepened. "So... the two Nine-Aperture Profound-Connecting Ganoderma need only another twenty or thirty years to become ten-thousand-year spirit medicines."
"You tricked me into revealing that?" Lü Ling gritted his teeth.
"And what if I did?"
Song Wen raised his hand and slapped Lü Ling across the face again and again, each blow ringing out sharply.
"You are nothing more than a prisoner now, fish on the chopping block, at my mercy. Who gave you the nerve to question me?"
The slaps kept landing. They were not particularly painful, but what little dignity Lü Ling had left was utterly swept away.
"If you have the guts, kill me now." Lü Ling was consumed with hatred.
"I will not kill you before the Nine-Aperture Profound-Connecting Ganoderma mature into ten-thousand-year spirit medicines. But I will torture you slowly."
After saying this, Song Wen turned to Rong Shao beside him.
"Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, is that Shadow-Escape Rat still here?"
"It is."
As Rong Shao spoke, he took out a Soul Bottle.
Once he lifted the restriction on the Soul Bottle, the Shadow-Escape