"Your tongue is slick as a reed!"
Yuan Rong clearly did not believe Song Wen's words. His eyes remained fixed on Song Wen.
"Earlier, above the cold pool, when the ghostly qi suddenly erupted, you took advantage of us being locked in battle with the flood dragons and unhesitatingly used a death-substitution technique, crossing the entire battlefield to pluck the Purple-Rhyme Fruit."
"Back then, I already felt that something was off. Death-Substitute Puppets are exceedingly precious. Unless one stands at the brink of life and death, who would be willing to use one?"
"However, I happen to know someone who dared to use Death-Substitute Puppets so freely. That person is Gou Jun—or perhaps I should call him Extreme Yin."
"Yang Yu, what exactly is your relationship with him?"
The moment those words left his mouth, before Song Wen could speak, Xuan Li, who had been watching from the side, suddenly interjected.
"Eh! I have also heard of someone named Gu Huang, who seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of Death-Substitute Puppets. I imagine he is the same person Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong mentioned."
"Gu Huang?" Yuan Rong's expression turned somewhat strange. "Fellow Daoist Xuan Li, may I ask about this Gu Huang's origins?"
Xuan Li frowned as she searched her memories, then spoke.
"No one knows this person's background. Around two hundred years ago, he came to Southern Cinnabar City in Yujiang Province from the Western Rong Continent through a Spatial Projection. At the time, he was merely an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator."
"Afterward, he appeared several times in Yujiang Province and Cangwu Province, and in just over a hundred years, his cultivation advanced to the Mahayana Realm."
Song Wen could not help but feel somewhat astonished upon hearing this.
Xuan Li had actually investigated his information in such detail.