In recent days, Tang Changsheng had gained several more disciples. Besides Cui Zhengfei and Fan Zhiming, even Da Xiang had sent over two disciples with promising aptitude.
The mountain was no longer as quiet as it had once been. It had grown a little livelier, with a little more life.
Inside the Quiet Room, however, all of that was shut out.
Several pounds of Holy Salt lay before him. When this stuff was sold by the gram, how could a pile this large still look like mere Holy Salt? It looked more like a heap of colorful banknotes, worth tens of millions at least.
And that was only what Zuo Xingfa and Zhang Dacheng had seized privately. The police had confiscated even more.
Wealth stirred the heart. At any other time, the sight of so much Holy Salt would have made anyone's eyes turn red with envy.
But laid before Tang Changsheng now, it meant little to him. Nor did anyone dare grow greedy.
Tang Changsheng was no stranger to Holy Salt. With a cold laugh, he took out a packet and examined it. The fine white crystals looked much like table salt.
An ordinary person would have had a hard time telling the difference...
But few people knew what kind of evil power this stuff represented.
Tang Changsheng had specifically told Zhang and Zuo to get it for him. Last time, he had noticed that Holy Salt seemed to have another remarkable property.
Perhaps there had been too little of it then for him to get a clear look.
This time...
He tore open a packet of Holy Salt, shook out a little, and mixed it into the Lamp Oil of the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp.
When he lit the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, its wick crackled and spat