Meanwhile, Snake Seven was diligently digging up spirit herbs without complaint, choosing the mountains on the outskirts of the Southern Spirit Sect.
After all, the Spirit Herb Gardens on the inner peaks all had owners. They still needed to keep living in the Southern Spirit Sect, so they could hardly resort to stealing.
Of course, the reason they were huffing and puffing away digging up spirit herbs all came down to their Young Master.
Their Young Master felt embarrassed about mooching food and drink off that little girl every day, so he had sent the two of them out to work, hoping they could dig up more spirit herbs and hand them over.
As Snake Seven dug, he suddenly noticed a shadow falling in front of him.
A very polite voice asked from beside him, "Hello, is this the Southern Spirit Sect?"
Snake Seven answered without thinking, "Of course it is. This entire mountain range falls within the Southern Spirit Sect's territory."
The little snake beside him was very satisfied. He nodded, then continued flying toward the inner grounds of the Southern Spirit Sect.
Only after the little black snake flew away did Snake Seven, who had assumed human form, realize that the one who had just asked him for directions hadn't seemed to be human!
He had looked like a snake, and he even had wings.
Holy shit, wings!
Wasn't that the Eastern Region's Teng Snake Demon Race? He had heard that their bloodline was rare, with only a dozen or so in the entire Eastern Region, each possessing astonishing combat strength.
Their leader, in particular, was powerful enough to flood a portion of the Eastern Region.
Because there were so few demons in their race, they placed tremendous importance on Teng Snake Younglings and generally stayed on the