The moment Tang Feng entered the main hall of the Three-Courtyard Taoist Temple, endless regret welled up inside him.
More than twenty corpses lay across the hall. A few were missing limbs, their bodies mutilated; most were purple and blue all over, their skin covered in pustules, poisonous sores, and stubborn ringworm, riddled with signs of poisoning and decay. They looked terrifying.
Anyone daring to enter the Three-Courtyard Taoist Temple at a time like this had to be a cultivator confident in their divine powers and Spells. Yet they had died so horribly that anyone who saw them would feel afraid.
In the center of the hall, An Mountain Master stood alone before the divine statue, holding the Myriad Spirits Illustrated Record in his left hand and clutching a stark white Bone Whip in his right. His face was cold and ruthless, his expression vicious.
Twenty-odd Travelers stood scattered ten paces in front of An Mountain Master. Their eyes held both wary vigilance and barely concealed fear.
Not all of them were companions of Wei Tianbao and the Female Prophet, because half the twenty-odd corpses on the floor had belonged to their team, including Wei Tianbao's favorite maidservant.
They had been the first to charge into the Three-Courtyard Taoist Temple, so they had borne the first wave of An Mountain Master's fury alone, suffering devastating casualties. Later, other Traveler teams willing to gamble their lives had gradually entered the temple, temporarily joining forces with Wei Tianbao's group to fight alongside them.
Upon entering the Inner Hall, Tang Feng began having second thoughts. "Honestly, I might not have long to live, but I still don't want to die that horribly. Hey, Fatty, can you pay me a little extra?"
Wei Tianbao did not know Tang Feng, but he deeply respected this