Medicine Peak, at the entrance to the underground passage.
Young Master Bao, the Female Prophet, and the others encountered the same thorny problem Ren Ye's group had faced on their previous infiltration. The two Passion Slaves had awakened, and thick green miasma filled the corridor.
Ahead, two maidservants and two attendants fought the Passion Slaves, buying a little time. Holding a gold-thread handkerchief over his nose, Young Master Bao surveyed their surroundings with disgust. "This place is filthy... and the poisonous miasma eats away at the body. It's practically a cesspit."
"Stop talking. Hurry up and restrain the corpse puppets, then forcibly extract the Divine Dao Silver Sand from their blood essence," the Female Prophet urged from behind him.
Young Master Bao had always known his own limits. He genuinely believed his health was poor: ever since birth, he had been ravaged by an irresistible aura of wealth and privilege. Someone drew the curtain when he shat, someone held his cock when he pissed, and once he reached twelve or thirteen, he had begun indulging in wine and women, never restricting his diet or his desires...
No matter how brilliant a cultivator he was, he could never withstand the corrosive effects of that lifestyle. He felt his body might have fallen apart long ago, making him genuinely unsuited to fighting others to the death.
When traveling through other secret realms, he usually won without lifting a finger. His attendants, maidservants, and clan path protectors could, in most cases, sweep aside every obstacle and feed opportunities straight into his mouth.
Even the Female Prophet, who was close to him, had only seen his True Self Body act once. During the battle on Medicine Peak that night, he had not only single-handedly held off An Mountain Master, who had "briefly entered" the