After leaving the barren mountain where Nether Fiend dwelled, Chen Ming did not rush to search for the three items. Instead, he found a secluded valley, sat cross-legged, and reviewed everything that had happened that night from beginning to end.
The Ten Thousand Monsters Sect had been destroyed, and Yin Wuji had been executed. Those were settled facts, with little more to say about them. But Nether Fiend's appearance had introduced an enormous uncertainty into his plans.
An old demon sealed away for two thousand years, who called himself "Nether Fiend," had old ties to the Ten Thousand Monsters Sect, and possessed unfathomable cultivation-those facts alone were enough to give anyone a headache. Worse still, he had agreed to help Nether Fiend find three things: Thousand-Year Blood Lingzhi, nine nether spring water, and three portions of blood essence from Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.
None of those three things would be easy to find. Especially the blood essence of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators-was he really supposed to kill three of them?
Chen Ming rubbed his temples and gave a bitter chuckle.
Although he had spent twenty years tempering himself in the Chaotic Star Sea and had plenty of blood on his hands, he was not someone who delighted in slaughter. He had killed Yin Wuji because he had an old grudge against the Ten Thousand Monsters Sect, and Yin Wuji himself was no decent man. But indiscriminately killing innocent Nascent Soul Stage cultivators just to gather blood essence for Nether Fiend was something he still could not bring himself to do.
"Forget it. I'll take things one step at a time." Chen Ming shook his head and temporarily cast those troubles aside. "First, I'll deal with the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect."
He stood, brushed the dust from his clothes, checked his