Across the boundless marshland, an enormous leech sped through the murky mud and water.
Li Banfeng sat on the leech's back, holding an umbrella in hand.
His traveling companions, Ma the Fifth and Feng Daiku, were also holding umbrellas. The umbrellas served not only to block the muddy water splashing around them, but also to deflect the occasional bits of flesh and blood flying through the air, as the leech frequently hunted for food along the way.
Ma the Fifth stroked the leech's back. "Old Seventh, on flat ground, Mei might not outrun you. But out here in this marsh, where your footing isn't solid and you can't generate force, you wouldn't necessarily be faster than her."
A leech was also called a horse leech, and "Mei" was their name for the creature beneath them.
Li Banfeng looked at Mei's body. She was smaller than Madam Bagworm Moth, yet considerably larger than the mother and daughter.
"Old Fifth, how did you and Mei meet?"
Ma the Fifth stroked the folds on the leech's back with great tenderness. "Sha Dingzhong sent oddities to inspect the land reclamation on my territory. All the other oddities knew the way and got straight to work upon arriving. Only Mei had no sense of direction. She wandered around the territory for an entire day, never running into a land reclaimer, but crossing paths with me instead. Don't you think she's adorably silly?"
Feng Daiku let out a cold laugh. "Whether it's silly or scheming is truly hard to say."
Ma the Fifth shook his head and sighed. "What scheme could Mei possibly have? The moment I said we had urgent business, she carried us off without a second thought. Where else could you find such sincerity in an ordinary person?"
Feng Daiku nodded. "And that capital of yours isn't something an ordinary person possesses, either. One look at it, and Mei couldn't even crawl away."
Ma the Fifth smiled modestly. "You flatter me, you flatter me."
Li Banfeng said, "When you were investing your capital in Mei, weren't you afraid she'd suck your blood dry?"
Ma the Fifth waved a hand. "That little bit of blood doesn't amount to anything."
As they spoke, Mei leapt over a mud pit, hauled out an enormous salamander, sucked dry its flesh and blood in two or three bites, and with a flick of her head, flung it to the side of the road.
Mei let out a satisfied belch, giving everyone a slight jolt, and Ma the Fifth hurriedly shielded the celadon jar in his arms.
Ma the Fifth had been clutching this jar the entire way. Li Banfeng had assumed it was some kind of numinous treasure, yet he could not sense any spirituality from it, nor could he hear even the faintest spiritual voice.
Li Banfeng asked, "What is that jar actually for?"
Before Ma the Fifth could answer, Feng Daiku spoke up. "Those are Wulang's godchildren."
Li Banfeng blinked in surprise. "When did you take on godchildren?"
Ma the Fifth smiled. "Calling them godchildren isn't wrong, really. Fate simply willed that I share this destiny with these little ones. These are Mei's children. There are five egg cocoons inside, with over twenty children in each. Added together, that makes around a hundred or so. I told Mei to leave the children with me so I could care for them, but she said her kind has a rule: children cannot be kept by their parents' side and must be sent far away."
Feng Daiku nodded. "Of course they must be sent far away. Among those hundred-odd children, it's hard to say how many are daughters. If they all ended up in Wulang's hands, keeping track of generations would become impossible."
The leech arched its body, nearly bucking Feng Daiku off.
In truth, Feng Daiku was entirely right. The leech genuinely worried about her daughters falling into Ma the Fifth's hands. But having it stated so bluntly made her lose face.
Nearly thrown from her seat, Feng Daiku was annoyed as well. Just as she was about to flare up, Ma the Fifth coaxed her from the side. "What's gotten into you? Why have you had such a fiery temper these past two days?"
Feng Daiku kept silent. Even if she wanted to explain, she had no way to explain it.
How could she put it into words? Given her status, was she supposed to act jealous over a leech?
Besides, right now they truly had to rely on this leech to make haste.
From Ma the Fifth's newland to Huaxian Manor, there were more than a dozen paths to choose from. The shortest route was this marshland, and the one best suited to navigating it was Mei.
As they passed another mud pit up ahead, there came another jolt. The glove poked its head out of Li Banfeng's pocket to catch its breath.
Li Banfeng patted the glove and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter. I just feel uneasy, inexplicably flustered... like I heard some movement, or maybe ran into an acquaintance."
The glove took a few breaths of fresh air and seemed to recover somewhat before immediately slipping back into the pocket. By all appearances, it seemed to be carsick.
Mei was still wriggling forward at high speed when she suddenly cried out, "Wulang, look out!"
A large clump of mud abruptly splashed up from the ground, nearly striking Ma the Fifth.
Li Banfeng scooped up a handful of mud and rubbed it. The mud here was very peculiar, somewhat resembling the sticky clay near Lanyang Village, clinging tenaciously to the hands.
"Old Fifth, back when I was learning steps, did I master them in a marsh?"
Ma the Fifth nodded. "Yes. When we went to the newland to gather sticky clay, you suddenly stole a step out of nowhere, giving me quite a fright."
Looking out over the endless marsh, Li Banfeng felt a wave of sentiment.
He had not yet fulfilled his agreement with his wife. Whenever he utilized the technique of Comforting One's Own Shadow, he still could not employ other techniques, and he did not dare ask her to take him up to the second floor.
"I'll have to come here often to cultivate in the future."
Ma the Fifth said, "Then you must be extra careful. The mud here is extremely thick. Once it sticks to you, you won't be able to move."
"If one had cultivation above the clouds, they should be able to break free, right?"
"They can't break free," Sun Peiying said, shaking her head. "Stuck here by me, unless he sheds his entire layer of skin, he will never break free!"
The Glue Cultivator Sun Peiying, local spirit of Niantuangouzi, had pinned He Jiaqing to the ground using a glob of paste.
He Jiaqing was also afflicted by Hua Manchun's technique, Joyous Fire Consuming the Body, his torso catching fire from the inside out.
Having reached this point, it seemed He Jiaqing could only wait for death. Chu Yaoxian, standing off to the side, had to find a way to save herself.
Yet how could she save herself?
Kneel and kowtow on the ground?
In their current state, even if she cracked her forehead open, Hua Manchun would never spare her.
Flee for her life outright?
She was not particularly fast, she still bore the lingering effects of Hua Manchun's technique, and moreover, she did not want to abandon He Jiaqing here.
She truly did not want to leave him behind. Though she could barely protect herself, He Jiaqing had provoked Hua Manchun solely to rescue her, and she had not forgotten that debt of kindness.
Chu Yaoxian crossed her arms, swayed her waist, and let the peach below her waist sway gently as she began to dance.
She was a Dance Cultivator. Hua Manchun understood her pathway, and he knew her capabilities.
Among the local spirits of the newland, Chu Yaoxian possessed considerable fame, and her skills were indeed formidable.
Yet against these three local spirits from the proper land, she could not hold off a single one, let alone fight three at once.
The Glue Cultivator Sun Peiying was an old crone. She shot Chu Yaoxian a disdainful glare. "This woman twists so provocatively. I can't stand sluts like her. In a moment, I'll glue those wanton feet of hers together so she can't spread that stench around."
"I'd say you're just old and useless, jealous of others," the Mind Cultivator Ren Antian chuckled. "Look at how beautifully she dances. I love watching it!"
Chu Yaoxian shifted her dance steps, suddenly gliding right before Ren Antian.
Ren Antian was a Mind Cultivator. Among the three, his close-quarters combat ability was the poorest. Chu Yaoxian seized upon this very vulnerability, intending to fight him first.
Yet just as she was about to strike, her footwork abruptly fell into disorder. She stumbled, nearly falling over, and by the time she righted herself, Ren Antian was already standing far away.
"Young lady, have you taken a fancy to this old man?" Ren Antian stroked his beard. "We haven't even agreed on a price, and you're already pressing yourself against me?"
How could a Dance Cultivator above the clouds fumble her steps?
It was because she had been struck by Ren Antian's technique. A deluge of chaotic thoughts swirled in her mind, throwing even her most fundamental dance steps into disarray.
Hua Manchun did not wish to waste any more time. He fueled the flames on He Jiaqing first; once He Jiaqing was burned to cinders, he would take Chu Yaoxian back to his manor and deal with her properly.
Blazing flames surged, and He Jiaqing cooperated entirely, turning into flying ash and vanishing in an instant.
Burned away so quickly?
Hua Manchun stared closely at the remnants. He saw no bones, nor did he see any internal organs; he saw only flying ash surging continuously upward.
Joyous Fire Consuming the Body burned outward from within. Its ideal outcome was indeed to burn bones and viscera clean away.
Yet He Jiaqing was a cultivator above the clouds—could he truly be incinerated so thoroughly? Besides, the volume of ash was far too sparse.
As a Mind Cultivator, Ren Antian understood Thief Cultivators best. He hurriedly warned, "That looks like the Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell!"
Sun Peiying and Hua Manchun immediately raised their guard, having yet to discover He Jiaqing's position.
Ren Antian remained remarkably calm, sensing He Jiaqing's thoughts. "He's not far. He's nearby. He intends to—"
Just as Ren Antian was about to deduce He Jiaqing's thoughts, Chu Yaoxian's skirt swept past his face, and his stream of thought slowed instantly.
Within his mind, a soothing yet brief melody looped continuously. With every repetition, his thoughts ground to a halt, making him forget what he was doing, and even the very purpose of his journey.
Dance Cultivator technique: Slow Song and Gentle Dance.
The core principle of this technique was sluggishness and slowness. It not only slowed an opponent's physical movements, but also slowed their thought processes. This rare advantage allowed Dance Cultivators to contest head-on against many pathways.
Mind Cultivators were already poor at close combat; slowed down like this, Ren Antian could die by Chu Yaoxian's hand at any second. Just as Hua Manchun moved to support him, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine and dodged hastily.
Swift as he was, a half-foot gash was still carved across his back.
He Jiaqing was still nearby, his figure yet unrevealed, launching an ambush against Hua Manchun.
Hua Manchun activated a technique within a five-meter radius: Light Robe of Fragrant Sweat.
The mechanics of this technique were simple: stimulate the opponent to arouse excitement and perspiration, allowing him to track their location by the scent of sweat.
Yet He Jiaqing refused to take the bait. When Hua Manchun cast the technique within five meters, He Jiaqing backed away. When Hua Manchun expanded the technique beyond ten meters, He Jiaqing immediately retreated further.
Light Robe of Fragrant Sweat could cover an even wider area, but that consumed too much energy. The moment Hua Manchun withdrew the technique, He Jiaqing closed in once more, striking from the shadows.
This time, the slight commotion gave him away, and the Glue Cultivator Sun Peiying spotted his trace using a numinous item.
A glob of paste was hurled forward, nearly gluing He Jiaqing down. Sun Peiying threw several patches of paste in succession, forming an array in the surrounding area; so long as He Jiaqing drew near, she possessed the means to subdue him.
Glue Cultivators were the bane of close-quarters combatants, leaving He Jiaqing entirely helpless against her.
Experienced in countless battles, Sun Peiying instructed Hua Manchun, "Pay no mind to that old bastard Ren Antian! He has his own ways of dealing with that slut. Once I catch He Jiaqing, kill him immediately to avoid lingering trouble!"
Sun Peiying's tactical approach was crystal clear. Under the effects of the mind technique, Chu Yaoxian's dance steps were riddled with errors, leaving her barely able to pose a threat to Ren Antian.
Under Sun Peiying's pressure, He Jiaqing's range of movement shrank steadily, and he was on the verge of falling into Hua Manchun's technique.
Furthermore, every ambush He Jiaqing attempted risked interference from the Mind Cultivator Ren Antian. The complementary nature of Ren Antian's and Sun Peiying's pathways and combat styles left He Jiaqing with hardly any opportunity to strike back.
Amid this dire situation, He Jiaqing suddenly felt a wave of panic.
What kind of omen was this?
Old Ancestor?
Was he nearby?
The Old Ancestor had awakened!
The Old Ancestor, who had slept for eight whole years, had actually awakened at this very moment!
Having just woken, the Old Ancestor took the initiative to greet He Jiaqing upon encountering him here, proving that he truly held this junior in high regard.
He Jiaqing hurriedly responded with his thoughts: *Old Ancestor, save me quickly!*
"Little Qing, judging by the commotion, it really is you. What trouble have you stumbled into? Caught breaking through a skylight? Are there many of them?" A shrill, thin old voice reached He Jiaqing's ears.
"Old Ancestor, not many, just two. You could deal with them with a flick of your wrist."
"I'm still far from you, and I can't just go lifting my hand willy-nilly. Let me look at these two... Aiyo, isn't that Ren the Scripture-Chanter and Sun the Sticky-Skin? How did you offend this wretched pair? They aren't people on your level!"
Ren the Scripture-Chanter and Sun the Sticky-Skin were the nicknames of Ren Antian and Sun Peiying. The Old Ancestor was not unfamiliar with them.
"An unexpected slip provoked these two vicious souls. Old Ancestor, you must lend me a hand."
"Wait a moment," the Old Ancestor said, observing He Jiaqing's skills. "Little bastard, something isn't right. Your methods aren't scraping the dirt anymore. What good things have you been eating lately? Your cultivation has risen far too fast!"
*Eight years, Old Ancestor! You know nothing of all that has happened over these past eight years. It seems you truly have just awakened.*
He Jiaqing said, "I'll explain the details to you later. Please, help me deal with these two first!"
"Little bastard, your words grow more arrogant by the day! Why should I help you? Though there was a brief master-disciple fate between us, you don't even count as my disciple. Just because I hold you in high regard doesn't mean I have to take orders from you!"
"I certainly won't let you exert yourself for nothing, Old Ancestor! Name whatever you desire!"
"I want you to become my disciple. Do you agree?"
"That, I cannot agree to!" He Jiaqing refused.
"Little bastard, my willingness to take you in is your good fortune, yet you put on airs with me!"
This was not He Jiaqing putting on airs; becoming this Old Ancestor's disciple required paying an immense price.
The Old Ancestor raised another condition: "If you won't become my disciple, find someone suitable to be my disciple instead."
"I cannot find such a person either!" He Jiaqing still refused to agree. The Old Ancestor held exceptionally harsh standards for disciples; those who truly met the requirements to become his disciple were exceedingly rare.
"Little bastard, you can accomplish nothing! Why should I help you? I'll say one last thing: if you still can't do it, then go perish on your own—I truly won't bother with you!"
"Please speak, Old Ancestor!"
"Craft a ring for me—a lock-picking ring. I will tell you the materials and methods later. You must deliver it within one month. For every day delayed, I will take one thing from your body. Do you agree?"
He Jiaqing agreed. Making rings was one of the things he did best.
The Old Ancestor added, "How do you want me to help you? Don't even think about me coming out to fight. I don't wish to show my face just yet. At most, I can help you steal a few things."
He Jiaqing had planned for this: "Old Ancestor, help me steal some paste from Sun Peiying."
The Old Ancestor chuckled. "Do you even need my help for that? Can't you steal it yourself?"
"I won't hide the embarrassment from you—I don't even know how to steal it. I dare not touch her; the moment I do, I fall victim to her methods."
"Your cultivation has risen, but your methods remain inadequate. You still lack experience. Since you dare not touch her, even if I stole the paste for you, you wouldn't dare use it. Looks like I must gift you an implement as well. No need to go far; I'll make use of materials at hand."
As the words fell, a gourd appeared in He Jiaqing's hand.
This gourd had grown from the vines in the courtyard. This proved the Old Ancestor was right here in this courtyard, yet no one knew where he was.
"Little bastard, the gourd is filled with paste. Use it as you see fit. And don't you forget about that ring."
The Old Ancestor departed, caring little whether He Jiaqing won or lost.
He Jiaqing's figure faded in and out of sight, tangling back and forth with Sun Peiying and Hua Manchun. After a brief stalemate, He Jiaqing used the gourd, splashing a clump of paste right beneath Ren Antian's feet.
Ren Antian had been focusing intently on Chu Yaoxian; having this glob of paste glue him to the ground came as a complete shock.
"Old hag, why did you spill paste under my feet?" Ren Antian assumed Sun Peiying had made a mistake.
Sun Peiying was equally bewildered, having noticed a sudden decrease in the paste on her body. She suspected He Jiaqing had stolen it, yet felt his skills shouldn't be so refined.
While she was busy dissolving the paste beneath Ren Antian's feet, He Jiaqing and Chu Yaoxian attacked Hua Manchun almost simultaneously.
This strike showed impeccable coordination. Hua Manchun saw a flutter of a skirt, followed by a chill in his palm.
Looking down, his feather fan was gone.
A sharp pain shot through his back as three feathers pierced his skin and flesh, taking root toward his heart.
This succession of moves dealt Hua Manchun a severe blow.
Sun Peiying dissolved the paste and rushed over alongside Ren Antian to provide support. After maneuvering for a moment, He Jiaqing splashed more paste, trapping Ren Antian once again.
Whenever Sun Peiying went to the rescue, He Jiaqing and Chu Yaoxian would immediately gang up on the wounded Hua Manchun. And whenever Ren Antian regained his mobility, He Jiaqing found a way to pin him down with paste.
Their tactics grew increasingly fluid. Seeing the time was ripe, He Jiaqing said to Chu Yaoxian, "Pull out!"
"Pull out" meant retreat.
Chu Yaoxian had been fighting with growing ferocity alongside He Jiaqing's rhythm, so his sudden call to retreat left her somewhat perplexed.
Yet without time to ponder, Chu Yaoxian followed He Jiaqing and fled the residence. Hua Manchun, Sun Peiying, and Ren Antian gave chase together.
Trapping a Thief Cultivator was a sound strategy, but catching up to one was far more difficult.
After pursuing for a long while, Ren Antian gradually lost all sense of He Jiaqing's thoughts, which meant they had lost the trail.
Sun Peiying sighed. "Releasing the tiger back to the mountain will only bring disaster later. Brother Hua, you are familiar with Chu Yaoxian—do you know where they might head?"
Two locations surfaced in Hua Manchun's mind.
One was Luohuayu, the cradle of Dance Cultivators. Whenever Chu Yaoxian was bullied in the past, she often went to Luohuayu to bring back reinforcements.
The other was Lüshui City. The He family possessed deep roots there, where He Jiaqing could easily find a hiding place.
Regardless of which direction they took, Chu Yaoxian still carried remnants of Hua Manchun's technique, which would be difficult to dispel within a few hours. With Hua Manchun's methods, he could perceive her general direction.
She was heading southeast, bound for Luohuayu.
Hua Manchun led Sun Peiying and Ren Antian in pursuit toward the southeast. After chasing for over a hundred li, Hua Manchun suddenly grew anxious. "You two, continue the pursuit southeast. I have urgent matters to attend to first and will return shortly."
With that, Hua Manchun turned and left.
Sun Peiying and Ren Antian exchanged glances without a word. They continued chasing southeast, but their speed slowed noticeably.
After another twenty li, Sun Peiying and Ren Antian came to a halt one after another, abandoning the chase.
Ren Antian sighed. "Hua Manchun and that bad habit of his—he just can't change it."
Meanwhile, Hua Manchun was sprinting toward Huaxian Manor.
The urgent matter he spoke of was the fear that He Jiaqing might turn around and raid Huaxian Manor, cutting off his retreat.
He Jiaqing excelled at disguise and possessed an exceptionally meticulous mind. If he partnered with Chu Yaoxian to strike back at Hua Manchun's base, it was an entirely plausible maneuver.
Hua Manchun's response was reasonable, but it truly was a flaw of his.
At Huaxian Manor, no one dared question any decision Hua Manchun made, and he had never needed to offer excessive explanations for his actions.
Yet Ren Antian and Sun Peiying had no intention of indulging that habit.
The trouble was of his own making, yet he had turned and left without explaining himself, leaving the two of them to give chase. Resentment naturally arose in their hearts, bringing an end to the pursuit.
Hua Manchun arrived back at the manor and saw Liancui leading over a dozen women patrolling the perimeter. He stepped forward, grabbed Liancui, and asked, "Has anyone been to the manor?"
Liancui shook her head slightly and answered softly, "No."
Seeing Liancui's demeanor, Hua Manchun knew something was wrong. "Tell me the truth: has anyone come or not?"
Her face drenched in sweat, Liancui said nothing. A woman beside her spoke up. "Manor Lord, no outsiders have truly come."
Hua Manchun turned to the woman. "You are..."
He found the woman unfamiliar. Just as he glanced at her, he felt a stinging pain in his eyeball as a blood-red thread surfaced upon it.
*Not good, a Love Root!*
The woman standing beside Liancui was actually Feng Daiku.
When had she arrived?
Hua Manchun rubbed his eye, attempting to pull out the Love Root, but it was embedded deeply, resisting all his efforts.
Bearing a Love Root would cost him dearly. Since it could not be pulled out, his only response was to quickly counter Feng Daiku with a technique.
Before Hua Manchun could use his technique, two massive gate leaves plummeted from the sky, nearly crushing his skull.
This was the Shuiluo Gate, the numinous item Shui Yongquan had gifted to Li Banfeng, which Li Banfeng had later passed on to Ma the Fifth.
So long as someone barred the leaves, the Shuiluo Gate could even block Qiu Luoye's attacks. It was an exceptionally powerful numinous item; its only flaw was its immense size and weight, making it inconvenient to carry.
Ma the Fifth had spent heavily to hire skilled craftsmen to modify the Shuiluo Gate, allowing it to be kept in a pocket under normal circumstances. When needed, sprinkling water upon it caused it to take root instantly without delay, separating Hua Manchun and Feng Daiku on opposite sides of the gates.
Feng Daiku's petulant voice came from the other side: "Manor Lord Hua, aren't you happy to see me?"
Hua Manchun felt a wave of numbness and weakness wash over his body as the Love Root began to take effect.
Hua Manchun wanted to strike back, but separated by the Shuiluo Gate, he could not perceive Feng Daiku's position.
Drawing a short sword from his sleeve, he attempted to cleave through the gate.
The short sword was a high-grade numinous item, but the Shuiluo Gate was immune to such tricks. A strike left only a faint notch on the panels, causing no substantive damage.
The Shuiluo Gate feared no sharp weapons; what it feared was blunt impact.
Hua Manchun attempted to circle around the gate. Moving left, the gate extended left; flying upward, the gate extended upward.
Feng Daiku's soft laughter drifted from the other side. "Manor Lord Hua, do you miss me? If you miss me, come over and look at me."
Hua Manchun stood dazed for a moment, then turned and walked away.
He realized he had fallen into a trap.
Why waste his energy contending with two gate leaves on this path? The other side was clearly stalling for time.
He had no idea what the situation inside the manor was like, and this was not the only road leading back. Hua Manchun had no interest in grinding away his time here.
After only two steps, he heard Feng Daiku say, "Manor Lord Hua, leaving just like that? Are you truly willing to abandon me?"
Hua Manchun felt as if someone were tugging at the backs of his calves, unwilling to let him leave.
He knew this was the effect of the Love Root; he now harbored an intense attachment to Feng Daiku.
Hua Manchun resisted the Love Root with sheer willpower, dragging his legs into the distance.
Ma the Fifth chuckled. "Tell me, what is there about this fellow to like?"
Feng Daiku said softly, "He couldn't possibly compare to Wulang."
Emotion Cultivator technique: Unbearable Fire of Jealousy.
Hua Manchun clenched his fists, spun around, and waved his hand, intending to cleave through the Shuiluo Gate with his feather fan.
The swing met empty air—he had forgotten that the feather fan had been stolen by He Jiaqing.
Forgetting something so vital was proof of just how terrifying the blaze of jealousy was.
*Don't take the bait. Absolutely do not take the bait.*
He reminded himself repeatedly: *Leave this place at once. Do not look back.*
Hua Manchun exerted every ounce of restraint, continuing to move away from the Shuiluo Gate.
Ma the Fifth took Liancui into his arms, putting his charms on display on the spot: "Miss Liancui, how do I compare to your master?"
Coerced by Feng Daiku, Liancui recited the scripted lines: "His body is frail, admitting defeat after two or three rounds. How could he ever match the fifth young master's might!"
Those words nearly cost Hua Manchun his life.
Hua Manchun fought against the jealousy inside him with all his might, muttering under his breath, "Do not look back. Absolutely do not look back."
Li Banfeng chimed in anxiously as well: "Don't look back, absolutely don't look back! You can hold out!"
*Pfft!*
A Tang dao thrust into Hua Manchun's back, piercing straight through his chest.
Hua Manchun froze, staring at the blade protruding from his chest, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation before him.
Feng Daiku and Ma Junyang had set up two gate leaves at the entrance of the manor to stall for time.
*I saw through their scheme, so why did they still strike here?*
Hua Manchun looked back at Li Banfeng. "Why did you strike here?"
Li Banfeng smiled. "Silly boy, who said we couldn't strike here? Did you set the rules?"
As the words fell, Li Banfeng unleashed a foot with Treading Ten Thousand Rivers, stomping Hua Manchun into a splatter of flesh and blood.
***
*P.S.: When using Fool Cultivator techniques, one doesn't necessarily have to speak.*
*Taking advantage of an existing slope to step down does not require building the slope yourself.*
Chapter 561