A chilling wind blew into the cave, howling as it passed.
Inside the damp cavern, the rasp of grinding gravel could be heard incessantly, though its source was impossible to tell.
Li Banfeng asked the Gu Cultivator woman, "What is your name?"
The Gu Cultivator woman answered truthfully, "My name is Li Yuping. I'm from Wuling City in the Outer States."
His lady asked in a soft voice, "Sister, why would someone from the Outer States come to the Zhougu Ruins?"
Li Yuping replied, "When I was little, I learned some Gu arts from my grandmother. She said I had good natural aptitude and had accumulated enough karmic affinity with the Dao, so she got me a train ticket and sent me to Puluo Province. I found the peddler, entered the path of a Gu Cultivator, and my cultivation progressed rather quickly. A senior brother in our order introduced me to the Zhougu Ruins, telling me it was the sacred ground of our Daoist order and that anyone who could come here was blessed with great fortune. So I stayed here to cultivate."
"Which senior brother brought you here?" Zhao Xiaowan paid close attention to this detail.
Li Yuping shook her head. "He couldn't bring me here. Men aren't permitted into the Zhougu Ruins. He found a senior woman who put me to sleep, and by the time I woke up, I had already entered the Zhougu Ruins alongside her."
Dual cultivation of Gu and Dream? That person was important.
Zhao Xiaowan asked, "Where is that senior now?"
"Dead. Just three days ago, she was beaten to death by the Curse Cultivator patriarch," Li Yuping said with a sorrowful expression. "That senior was wonderful to me. She was the one who brought me to hide in this cave. That day, we went out looking for food and were spotted by people from the Curse Cultivators. There were over a dozen of them, and we couldn't fight them off, so we were captured. They forced us to raise insects, only letting us sleep five hours a day while spending every other waking moment raising bugs. That senior didn't want to raise them. She said doing so would bring disaster upon Puluo Province. One night, she led me in an escape, using her Gu insects to send me out. But she was caught by the Curse Cultivator patriarch and beaten to death on the spot."
Three days ago?
It seemed Hen Wuyou hadn't stayed in Moxiang Shop the entire time; she had returned to the Zhougu Ruins during this period.
Li Banfeng asked, "What kind of insects did the Curse Cultivators force you to raise?"
"Golden silkworm stock! Golden silkworms are the finest insect breed in Gu arts. You can only find them in the Zhougu Ruins."
Zhao Xiaowan asked, "Are golden silkworms golden in color?"
Li Yuping shook her head. "No, they're black. Curse Cultivators use golden silkworms too, but they call them Wuyu—pronounced like xian. They're an ingredient for top-tier curses."
Li Banfeng pointed toward the cave entrance. "Lead me to where they raise the insects."
Li Yuping shook her head frantically. "I won't go! I don't want to die! If I go back, the Curse Cultivators will definitely kill me!"
Whoosh!
A puff of warm steam calmed Li Yuping down. The lady's voice grew even gentler. "Miss Li, don't be afraid. With us here, they won't be able to kill you. Take us there, and once this business is concluded, we'll rescue you and get you out."
Soothed by the Sound Cultivator technique, Li Yuping momentarily forgot her fear. She led Li Banfeng and Zhao Xiaowan out of the cave.
Beyond the cavern stretched a vast expanse of pure white snowfield. Li Banfeng looked up. The sky was bright, yet no sun was visible.
Li Yuping pointed toward the southwest. "The village is more than a hundred li from here. They raise the insects in the village. If you walk thirty li forward, you'll be able to see their sentry post. In fact, there are quite a few good sisters among the Curse Cultivators who are actually very nice people. If they hadn't looked out for me, I wouldn't have been able to escape back then."
Li Banfeng had always been curious about the relationship between Curse Cultivators and Gu Cultivators. "Why are your two orders so close?"
Li Yuping whispered mysteriously, "Curses and Gu share one family! A formless curse is a curse, while a tangible curse is a Gu! Our founding master was the junior sister of the Curse Cultivators' founding master. Both of them were taught by the same master!"
Li Banfeng considered it. "Then I'd think the formless curse would be more formidable."
"Not necessarily!" Li Yuping was unconvinced. "Curses rely on concealment, but their power falls far short of Gu arts! Furthermore, Gu insects can reproduce, and Gu toxins can spread on their own. None of that is something curses can compare to—"
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind swept by, causing Li Yuping to choke on a mouthful of snow. She coughed for a long while.
In the wind, Li Banfeng caught the faint sound of horse hooves, while Zhao Xiaowan caught a trace of bitterness in the scent.
"Miss Li, is someone coming?"
Li Yuping startled. "Hurry, find a place to hide! It's likely a Curse Cultivator patrol!"
Li Banfeng glanced toward the source of the noise. "Do we even need to hide from a patrol?"
Li Yuping said, "We have to! Those scouts possess remarkable martial prowess!"
Li Banfeng truly had no need to hide. The lady covered Li Yuping's mouth and stepped behind Li Banfeng.
A squad of mounted scouts wearing thick fur coats rode past right before their eyes. Not a single one noticed Li Banfeng or the two women behind him.
Once the scouts had ridden far off, Li Banfeng asked Li Yuping, "What kind of pelt are their fur coats made of?"
The texture of the hide was noticeably finer than animal fur, and the coat's color was far more vivid than ordinary animal hair.
Li Yuping wiped the cold sweat from her face. "You're still worried about that? You nearly scared me to death! Why did you just stand there like that? Did you forget how to run? Could it be that staying in the snow so long ruined their eyes so they couldn't see you from so close? You really are lucky. Did you use an illusion art just now?"
Li Banfeng was still fixated on that fur coat. "I asked you what kind of pelt that was."
Li Yuping said, "That's stinging caterpillar hide."
"An insect?" Li Banfeng pictured the size of those greatcoats. "How many stinging caterpillars does it take to make a single coat?"
"A single stinging caterpillar can make dozens of coats! The stinging caterpillars here are different; they're bred through Gu arts."
Breeding ordinary insects to colossal proportions... In Li Banfeng's memory, Lu Yuanxin seemed to have that sort of ability.
"Do Gu Cultivators and Insect Cultivators share common roots as well?"
"They do!" Li Yuping nodded. "Insect Cultivators are our grand patriarchs! Both Curse Cultivators and Gu Cultivators originated from Insect Cultivators! We all... all have... the roots... of Insect Cultivators..."
Li Yuping's gaze grew vacant, and her speech began to falter into stammers.
Mengde offered a quiet reminder: "She's entering a dream."
Across the snowfield, towering skyscrapers rose abruptly from the ground. Li Yuping sat on a chair beneath a tall building, smiling as she watched a fountain below.
Meng Qian walked out of the building and said to Li Banfeng, "Time is almost up. You must leave."
Li Banfeng shook his head. "We can't leave yet. We still have urgent business to handle."
Meng Qian could deduce what Li Banfeng intended to do. "Before I brought you here, I made it crystal clear: when I tell you to leave, you must obey me. That was our agreement."
Zhao Xiaowan smiled. "Miss Meng, there truly is an emergency at hand. Could you not accommodate us just this once?"
Meng Qian shook her head. "No exceptions. You must leave."
Li Banfeng said, "We agreed before that you would perform three tasks for me each month. Today, consider this the first: let us stay here one more day."
Meng Qian said, "We also agreed that it must be within my power. What you just asked for is beyond what I can do."
Li Banfeng paused in surprise. "You can't do that?"
Zhao Xiaowan asked, "Can you tell us the reason?"
"You already know the reason. You intend to do something in the Zhougu Ruins that the Inner States will never tolerate," Meng Qian said, having seen through Li Banfeng's intention. "I brought you to the Zhougu Ruins. If you destroy this place, I become your accomplice. That would threaten my very survival in the Inner States."
Li Banfeng tilted his brim up and looked at Meng Qian. He had no intention of leaving.
Sensing danger, Meng Qian backed away to put distance between them.
Zhao Xiaowan tugged at Li Banfeng's lapel. "Miss Meng is right. We truly shouldn't make things difficult for her."
Li Banfeng still didn't want to leave, but his lady pouted, her face showing a touch of reproach.
Seeing his lady's expression, Li Banfeng ceased being stubborn. He agreed to leave the Zhougu Ruins, but he added one condition: "Take this woman, Li Yuping, along with us."
Meng Qian was somewhat reluctant. "If we leave this woman in the Zhougu Ruins, she can serve as an entrance through her dreams next time you come."
Li Banfeng shook his head. "You won't let her stay in the Zhougu Ruins. In all likelihood, you would silence her permanently."
The two exchanged stares for a moment before Meng Qian conceded. "I can place her in the Dream-Tethering Tower. I guarantee she will come to no harm."
Zhao Xiaowan stroked Li Banfeng's palm, signaling him to agree for now.
Since her own safety was at stake, Meng Qian would not make any further concessions in the short term.
Li Banfeng agreed.
A wild wind blew once more. The sound of the wind across the snowy plains had a rhythmic cadence, resembling some form of chant.
Li Banfeng swept his eyes across the snowfield, doing his utmost to engrave every detail of the surrounding scene into his memory.
The three retraced their steps, and familiar landmarks reappeared before them one by one.
His lady kept glancing all around, seemingly reluctant to part with these scenery-like, dream-infused sights.
Li Banfeng remained silent the entire way, comparing the route they took coming here to the one they took returning.
Relying on his Travel Cultivator instincts, Li Banfeng could clearly sense that both trips followed the exact same path. Yet he was unable to remember it.
Every few stretches he walked, Li Banfeng would lose his sense of direction, and the complete map of the route that had formed in his mind would blur and fall into disarray.
After walking for an entire day, the three returned to Black Rock Slope.
Bidding farewell to Meng Qian, Li Banfeng stepped directly into the companion dwelling. "Old Master, are you confident you can retrace that route?"
The companion dwelling had traversed the path from Puluo Province to Boundless City; its grasp of orientation was certainly superior to Li Banfeng's.
Li Banfeng had full confidence in the dwelling, but to his surprise, the old gentleman let out a long sigh. "That won't be easy at all. Too many changes along the way. I only have a general impression, and many stretches of the road I can't recall at all. Seven, do you suppose that road was paved entirely out of dreams?"
Li Banfeng still didn't quite understand the inner workings of Dream Cultivators.
If the path they had just walked was purely a dream—which is to say, it wasn't real—then why had the scenery back and forth been completely identical, taking roughly the same amount of time?
Two full days had passed. Could that stretch of dream have remained completely static and unchanged?
If the road was indeed real, why couldn't Li Banfeng, as a Travel Cultivator on the sixth layer above the clouds, remember it? Why was even the old master's impression of it so hazy?
"Was that road real or fake?"
Zhao Xiaowan had observed everything meticulously; throughout the journey, none of her sensory techniques had ceased functioning for even a second. "The road Meng Qian led us along just now was real, but many sections contained dreams. Along those stretches, ordinary methods cannot be used to determine direction. Fortunately, I managed to remember some unconventional markers. Old Master, do you remember that ancient city we passed through?"
The companion dwelling reminisced for a moment and said, "There was an ancient city. It was slightly similar to the City of Fools, yet the layout wasn't quite the same. I do have some impression of it. Walking among the crowds, I couldn't discern direction at all. There were so many crossroads that if I were to walk into that city again, I'd definitely get lost."
Zhao Xiaowan brought out brush and paper, sketching out the streets they had traversed in the ancient city based on her memory. "If you try to brute-force directions by north, south, east, and west, anyone would get lost, because the buildings in that city look entirely too similar. Their structures are completely symmetrical, lacking any directional distinction whatsoever. But starting from this spot, I heard someone singing a tune."
Zhao Xiaowan marked an intersection.
The companion dwelling fell silent for a moment before speaking up abruptly: "Right! I heard it too! There was a man singing a tune—he was singing 'Night Fragrance.'"
Zhao Xiaowan picked up her brush and made a mark on the diagram. "Coming and going, that man was singing 'Night Fragrance' both times. Neither his timbre nor his tone changed at all. He was clearly a waymarker. Judging direction and distance by the volume of his voice, that singing man is right at this spot."
His lady sketched the man's location. "As long as we pinpoint his position, we won't get lost in the city. And this lake—there were many boats on it, all looking identical. But one boat had an exceptionally pungent fishy stench. I caught it using Myriad Flavors Exquisite. That was another waymarker—"
Along the entire journey, his lady had memorized over seventy waymarkers. Stringing these landmarks together, Li Banfeng and the companion dwelling now had a decent grasp of the full route.
"Seven, if we walk it one more time, we shouldn't get lost!"
Li Banfeng packed his belongings. "How about we give it a try right now?"
"Husband, don't rush!" While nibbling on crackers, his lady continued drawing the map. "That route is not short. Walking there and back has starved this humble servant. Meng Qian is a shrewd woman; she employed many tricks on that path. We must draw the map in fine detail. If we get lost halfway, there's no telling what trouble we might run into."
Reflecting on this, Li Banfeng found it reasonable. "Lady, stay home and draw the map properly. I'll head over to Moxiang Shop and take out Hen Wuyou directly. Not only will that eliminate a major threat, but it will also avenge you!"
Now that the Blood Tooth Monster's identity and Daoist order were confirmed, the time had practically come to make a move.
"Avenge Xiaowan? How could you not tell me about something so important!" Hong Ying leveled her long spear. "Seventh Brother, I'm going too!"
Jiu'er stood up. "I'll lend a hand as well."
"I'll go check out the situation first. You all prepare for battle here at home." Li Banfeng gathered his weapons and magical treasures, but just as he was about to step out the door, shudders racked his body wave after wave. He shivered violently one chill after another, frightening Jiu'er into hurriedly catching and supporting him.
Mortal danger!
Could Hen Wuyou have set an ambush?
Zhao Xiaowan said, "Husband, let's not be in a rush to seek out Hen Wuyou. She might have many formidable experts hidden by her side."
Li Banfeng said, "If she truly had experts hidden nearby, why didn't she send someone to assist Shan Chengjun? If Shan Chengjun had had one more expert at his side, I certainly would have fallen to his hands."
Zhao Xiaowan gave two soft coughs. "Well, who can say for sure..."
Hong Ying had a sudden realization. "Seventh Brother, I understand! In Hen Wuyou's eyes, you were no match for Shan Chengjun to begin with, so she saw no need to reinforce him!"
"You're so right!" Li Banfeng slapped his thigh and handed the paddle to Zhao Xiaowan. Zhao Xiaowan pinned Hong Ying down and gave her a sound spanking.
Hong Ying rubbed her backside, deciding it was nothing serious, and turned back to gather her weapons. "I don't need to stay home and prepare either. Seventh Brother, we two spouses will go together. The moment we see Hen Wuyou, we'll slaughter her—"
Clang!
Before she could finish, Hong Ying shuddered, and the long spear slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.
A violent chill had seized her as well.
"Aiya, why did my hands slip like that?" Hong Ying hurriedly scooped up her long spear, her face turning crimson.
She wasn't like ordinary Travel Cultivators.
For a Travel Cultivator to avoid danger through the knack of Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Calamity was only natural, but for Hong Ying, avoiding danger depended on the occasion.
Adapting to danger on the battlefield and seeking fortune while dodging calamity was considered a great skill in her eyes. But to show such an extreme reaction before the battle had even begun felt rather humiliating to Hong Ying; it bordered too closely on shrinking from the enemy in cowardice.
Zhao Xiaowan gasped in surprise. "After all these years, Hen Wuyou is still so difficult to deal with."
Hong Ying hoisted her long spear and said, "My hand just slipped for a second, that's all. It's nothing! Seventh Brother, let's go!"
"Hold on!" Zhao Xiaowan stopped Hong Ying.
Hong Ying said impatiently, "Even if Hen Wuyou has experts at her side, how many could there be? You saw what she's capable of yourself, didn't you? She's nothing more than thick-skinned and tough to beat down. This time, Seventh Brother and I will both strike to kill—let's see how much punishment she can take!"
After weighing the situation repeatedly, Zhao Xiaowan said to Li Banfeng, "Precious husband, let's not rush regarding Hen Wuyou. Let's focus our efforts on handling the Zhougu Ruins first. You need to make early preparations on your end as well. If we truly want to flatten the Zhougu Ruins, we must bring proper gear. We can't tear that place down with our bare hands."
His lady's words were sound. Li Banfeng summoned the glove. "How much explosive do we have left?"
The glove took inventory. "Sixteen jin left."
"Sixteen jin should be enough."
Zhao Xiaowan felt it wasn't. "Husband, we have no idea how vast the Zhougu Ruins are. What if the place is bigger than Green Water City? Can sixteen jin of explosives blow it all up?"
His lady's thinking was indeed thorough. Li Banfeng immediately went to Hulu Village to buy explosives from A'yi.
A'yi's eyes shone brightly. "Brother, who do you want to blow up? Take me with you!"
Li Banfeng said, "I want to blow up the Zhougu Ruins."
"The Zhougu Ruins?" A'yi pondered for a moment. "That place can't be blown up."
Li Banfeng looked at A'yi. "Elder Sister, are you afraid I'll destroy the holy ground of the Curse and Gu Cultivators?"
A'yi showed a look of disdain. "Why would I care about that? Back then, Eighteen Wheels built a sacred ground for artisan cultivators, and the moment it was finished, I blew it to smithereens. Even now, whenever that matter is brought up, they say the Old Train still weeps for quite a while. When I said the Zhougu Ruins can't be blown up, it's because that place cannot be damaged by explosions."
Surprised, Li Banfeng asked, "You've tried?"
A'yi shook her head. "I haven't been to the Zhougu Ruins, but I heard my mother mention it."
"Has your mother been to the Zhougu Ruins?"
"You'll have to ask her that yourself."
Li Banfeng ascended to the clouds and stepped into the room.
A'yu had been frantically concealing something, then looked up and smiled at Li Banfeng. "Little Brother, you're here!"
Li Banfeng didn't care about what A'yu was hiding. He asked directly, "Is it true that the Zhougu Ruins can't be blown up?"
A'yu blinked. "Why do you want to blow up the Zhougu Ruins?"
Li Banfeng said, "Because they're raising insects."
"Raising insects? Isn't raising insects second nature to Gu Cultivators?" A'yu pondered for a moment. "You mean Xuyuan silkworms, don't you? Those are materials used in superior curse and Gu arts. The Zhougu Ruins are a Land of Xuyuan; it only became the sacred ground of Curse and Gu Cultivators because Xuyuan silkworms are found there. To cultivate their arts, they naturally have to raise Xuyuan silkworms. To blow up their home over that seems entirely unreasonable."
Li Banfeng said, "If they're raising Xuyuan silkworms for the Inner States, what purpose could those silkworms serve once they arrive there?"
A'yu blinked her eyes. "What would the Inner States want with Xuyuan silkworms? Since when did the Inner States and the Zhougu Ruins get entangled?"
Li Banfeng said, "I just returned from the Zhougu Ruins. The Curse Cultivator patriarch killed the Gu Cultivator patriarch and forced the Gu Cultivators to raise silkworms, very likely to send them to the Inner States."
A'yu shook her head. "I don't believe that. The Curse Cultivator patriarch, Hen Wuyou, and the Gu Cultivator patriarch, Yin Danli, were close as sisters. How could they turn against each other?"
"Can sentiments like that be counted on?"
A'yu added, "When I was at the Dark Star Bureau, I caught wind of some news: Hen Wuyou was gravely injured by Shan Chengjun during the Second Puluo War. Then, risking her life, she used a curse to harm Zhao Xiaowan, and apparently died not long after."
"If she died, could she not have been revived?"
A'yu remained skeptical. "Even if she was revived, her cultivation would have suffered losses. Even without losses, she couldn't beat Yin Danli. The two had clashed before, and Hen Wuyou never won a single match."
"What if you add Shan Chengjun into the mix?"
"You mean Hen Wuyou hooked up with Shan Chengjun?" Now A'yu believed it. "If Shan Chengjun intervened, they truly could have defeated Yin Danli. Aside from the peddler, no one could best that old villain Shan Chengjun."
Li Banfeng puffed out his chest and said, "Now, that's not entirely true!"
A'yu's expression turned solemn. "Yet Shan Chengjun never lacked women. Why would he take a liking to Hen Wuyou? Could there be another reason behind this? In terms of looks, Hen Wuyou is quite plain; in terms of temperament, Hen Wuyou is unlikable; in terms of history, their hatred ran as deep as the sea. Could it be because Hen Wuyou's bedroom arts are—"
Li Banfeng cut off A'yu's train of thought. "First tell me: can the Zhougu Ruins be blown up or not?"
"No!" A'yu shook her head. "The Zhougu Ruins are a Land of Xuyuan. The physical fabric of that realm is different; explosives carry too little destructive force in a Land of Xuyuan. Since your goal is to kill the insects, you'd best use poison."
Li Banfeng said, "What kind of poison can kill Xuyuan silkworms?"
A'yu thought for a long time. "Such poison is extremely hard to find. I only know of a poison called Wuwang; if a Xuyuan silkworm touches it, it perishes instantly. But the recipe for that poison was lost long ago."
"I'll go ask a friend!" Li Banfeng rose to leave, but A'yu suddenly called him back.
"Little Brother, come here for a moment."
Li Banfeng walked up to A'yu.
A'yu said, "Unfasten your clothes and let me see your back."
Li Banfeng looked at A'yu. "Sister, I know it hasn't been easy living alone. Tomorrow, I'll call Brother Sun over—"
"Stop messing around, Little Brother. This is a matter of life and death." A'yu unfastened Li Banfeng's clothing and stared at his back for a long time. "Little Brother, you've been struck by a curse."
Li Banfeng paused in surprise. "A curse?"
A'yu reflected on what Li Banfeng had just said. "Did you fight Hen Wuyou?"
He had indeed fought her. On Mount Qunying, Li Banfeng had stomped her into meat paste.
"Could that single strike have infected me with a curse?"
"Curse Cultivators are just that foul. Crossing paths with them even once might plant a calamity!" A'yu's fingertip gently traced across Li Banfeng's spine. "You have a Yang Calamity on you. I see it now. To hide a Yang Calamity so deeply, I reckon only Hen Wuyou could pull it off. That woman's methods have improved considerably!"
"What is a Yang Calamity?"
"The seed Curse Cultivators use to cast their curses." A'yu pinpointed the location of the Yang Calamity and gave a light pinch with her thumb and forefinger on Li Banfeng's back. "Little Brother, does it hurt?"
"Not really..."
Wait, no. It wasn't the pinch that hurt. Li Banfeng felt a dull, deep ache from deep within his flesh.
A'yu's fingernails lengthened slightly, and she made a small slit on Li Banfeng's back. "Little Brother, this is your dwelling, and you are the master of the house here. Use the Sit Back and Relax technique to force this Yang Calamity out."
Li Banfeng immediately activated the Sit Back and Relax technique. He was thoroughly practiced in this process; whether expelling poison or curing illnesses, it was fundamentally a matter of ejecting foreign objects.
The moment the technique was applied, the dull ache in his back flared intensely. Li Banfeng tried twice; he found the right spot and used the right method, yet the Yang Calamity simply refused to come out.
A'yu cautioned him, "Little Brother, Hen Wuyou's Yang Calamity isn't so easily expelled. If you don't get it out, the next time you see Hen Wuyou, she can take your life with a single move. Though she might not dare to strike either. Using a curse inflicts backlash on herself as well; if she can't endure it and dies first, you'd actually win big."
Hearing this, Li Banfeng grew anxious immediately.
Li Banfeng had no clear concept yet of how powerful Hen Wuyou's curses were, but he had witnessed firsthand how absurdly resilient her vitality was.
Should the two encounter each other, Hen Wuyou would use her curses without hesitation; with her current physical constitution, she had no reason to fear the backlash.
Li Banfeng threw his entire strength into the effort.
Upstairs and downstairs, all ten rooms exerted effort alongside Li Banfeng. The Yang Calamity hidden deep within his flesh attempted to flee several times, but each time A'yu used special techniques to lock it in place.
"I say, Sister, why don't you just dig the Yang Calamity out directly?" The pain grew sharper and sharper until Li Banfeng could hardly bear it.
"Little Brother, it's not that I can't dig it out. Your sister pities your pain. If the Yang Calamity is crushed during the digging, even I can't say what the consequences would be."
Enduring the torment for half an hour, an insect suddenly bolted out from Li Banfeng's spine.
The pitch-black bug was smeared with blood, still wriggling on the floor.
Li Banfeng picked up the insect and looked at it. "Isn't this just a Xuyuan silkworm?"
A'yu pointed to the faint, indistinct patterns on the bug. "This is a Xuyuan silkworm modified by curse arts. There are also Xuyuan silkworms modified by Gu arts, and supposedly even primal silkworms modified by other orders, though I haven't seen those."
Holding the Xuyuan silkworm, Li Banfeng rolled his shoulders, carefully feeling the lingering ache in his back.
Thank goodness he hadn't gone looking for Hen Wuyou. No wonder he had shivered with so many violent chills earlier.
Hong Ying must be infected with a Yang Calamity as well; that was why Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Calamity had triggered a warning back then.
Besides Hong Ying, who else had clashed with Hen Wuyou?
Li Banfeng looked at A'yu. "Sister, I must ask a favor of you."
A'yu smiled. "Little Brother, do you want me to pay a visit to your home? That's easily done. Your sister has been wanting to drop by for a sit-down for a long time."
Chapter 818