Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 182 Little Poison God

The vast land of China is boundless, and its wonders and wonders are countless.

The land of China, especially the Central Plains, is the most prosperous, yet it is occupied by the righteous path. This is why the demonic sect has always tried to make a comeback and rise again.

Beyond the Central Plains, the north is a bitterly cold, icy plain, with snow that never melts, extremely frigid, and rarely visited by people.

To the east lies an endless sea, and overseas there are many mythical islands, such as Penglai Mountain and Liubo Mountain.

As for the south, there are the endless Hundred Thousand Mountains, a place of barren mountains and treacherous waters, teeming with miasma and poisonous creatures, and even more so with legendary strange and ferocious alien races.

To the west of the Central Plains lie two perilous lands. One of them is the boundless Gobi Desert, a wild and desolate place, the birthplace of the Demonic Sect, where the Demonic Sect's Savage Temple is located.

As for the southwest direction, bordering the Ten Thousand Mountains, lies the infamous Death Swamp.

The climate of the Death Swamp is the opposite of that of the wild northwest. Instead, it is quite similar to the Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang. For most of the year, it is rainy and overcast, and there are countless rare and exotic creatures.

Unfortunately, the Death Swamp is located near the southern border, which, although somewhat cold, is generally warm, and its damp environment is home to countless poisonous insects and ferocious beasts.

On rainy days, countless highly toxic marsh gases emerge from the soil. If a person inhales them and does not receive timely detoxification and treatment, they will die.

Furthermore, due to its unique environment, the Death Swamp contains countless hidden swampy areas. Once trapped inside, even if one is not immediately swallowed by the swamp, it is extremely easy to alert ferocious beasts and poisonous insects, resulting in either being devoured by wild beasts or stung by poisonous insects.

The Death Swamp is such a dangerous place that few people usually go there. It is precisely because of the extremely dangerous environment of this swamp that Changshengtang has been able to survive safely to this day.

However, all of this was shattered not long ago by the enormous golden pillar of light that rose from the depths of the Death Swamp.

On that day, golden light shot straight into the sky, never ceasing day and night, illuminating the sky as bright as day even in the dead of night.

The golden light lasted for three whole days before it finally dissipated. Such a commotion naturally attracted many daring individuals who attempted to explore the Death Swamp.

Before those people even entered the Death Swamp, they could hear faint howls as they approached its edge, which terrified many of them.

The series of strange phenomena quickly spread throughout the world, causing a sensation across the Divine Continent, especially among cultivators who were extremely excited.

All spiritual objects and divine artifacts possess their own spirituality. For example, the ancient sword Zhuxian of the Qingyun Sect is full of sword energy, and its appearance can cause countless precious swords to resonate.

The strange phenomena in the Death Swamp were even more significant than those of the ancient sword, Zhuxian.

Ten years ago, the divine might of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword when it was unsheathed resounded throughout the land of China, thanks to the great battle and the countless righteous cultivators who spoke of it.

Now that this extraordinary treasure has appeared, the world is naturally shaken. Countless experts from both the righteous and evil paths have emerged from their mountains and are converging on the Western Death Swamp.

Just half a day's distance from the Death Swamp lies a desolate little village called 'King Village'.

In recent days, with the news of the emergence of the extraordinary treasure, this small village closest to the Death Swamp has suddenly become lively, with countless cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths pouring in.

When there are many people, disputes are more likely to arise. In particular, in the past ten years, the righteous and the demonic paths have been constantly clashing, and there are many grudges between them.

Therefore, in recent days, many battles have taken place in this small village, and many people have perished in a foreign land before even entering the Death Swamp.

"Whoosh!" A dark red streak of light descended from the sky and transformed into the figure of a young Taoist priest dressed in a light blue robe.

Zhang Xiaofan did not travel with his fellow disciples, not because he was too aloof, but because his fame would attract unwanted attention. This time, it was obvious that Wanrenwang would target him, and if others were with him, they would be in greater danger.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan went alone, while Lu Xueqi and the others went in another group, splitting up into two teams. Zhang Xiaofan was responsible for diverting Wanrenwang's attention, while Lu Xueqi and the others were mainly responsible for stopping Wanrenwang's plan and, ideally, finding out the details of Fenxiang Valley.

After landing, Zhang Xiaofan looked up at the remote village with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys, a look of bewilderment flashing across his eyes.

After letting out a soft sigh and suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, Zhang Xiaofan stepped inside.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofan entered this remote village, he heard a lot of hawking voices. It was clear that the arrival of many cultivators had brought a lot of life to this remote and desolate village.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan heard a peculiar shout, and a strange expression flashed across his face.

"To foresee one's future fifty years in advance, and to predict one's fortune for three hundred years, one must possess an iron tongue and divine insight, able to judge yin and yang with a pen. If you wish to know what the future holds, you may come and have your fortune told."

Hearing the shout, Zhang Xiaofan looked in the direction of the voice and indeed saw an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom, holding a long, thin bamboo pole covered with a canvas that read "Immortal Points the Way." The old man was sitting in front of a wooden table, shouting loudly.

Beside the old man was a girl in red, who was enjoying a candied hawthorn. It was unclear where in this desolate little village they could find candied hawthorns for sale.

It was Zhou Yixian and Xiao Huan, whom he had met not long ago. However, compared to when they first met, Zhang Xiaofan could clearly sense that Xiao Huan's blood and energy were much more abundant, and she had a lot more vitality.

Zhang Xiaofan was about to step forward when he suddenly stopped and blended into the crowd.

Just then, a young man appeared in front of Zhou Yixian's wooden table. The man was dressed in light blue clothes, with delicate features, but his face was somewhat pale.

"Young lady, I'd like to have my fortune told."

The young man spoke with a faint smile and a calm tone.

Xiao Huan frowned slightly, sized up the man, and a glint of light seemed to flash in her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yixian's face lit up with joy, and he quickly said with a smile.

"What would you like to see, sir? Marriage or fortune?"

"I intend to go to that swamp of death. Could you please tell me about my fortune and whether I will encounter any calamities?"

The young man pondered for a moment, and then spoke again, seemingly after some thought.

"And by the way, can you tell me if I'll be able to avenge my great grudge this time?"

However, no sooner had the young man finished speaking than a delicate laugh came from afar.

Why did the Little Poison God abandon this young woman and travel alone?

(End of this chapter)