During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

Just as the Corpse-Driving Demon's bone staff was about to strike Li Ji, a large hand gripped the staff tightly.

The owner of this large hand was none other than Li Ji.

The killing intent in Li Ji's eyes was almost overflowing. His hair was disheveled and fluttered even without wind. His bloodlust was no longer concealed, and a giant blood tiger coiled behind him, roaring to the sky.

The pink Gu worm eggs seemed to be startled and scattered in all directions. Many of them entered the mouth and nose of the Corpse-Driving Demon, where he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The Corpse-Driving Demon felt as if it had fallen into a deep, abyss-like pool, a place of darkness, silence, and murky water.

His hands and feet felt as if they were filled with lead, making it impossible for him to move, and the icy river water entered his mouth and nose.

Even worse, he could feel himself constantly falling in the water, and that distinct feeling of weightlessness almost drove him mad.

Just as he was in despair, he looked up and seemed to see a figure that was both strange and somewhat familiar.

He saw Li Ji holding someone in his arms, slowly sinking into the water above.

Li Ji's expression was calm, yet beneath that calm lay the seeming tension of an impending volcanic eruption.

After Li Ji sank into the water, the previously deep, stagnant water suddenly began to surge like a tsunami.

The lake water gushed out from all sides of the cave, whistling and crashing against the surrounding rock walls...

The Corpse-Driving Demon then realized that what those Gu worm eggs had seen earlier were actually these...

In reality...

In fact, the moment the Corpse Demon attacked him, Li Ji felt an intense burning pain in the horn-shaped jade pendant in his chest.

He woke up, but in that short time, he was forced to relive a painful memory.

Shen Qingchi, a name he didn't want to recall.

He thought he had long forgotten, but he didn't expect that recalling it would still be so painful.

Damn it, let him relive the most desperate way to die.

At this moment, the Corpse-Driving Demon also awoke from its brief hallucination.

He knelt before Li Ji, drenched in sweat, staring at Li Ji as if he had seen a ghost, speechless.

"You saw something you shouldn't have seen. Have you thought about how you want to die?"

Li Ji's words were cold and devoid of any emotion, yet the murderous intent within them sent chills down the spine of the Corpse-Driving Demon.

"I...don't kill me..."

The Corpse-Driver Demon was somewhat incoherent; after witnessing that strange scene, he dared not look the person in front of him in the eye.

Li Ji didn't waste any words, his eyes filled with only cold killing intent. He swung his longsword down, and the icy wind from the sword made the hairs on the corpse-driving demon's neck stand on end.

At the critical moment.

A massive stone pillar fell from the sky, its target Li Ji below.

Li Ji glanced upwards out of the corner of his eye and saw that the stone pillar was as wide as a well and as tall as a willow tree, weighing at least a thousand kilograms.

Before he could figure out how such a huge stone pillar appeared in the air, Li Ji had no choice but to change his move mid-air, retract his longsword, and leap backward.

"Bang!"

The stone pillar crashed to the ground, instantly raising a thick layer of dust, and the stone bricks cracked like a spider web.

As the dust billowed, two figures, radiating murderous intent, rushed toward Li Ji.

A figure stood there, incredibly tall and imposing, like an iron tower.

A tall, hunched figure with white hair and beard stood there.

The two were companions of the Corpse-Driving Demon, descendants of the Baiyue tribe, Wushuang Gui and Baidu Wang.

After landing, Wushuang Gui grabbed the stone pillar and swept it horizontally towards Li Ji. The sweeping motion created a strong wind with the brute force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Li Ji dodged to the side, but the strong wind ripped his clothes open.

Before Li Ji could regain his footing, Wushuang Gui swung the stone pillar down again. The pillar grazed Li Ji's ankle and smashed the ground, creating a deep crater and sending rubble flying.

At the same time, the hunchbacked figure of the Hundred Poisons King circled to the side like a ghost, raised his hand, and dozens of flying needles coated with deadly poison shot out like a torrential rain.

As the flying needles pierced the air, they also brought with them a pale green poisonous mist, which, once it spread, carried with it a pungent, fishy stench.

Li Ji's eyes were cold as he wielded his longsword, creating an impenetrable curtain of swords that deflected all the flying needles.

However, the poisonous fog was unstoppable, so Li Ji had to sidestep it, which caused his movements to pause slightly.

"Go!" the Hundred Poison King shrieked.

Wushuang Gui immediately abandoned the stone pillar, bent down to grab the limp corpse-driving demon, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and turned to run away.

The King of Poisons then scattered a packet of poison powder, creating a poison barrier behind him to hinder Li Ji's pursuit.

When Li Ji broke through the poisonous fog, the three of them had already run ten zhang away.

Upon seeing this, a red light flashed in Li Ji's eyes. The man in the black hooded cloak reminded him of his most painful memories. How could he be willing to let this person go so easily?

Moreover, those three clearly knew about the Baiyue secret treasure; this lead must not be lost!

Li Ji held the longsword upside down in front of his chest, frantically pouring his inner force into the blade, causing a dark red light to surge across it.

His face was bathed in a soft, reddish light, creating a play of light and shadow.

Then, with a swing of the longsword, a huge crescent-shaped dark red sword aura instantly appeared more than ten feet away.

This sword energy, condensed with nearly half of Li Ji's internal force, plowed the ground with deep grooves and slashed towards the Hundred Poison King at an extremely fast speed.

As the Hundred Poison King was running ahead, he suddenly felt an extremely strong force coming from behind him.

When the King of Poisons turned around, he was immediately horrified. He saw a crescent-shaped sword aura fly dozens of meters in just a few breaths and arrive in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"My life is over!" The King of Poisons was terrified. The sword energy was too fast, and he had no time to do anything to defend himself.

At the critical moment, Wushuang Gui stood in front of Baidu Wang with his dark, iron-like back.

"Pfft!"

Wushuang Gui instantly felt a sharp pain in his back, and the huge impact made him stagger, almost dropping the Corpse-Driving Demon in his arms to the ground.

On his back, the skin that was usually impervious to blades and bullets suddenly tore open, leaving a gash nearly a foot long.

Beneath the skin and flesh, the white bones are faintly visible.

Despite the excruciating pain, Wushuang Gui did not linger. Led by Baidu Wang, the three of them turned into a street corner.

Because of the buildings at the street corner blocking their view, the three disappeared from Li Ji's sight.

When Li Ji caught up with them to the street corner, the wide street was already deserted.

Li Ji circled the street three times but found no trace of the three people.

He returned to the street corner, gazing at the dark street, lost in thought.

Just then, Li Ji bent down and wiped his fingertip with his hand, and a drop of dark red blood appeared on his fingertip.

Clearly, the three people did not leave the street; most likely, they escaped into a house in the middle of the street.

Li Ji looked at the buildings on both sides of the street. The three shops closest to the bloodstains were right next to each other.

On the left is a clinic with medicine banners hanging, while the shop in the middle has its doors tightly closed, revealing nothing about it.

The room on the right, with a string of red lanterns hanging under the eaves and the curtain half-lifted, where the sounds of string and wind instruments could be faintly heard, was a dance hall.

Of the three shops, Li Ji needs to choose one to search. If he chooses the wrong one, the three people are very likely to move again during his search.

Therefore, the opportunity may only come once.

Li Ji mentally assessed which of the three people was most likely to choose.

The peerless ghost was struck by his sword energy and was seriously injured. A medical clinic was exactly what he needed.

The shop in the middle was closed, so it's possible that the three of them escaped there.

On the right, the dance hall, even though it was late at night, still had many people inside.

After a brief moment of thought, Li Ji decided to enter the dance hall first.