What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I clearly remember that when Lan Manshan looked at the giant silkworm pupa, he said something with a face full of regret:

"It wasn't always like this... Originally, it was a six-winged golden centipede..."

Could this be... that Lan family Gu King who degenerated into a silkworm pupa before?!

If my guess is correct, then its current performance is not surprising.

Because my body also contains a portion of its life essence!

In its perception, the aura emanating from me was practically another version of itself.

This level of bloodline connection is so strong that even the previous head of the Lan family might not be able to control it to attack me.

To sum it up in one sentence: My code is superior to yours!

After figuring out the origin of the golden centipede on my arm, I raised my eyelids.

My gaze pierced through the dissipating smoke and dust, landing on the masked man a dozen meters away.

I thought that I had watched helplessly as I killed three Lan family Dan realm elders in succession, breaking his killing move.

Even his final trump card—this Blue Family Gu King—inexplicably betrayed him and joined my side.

This mysterious envoy from the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies will be furious.

They even became so enraged that they fought me to the bitter end.

However, the reality was completely different from what I expected.

The masked man stood still, his cold bronze mask slightly raised.

There was no anger or resentment in his deep eyes behind the mask that came after his plans had fallen through.

Instead, he looked at the docile six-winged golden centipede perched on my arm and gave me a deep look.

His eyes even revealed a hint of keen interest.

That look in his eyes was like that of a chess player sitting in front of a chessboard, who suddenly discovers that the piece on the opposite side, which was originally considered a sacrifice, has actually managed to survive.

It became a stroke of genius that surprised him, yet he found it exceptionally interesting.

"The Chen family has brought me many surprises."

The masked man's hoarse voice drifted over on the night wind.

There was not a trace of murderous intent in his tone; instead, it carried a condescending scrutiny.

He then did not launch any further attacks.

As he finished speaking, the thick, dark aura emanating from his body receded rapidly, like the receding tide.

Then, his wide robe billowed up suddenly in the night wind.

Like a giant bat blending into the night, he flashed several times before darting headlong into the deep forests behind the Lan family's main stronghold without hesitation.

In just a few breaths, his presence completely vanished into the vast night.

They left decisively and without any hesitation.

As I watched the direction he disappeared in, my brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

I stood there, letting the blood from my left shoulder wound drip onto the bluestone slab, quickly reviewing everything that had just happened in my mind.

I really don't understand why he withdrew.

They went to such great lengths, setting up bait in Luohua Town to lure me to the depths of these Hundred Thousand Mountains, and then setting up a trap in the Blue Hall.

After a series of actions, I ended up killing three Blue Clan elders.

Not only did he fail to capture or kill me, but he also delivered the Gu King of the Lan family, who had lived for over a hundred years, right into my hands.

Was it simply because they realized I had a connection with the Gu King of the Lan family, felt the situation was out of control, and knew they couldn't defeat me in a short time, that they decisively retreated?

This logic simply doesn't make sense.

I don't believe there are such arrogant and foolish people in this world.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have survived this long in this treacherous and dangerous world of folklore.

Not to mention that he was able to cultivate such profound cultivation.

The masked man's retreat didn't seem to me to be due to fear.

It's more like a withdrawal after achieving one's goal.

"Using someone else to do the dirty work?"

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Perhaps the masked man never intended to kill or capture me personally from the beginning.

He just used Lan Haiping and the others as cannon fodder to drain my energy.

In fact, he wanted to use me to legitimately eliminate Lan Haiping and other traitors from the Lan family who had just defected to Wandie Valley.

As for this Gu King... did he release it really to kill me, or to test what secrets I was hiding?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the Wan Die Valley, this force hidden deep in the southern border, was like a bottomless black hole.

It contains too many chilling schemes.

Sure enough, Grandpa was right.

Wandie Valley is not as simple as it seems.

However, I don't have time to delve into what grand scheme the masked man is playing right now.

I took a deep breath and slowly calmed down the wildly circulating jade-colored evil energy within my body.

As I actively severed the maintenance of the Forbidden Technique of Cloaking Fiend, the jade-colored armor on my body, which was as solid as a substance, instantly dissipated.

A strong sense of fatigue and a tearing, aching pain in the muscles immediately washed over my entire body like a tidal wave.

In particular, his left shoulder, pierced by the boning dagger, was wracked with excruciating pain.

I gritted my teeth and focused my malevolent energy on the wound on my left shoulder, barely managing to stop the bleeding.

Although I was extremely tired, I felt a sense of relief.

Even after such an intense life-or-death struggle, I remain absolutely clear-headed.

There was not a trace of malevolence entering his mind or any sign of him going mad.

I underestimated the power of the Dragon Soul Gift.

I looked down at the six-winged golden centipede that was still resting on my right arm.

The little creature seemed to sense that the malevolent aura on my body had subsided. It gently flapped its six transparent golden wings and climbed up my arm.

Finally, it actually crawled into my collar and quietly lay down against my chest.

Its shell feels cool to the touch, with a hint of metallic hardness.

But at this moment, it was lying on my chest, and instead of making me feel uncomfortable like I was in direct contact with a poison, I felt a strange sense of security.

At that moment, a strange thought suddenly popped into my head:

Could it be that I'll become the kind of person who plays with insects, something I hate the most, in the future?

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt a chill.

"You can stay inside for now."

I shook my head, banishing the strange thoughts from my mind.

After muttering something to myself, I reached out and patted my shirt on my chest.

This thing is a top-tier poison; it would be too conspicuous to leave it out there so openly.

After settling the Gu King, I used my mind to retrieve the four willow-leaf knives scattered around, as well as the black bone needle that had been deflected.

Then, I looked around.

The once magnificent Blue Hall entrance is now a pile of ruins.

The bluestone slabs shattered into countless pieces, and the ground was littered with the corpses of poisonous insects and a pungent, fishy stench.

Lan Haiping's obese corpse lay sprawled on the steps, dark red blood still seeping from the blood hole between his eyebrows.

The bodies of the other two elders lay scattered not far away, their deaths gruesome.

Looking at these corpses, I felt a little heavy-hearted.