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

But for him, this was at most a loss of a trophy.

It doesn't affect the overall picture of his revenge.

Having figured this out, I couldn't help but frown.

This orphan of the Sang family has really played a clever game.

However, there's still one question I haven't figured out.

Since he carries such a deep-seated hatred, how could he possibly get involved with the Butterfly Valley?

Wan Die Valley is a top power in Southern Xinjiang. When the Sang family was wiped out, was Wan Die Valley involved?

Was he genuinely allied with Butterfly Valley to seek revenge, or... was Butterfly Valley itself part of his revenge plan?

"Young friend Chen, now that you've encountered him, you must be very careful."

Zhang Xuanqing's solemn voice interrupted my thoughts.

"This person has endured for thirty years. His deep-seated nature and ruthless methods are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Now that he dares to show himself so openly, it means that he has completely raised his sword of revenge.

The storm in southern Xinjiang has likely only just begun.

"I understand, Daoist Master. Thank you for your explanation."

I thanked them in a low voice and then hung up the phone.

The off-road vehicle sped along the dark mountain road, the shadows of the trees on both sides receding like ghosts.

I touched my chest, where the six-winged golden centipede was lying quietly, radiating a faint coolness.

Regardless of what that orphan of the Sang family is up to, and regardless of the deep-seated hatred and blood feuds between these forces in the Southern Frontier, I don't want to get involved now.

I have only one purpose in coming to southern Xinjiang.

That is to find Li Qing and then bring him out safe and sound.

Anyone who tries to stop me, I will kill.

I stepped on the gas, and the SUV let out a deep roar as it sped toward the red coordinates on the navigation screen.

The night was like a thick black curtain, tightly covering this vast expanse of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The off-road vehicle bumped along the rugged mountain road.

Although the straight-line distance shown on the navigation is only a few dozen kilometers, this mountain dirt road is full of twists and turns.

Given the extremely low visibility at night, I wasn't driving very fast.

Along the way, apart from the occasional startled night birds taking flight and the roar of engines, the surroundings were so quiet it was unsettling.

I gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the photo Lei Zhenshan had sent me replaying in my mind.

The photo shows Li Qing's disheveled figure, his tattered down jacket, and the skilled fighters from southern Xinjiang flanking him in a fan shape.

I don't know who those people who were hunting him down were.

Hidden within these Hundred Thousand Mountains are countless forces, large and small. Besides the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley and the Lan Family, there are many unknown secret sects and ruthless rogue cultivators.

Li Qing, an outsider feng shui master, could offend anyone.

Nearly two hours later, the off-road vehicle finally entered a relatively flat river valley.

As I rolled down the car window, a cool breeze carrying a heavy smell of moisture and decaying leaves rushed in, and I could faintly hear the sound of rushing water.

I glanced at the navigation; we were already near a tributary of the Lancang River.

The red coordinate point is less than 200 meters ahead.

Then I parked the car behind a secluded thicket of bushes, turned off the engine, and switched off all the lights.

Pushing open the car door, I grabbed the scalpel from the passenger seat and strode toward the coordinates.

With my eyesight enhanced by the cool air, I searched for the terrain features in the photos in the darkness.

Before long, a huge banyan tree that would take four or five people to encircle came into my view.

The roots of the banyan tree are like countless gnarled pythons, deeply embedded in the damp soil.

The tree canopy blocked out the sun, completely obscuring the already dim starlight.

"This is it."

I walked to the banyan tree, squatted down, and began to carefully examine the scene.

In the photo, Li Qing used the trunk of this tree as cover to hide from pursuers.

Sure enough, I found several marks on the back side of the tree trunk where it had been chopped by a sharp weapon.

Looking up, the sawdust was curled up, and the cut was very smooth.

It was clearly left by a sharp Miao knife from southern Xinjiang.

I also found a small piece of torn waterproof fabric in the gaps between the intertwined tree roots.

The fabric has obvious burn marks on the edges, which perfectly match the damaged windbreaker Li Qing wore in the photo.

Then, I looked down along the tree trunk.

On the damp soil, a few drops of blood, long since dried into a dark brown, were found.

The smell of blood was very faint, almost masked by the smell of rotting leaves around it.

I stood up and glanced at the primeval forest shrouded in dense miasma in front of me.

According to Lei Zhenshan, Li Qing and his pursuers eventually disappeared into the miasma.

I tried to look around for footprints they left behind or broken branches.

However, what I find challenging is that there are very few traces of magical battles in this area.

Li Qing was clearly desperately trying to escape at the time and had no time to stop and fight to the death with his opponent.

The pursuers were all experts in tracking, and their movements were extremely swift.

To make matters worse, the climate of the rainforest is unpredictable, with high humidity and a thick, soft layer of fallen leaves on the ground.

It has been some time since Lei Zhenshan's team left, and those already faint footprints and traces have long been completely destroyed by the natural environment.

I stood there and spun around once, my brows furrowing slightly.

The trail went completely cold here.

The primeval rainforest is vast and boundless; if you choose the wrong direction, even a slight mistake can lead to disastrous consequences.

If I were to plunge headlong into the miasma forest like a headless fly, not only would rescuing Li Qing be out of the question, but even finding him would be a problem.

That's why I went to the Lan family first.

"Looks like it'll take some effort."

I muttered something to myself and carefully put the scalpel away again.

Since conventional tracking methods are ineffective, we have no choice but to resort to some unconventional methods.

Then, I took a deep breath, slowly closed my eyes, cleared my mind of all distractions, and gradually let my mind sink into the depths of my brow.

There, the cool air still lingers quietly.

I usually treasure it so much that I can't bear to waste even a single bit of it.

But now, in order to find Li Qing, I can't care about anything else.

I only used this "qi-gazing" technique once, when dealing with Zhou Yuanshan's Gu case in Jiangcheng.

That time, I used it to see through the Gu worm hidden in Zhou Yuanshan's body and the red thread whose fortune had been drained.

Its effects are nothing short of miraculous, but the consumption is also astonishingly high.

"Disperse."

I silently snorted to myself.

The cool aura between his brows jolted suddenly, then a wisp of it split off and exploded instantly.

This bone-chilling airflow rushed wildly into my eyes, following my meridians.

As the cool air continued to flow in and out, I suddenly opened my eyes.

The world before my eyes changed completely in that instant.