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“The strength of the Fiendish Corpses is about the same as a martial artist’s first Blood Qi Breakthrough. The Blood Corpses are even weaker. If they have Yang, Fire, or Yin Internal Force, it’s easier to deal with these things. Otherwise, we can only fight head-on and cut off their heads,” Chang Ji explained and suddenly changed the topic.

“I remember that the Fang brothers and Young Master Song both have Yin Internal Force, right?”

She had been disdainful of Han Zhao just now, but now, she was winking at him as she spoke.

Han Zhao clenched his fists behind his back. Damn it, what was she doing?! He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He would kill her when he went in!

Seeing this, Lian Chengxue took two steps forward and stood in front of Han Zhao. “There’s another thing to pay attention to. Corpse Puppets might appear among the Anomaly. This is a monster comparable to a Force Tempering Martial Master. Only the heart is a weakness. It’s useless to behead it.”

“Corpse Puppet?!” The expression of the old man beside Fang Zheng changed slightly. He had taken the risk to take a pill to break through the bottleneck this time, but he did not expect the danger of this trip to be so high. However, he was not prepared to give up.

“In short, if we encounter Corpse Puppets, we must not split up. Otherwise, we will be defeated one by one,” Chang Ji added.

“Brother Song, why don’t you follow me and assist me from now on?” Lian Chengxue said with a smile.

“Alright.” Han Zhao nodded. He knew that she treated him as an ordinary martial artist and deliberately took care of him.

The three sisters of the Lian family were quite particular.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll explain the division of labor in detail on the way. Let’s set off now. There are still more than 200 miles!” Chang Jun stood up.

“Oh right, I almost forgot. Brother Song’s compensation hasn’t been agreed yet?”

Fang Ling reminded.

When Lian Chengxue heard this, he looked at Han Zhao. “Young Master Song, what do you want? Pills, cultivation methods, or weapons?”

“I only want money,” Han Zhao said in a low voice. Actually, he wanted a divine weapon, but this was clearly unrealistic.

“Money?!”

As soon as he said this, everyone present was stunned.

When a martial artist reached the Force Tempering realm, money was naturally still very important. However, some precious medicinal pills, powerful cultivation methods, and high-quality weapons could not be bought with money.

“Are you sure?” Lian Chengyu confirmed.

“Yes.” Han Zhao nodded.

“I’ll give you 20,000 taels. How about that?” Lian Chengyu asked.

“Sure, deal!” Han Zhao smiled.

Seeing that he was so certain, Lian Chengxue couldn’t say anything else.

“Since we’ve agreed, let’s go.” Everyone stood up.

200 miles east of Jade Wind City.

In the deep mountains, there was a manor famous for forging swords and teaching sword techniques—Divine Sword Manor.

A hundred years ago, within a radius of 500 kilometers of the Divine Sword Manor, it was a top-notch faction because the Xie family would produce a grandmaster realm martial artist every generation.

Even in the prefecture capital, grandmaster realm martial artists were still experts. They would become esteemed guests of the various large factions, let alone in the affiliated cities.

However, on an unknown night, everyone in the Divine Sword Manor suddenly disappeared overnight. There were no traces of battle in the entire manor.

It was as if these people had suddenly gone to another world. All traces were completely erased from the world.

Later on, news spread that many desperadoes had boldly barged into the Divine Sword Manor, wanting to steal swords and wealth from the inside. In the end, everyone who entered mysteriously disappeared and never came out again.

From then on, the Divine Sword Manor became taboo. No one dared to go there, nor was anyone willing to mention it.

After decades, there were not many people who knew about the Divine Sword Manor.

Han Zhao and the others rushed to the entrance of the manor.

“Didn’t they say that no one has stepped foot here for decades? Why is the entrance so clean?” Fang Zheng’s heart turned cold. On the way up the mountain, there were weeds everywhere, but the platform outside the manor’s gate was spotless. There was not even moss. It did not look like no one had stepped foot here for decades. Instead, it looked like someone cleaned it on time every day.

“This is Anomaly. Some Anomalies that continue to have more Yin energy and resentment can even produce anomalous creatures that move freely like ordinary people. It’s not night yet, but I can already feel the Yin energy emitted from it.

Chang Ji stood at the entrance and took a deep breath, revealing a look of enjoyment.

“Since it’s daytime now, I’ll go in and scout the way first. I won’t have a chance at night.”

As he spoke, Chang Jun walked straight into the manor.

Seeing this, Chang Ji and Chang An followed.

Fang Zheng and the old man hesitated for a moment before bracing themselves to walk in.

As soon as Han Zhao stepped in, he felt a coldness appear in the Essence Soul Bead in his arms. Yin energy began to gather inside.

He also began to absorb the Yin energy in the Essence Soul Bead.

Soon, a notification appeared.

[Yin energy gathered. The land of Extreme Yin and Evil nurtured a large number of Fiendish Corpses, Blood Corpses, and a small number of Corpse Puppets.]

[Danger at night!]

Han Zhao ignored the notification and walked deeper into the manor.

When everyone entered the manor, they realized that it was much larger than it looked from the outside. It occupied at least two to three hundred acres. They walked around and when they reached the entrance again, Han Zhao roughly estimated that it had taken about ten minutes.

This was under the premise that they were relatively fast.

“Huh? Where’s Zhang Yuan?!” Fang Zheng’s surprised voice suddenly sounded. He realized that the old man who had been walking side by side just now had disappeared..