Miao Fengjun actually appeared again!
This old monster, every time it shows up, nothing good ever happens!
Li Muyang was filled with vigilance as he watched the headless monk in front of him and began to inquire.
Yet Miao Fengjun’s headless torso emitted a hearty laugh.
“Haha… Young layman is just as cautious as ever.”
The left hand holding a tin staff, and the right hand cradling a head, Miao Fengjun, dressed as a monk, appeared elegant and spirited, his demeanor truly disarming.
If not for the absence of a head, he really could be mistaken for a saintly monk descended to earth.
The head in its hands had eyes tightly shut, lifeless.
But its headless body let out a hearty laugh nonetheless.
“Passing by this time is likewise a fortunate encounter.”
“The little monk happened to be passing nearby and saw the young layman slaying the Evil Spirit here, so I came over to show my face, young layman need not be nervous.”
“Since our last parting, barely more than a month has passed, yet the young layman has seen a world of change in strength and improved so swiftly.”
“It seems that without the help of this little monk, the layman can also rise to great heights on his own.”
The headless monk’s laughter was amiable, appearing exceedingly friendly.
But Li Muyang stared at this guy, frowning without a word, extremely cautious in his heart.
Because he remembered the advice Miao Fengjun had left when they parted last time, telling Li Muyang to be wary of “living people”, saying that in the Ancient Resentment Well, the living are more terrifying than Evil Spirits.
At the time, Li Muyang had not understood the meaning of these words, finding it rather baffling.
But shortly after meeting the Liu Li Fairy and the others, Li Muyang suddenly grasped the meaning of Miao Fengjun’s words.
——This bastard had long since figured out he was Jiang Xiaoyu, indirectly hinting at it!
As an outsider, Li Muyang, once recognized by people from the Mortal World, would be discovered by the Heavenly Eye Earth Monarch and struck by Evil Power, meeting a violent death.
It was obvious that Miao Fengjun had guessed Li Muyang’s true identity during their last encounter and reminded him to stay concealed.
Now looking at this guy laughing cheerfully, Li Muyang narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then saved the game and spoke up.
“My respects to you, senior; you are the ancient Demon Cultivator Miao Fengjun, whose Cultivation far surpasses mine. Your guidance is indeed a great fortune for me.”
Li Muyang outright stated the old devil’s true identity.
Upon hearing this, the headless holy monk in front of him was momentarily stunned.
That headless holy monk who was previously carefree immediately took to his heels and started running, even abandoning the Zen staff and holding onto the head with tightly closed eyes, fleeing into the distance.
But the moment Miao Fengjun moved, the sky churned with dark clouds as a colossal wave of Evil Power descended from the heavens, crashing down onto the wasteland where Li Muyang and Miao Fengjun were.
[You have died, game failed]
“…Well, isn’t that effective?”
Seeing the failure CG, Li Muyang clicked his tongue.
In the last second before his death, he saw Miao Fengjun’s headless body being bombarded by Evil Power.
Although the old devil didn’t disintegrate on the spot like Li Muyang, from the way he fled in distress, it was clear he was not lightly wounded.
Seeing this scene, Li Muyang’s fear of Miao Fengjun immediately diminished quite a bit.
This old devil truly fears the power of the Ancient Resentment Well.
Miao Fengjun, being an outsider, would also be slaughtered by Evil Power.
Thus, as an outsider himself, Li Muyang had found a way to counter Miao Fengjun, at least they could perish together.
Li Muyang, who had just reloaded his save and returned to the game, let out a long sigh of relief.
Looking at the obsequiously behaved Miao Fengjun before him, Li Muyang said, “Although my strength has advanced rapidly, I’ve recently hit a bottleneck. I wonder how the holy monk plans to help me?”
Now that he had a way to counter the other party, Li Muyang felt much more relaxed and started to probe.
He was very curious as to what this old demon was plotting by entering the Ancient Resentment Well.
The headless holy monk chuckled and said, “The Nightwalkers have a special talent, and the Evil Spirits they tame far surpass ordinary puppets.”
“But even so, there are weaknesses.”
“The Nightmares you will face next will become stronger and more cunning. When there are about ten Nightmares left, the remaining Nightmares will be beyond your ability to handle.”
“Once that time comes, this group of Nightmares may even join forces proactively to hunt down and kill you.”
“That will be a disaster of total destruction.”
The headless holy monk chuckled and said, “To break through this predicament, Junior Monk, you will need helpers.”
Miao Fengjun cheerfully offered his guidance.
Li Muyang climbed onto this lead and asked, “I humbly request the holy monk to advise, where should one seek such assistance?”
Miao Fengjun raised his hand to point north and said, “Follow this direction northward, cross the vast sea of blood and the perilous mountains of corpses, and you will reach a vast prairie.”
“That prairie is at the edge of the world, hiding great secrets, rumored to be the resting place of spirits from ancient times.”
“Should you obtain the guidance and help of these ancient spirits, dealing with a few mere Nightmares will be extremely easy.”
Miao Fengjun’s words caused Li Muyang to narrow his eyes.
“The vast prairie to the north?”
From the description, it was obvious that he was referring to the resting place of the Ancestor Spirits of the Evil Vein Clan.
Previously in “Lethal Wild Grass,” Li Muyang, following Granny Gu, went to the resting place of the Ancestor Spirits, but at that time, the Ancient Resentment Well was pitch dark, making it impossible to see the path or discern directions.
Now Miao Fengjun was generously offering directions…
Looking at this old demon, Li Muyang said, “I am deeply grateful for the holy monk’s guidance and will never forget it. May I ask what this humble one can do for the holy monk, to repay the favor of your guidance?”
Li Muyang very agreeably spoke of his desire to reciprocate.
And this time, the old demon, Miao Fengjun, was no longer pretentiously courteous but said with a chuckle,
“Junior Monk, you are too kind. It was but a small piece of advice, no need for repayment.”
“However, should Junior Monk come across that prairie, please bring back a handful of the black soil from there for me. This humble monk has another use for it.”
“Of course, you do not need to keep this a secret; you may honestly convey it to those sleeping spirits from ancient times. If they are opposed, then Junior Monk need not bring it.”
Miao Fengjun’s laughter was gentle, showing no coercion at all.
But by saying this, it was clear he believed that even if Li Muyang spoke truthfully, the Ancestor Spirits of the Evil Vein Clan would not prevent it?
Li Muyang took a deep look at the old demon and bowed to him as a farewell.
“I have taken note, senior. We shall meet again if fate allows it.”
After speaking, Li Muyang had Ding Liang change course and head north.
Since the resting place of the Ancestor Spirits could be found, it would be best to visit there first before returning to kill the Nightmares.
And just as Li Muyang was about to leave, Miao Fengjun, laughing heartily, tossed his tin staff over.
“This staff is known as the Seven Treasures Colored Glaze Tin Staff, a Magic Artifact that this humble monk acquired not long ago. It serves no purpose in my hands at present, so I gift it to Junior Monk, hoping you will cherish this treasure.”
After Miao Fengjun finished speaking, Li Muyang caught the Seven Treasures Colored Glaze Tin Staff in his hand.
Instantly, a system prompt appeared in his field of vision.
[You have obtained the Seven Treasures Colored Glaze Tin Staff]