Corpse Recovery Diver

But now, Zhen Xin and Zhen Lang are both dead.

When they first sensed the commotion, Fat's group was the first to react. As the leader, he decided to deliberately approach, wanting to play the fool and follow Fat and his party to grab invitations.

When he discovered that the temple behind the big tree was modest in size and the people inside had very faint auras, he was smug, thinking he'd made the right choice.

After all, the temple he had initially planned to visit secretly detained women to refine elixirs with their menstrual blood. Although logically it could be justifiably destroyed, its influence was not small, and its array had just been reformed, with all personnel returned. It was a hard bone to chew.

But Zhen Yue hadn't expected that Fat's group wasn't simple, and even less so was the person in the lone temple, terrifying like a devil.

His mistake dealt his team a nearly devastating blow, extinguishing his desire to continue roaming the Jianghu.

Because his team was different from others, the family ties and complementary Cultivation Techniques were too severe to replenish manpower externally, while at home, talent was sparse. This generation had no one to recruit. His heart was shattered by that night's events.

Once home, he would light the lamps again, settle down, and nurture the next generation of the family.

Behind him, the increasingly closer killing intent disrupted Zhen Yue's emotions.

Have they caught up?

Zhen Yue ran with all his might, using every method he knew, but it was futile; the killing intent kept closing in.

If I can't run, then... I'll die here with Ah Lang and Ah Xin.

Zhen Yue stopped, turned around, and started setting up an Array.

Shen Huaiyang's fierce beast-like eyes told him what he was doing was merely a futile struggle.

The Array was set, but Shen Huaiyang broke through it with just a charge.

Zhen Yue sighed, ready to accept the outcome.

"Buzz!"

A giant eye appeared on the ground, slowing Shen Huaiyang's speed, briefly restraining him.

Zhen Yue saw this and his face was filled with astonishment. This Array eye was very familiar because it was a Secret Technique passed down by his Zhen Family.

Shen Huaiyang roared angrily, stomping the eye underfoot, but as he stepped forward, a second giant eye appeared, followed by a third, fourth…

Zhen Yue snapped back to reality and continued to flee.

After Shen Huaiyang crushed several giant eyes, he finally stopped as his prey ran out of reach, with no heart to continue the chase.

He scanned the surroundings, trying to detect the presence that intervened just now, but failed.

Then, as if summoned by some will, he turned and walked towards the direction of the temple.

Fat ran the fastest and furthest, already at the foot of the mountain, lying on a flat stretch of land, his chest heaving.

"You ran really fast."

A voice appeared, startling Fat into jumping like a startled fish.

"Who!"

Fat looked around warily.

"Here."

Zhao Yi's figure emerged, weighing a bag of powder in his hand.

Fat immediately shouted joyfully, "Haha, brother, are you also here to eliminate demons and uphold the dao? Great, with the two of us bearing the flag and sacrificing ourselves for righteousness, how could the Righteous Path not thrive!"

Zhao Yi glared fiercely and said, "Ahead lies a mountain village. You, this skinless ghost, intend to enter the village to harm the people and gain human skin, don't you? Luckily, I arrived in time, or you'd have caused chaos!"

Fat was stunned and thought, this bastard is going to kill me!

Zhao Yi: "Speak, which temple on the mountain released you? I must go and demand an explanation!"

Some matters have to be resolved.

Like the karmic threads of the Heavenly Dao.

These two groups of people abandoned their given trail, not going to hold the deserving temple accountable but seeking out a lone house, thinking it easier to grab invitations.

Now both groups are wasted, yet the karma they were to resolve remains. Since they won't do it, Li Zhiyuan and I must clean up.

This is what Zhao Yi told Li Zhiyuan, to give Fat a chance.

If Fat speaks of Shen Huaiyang's temple, clearly wanting him to go and die too, Fat must die.

If Fat mentions the other temple he should be pursuing due to karmic fate, he can live.

Fat revealed the temple's location.

Zhao Yi pondered slightly; Fat wasn't talking about Shen Huaiyang's coordinates.

Fat: "Make sure to destroy that temple. They raise skinless ghosts like me to harm people, not genuine priests at all."

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes at Fat: "Too good at acting."

This Fat clearly guessed his intention in a short span and gambled, showcasing live adaptability Zhao Yi couldn't help but admire.

Fat: "Just because I figured it out doesn't mean I wasn't sincere. On the river, scheming is for the river. Onshore, affairs can't be muddled.

My intention was to initially get what I wanted, and after some time when their guard was down, handle that temple."

Zhao Yi: "Keep pretending."

Fat: "Wanting to live isn't shameful. Big bro, please, give me a chance."

Zhao Yi: "No can do, you're off to die."

Fat turned and immediately started to run.

Zhao Yi assumed a standard throwing posture, hurling the bag at him.

Upon hitting, the bag shattered, and a pile of white powder covered Fat.

"Ah!!!"

Fat let out an extremely painful wail, collapsing to the ground, preferring death to life. Desperately he shouted:

"What kind of poison is this!"

Fat had given up struggling, awaiting the arrival of death.

Who knew Zhao Yi wouldn't finish him off but instead turned away, waving:

"Table salt."