Wu Qingyi was the first to notice that something was wrong with Li Muge.

How could a perfectly healthy person change so quickly in such a short time? Besides, Li Muge doesn't seem to be that familiar with Shakyamuni.

But looking at how Shakya spoke to Li Muge with such concern, one could see that he was genuinely concerned for her.

Wu Qingyi found it strange, very strange.

The only explanation, Wu Qingyi seemed to have guessed, was that the current Li Muge was not the real Li Muge.

Upon hearing Wu Qingyi's words, Shao Junhao flicked his long hair.

"Actually, I already knew, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to alert them." Shao Junhao's expression was solemn. If you didn't know better, you would think he was a very meticulous person.

Only Wu Qingyi knew.

Shao Junhao's boastful words were nothing more than an attempt to justify himself.

"Hmm, Jack, you're really amazing. Meeting you is my good fortune, Wu Qingyi." Wu Qingyi said with a half-smile.

"Haha, Dr. Wu, not to be rude, but your awareness is truly remarkable." Shao Junhao's smile froze on his face as he spoke.

He lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

They dared not offend Wu Qingyi.

If you offend him, Wu Qingyi is probably full of bad intentions, and he'll either make you a guinea pig for acupuncture or have someone else make you a test subject for medicine.

Shao Junhao admires acupuncture.

He was able to persevere even under such dire circumstances, which was a testament to his domineering CEO qualities.

It was evening.

The dungeon is becoming increasingly lively.

The guards opened the city gates, and cultivators from all directions arrived on their swords.

Their purpose in coming was not solely for the Soul-Returning Grass; they also sought the Broken Sword, the sharpest sword in the Three Realms, said to be able to cleave even the heavens.

It is said that as long as one obtains this sword, one will be aided.

In the Three Realms, unless one is unlucky enough to encounter someone who is about to reach the Nascent Soul stage, it is difficult to find a worthy opponent.

Li Muge found Yang Shu at the address given by the man with heterochromia, but Yang Shu's condition did not seem to be very good.

Yang Shu was not imprisoned.

Instead, they were simply thrown into a mass grave.

In the mass grave, Li Muge Changyan walked with extreme caution, afraid of accidentally stepping on human bones or rotting corpses.

"Found it." Li Muge ran to Yang Shu's side in three steps, but by then Yang Shu had already had his life essence drained.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing when touched, Li Muge might have thought Yang Shu was already dead.

"What should we do?" Li Muge felt a sense of unease; Yang Shu was now practically on the verge of death.

Changyan pondered for a moment.

"I'm afraid the only thing in this world that can save Yang Shu's life so quickly is the Resurrection Grass."

Li Muge understood what Chang Yan meant as soon as she heard his words.

She first worked with Changyan to seal Yang Shu's soul inside Yang Shu's body.

Then they found a safe place to hide Yang Shu's body and devised a plan to steal the Soul-Returning Grass.

It's likely that the city lord of the dungeon will discover that the sacrificed bride is not the virgin he had chosen.

The dungeon will definitely be disrupted then.

Then she and Changyan could also take advantage of the chaos to steal the Soul-Returning Grass.

All parties are eyeing the Soul-Returning Grass and the Breaking Sword, two peerless treasures.

Meanwhile, the master of the dungeon was leisurely reclining on a tiger-skin chair.

The servants respectfully collected the blood released from the witch into a transparent glass cup.

The bright red blood, contained in a crystal-clear glass cup, had a unique beauty and an eerie quality.

The lord of the underground city is named Wen Tai.

He was originally just a third-rate cultivator from a cultivation sect.

Once he entered the sect, his immortal roots were tested, and his future was basically predetermined. He only had inferior spiritual roots, so even if he had the best teacher and cultivation techniques, he would not be able to achieve great things on the path of cultivation.

No matter how much more effort Wen Tai puts in compared to those disciples with better talent and family background, he is destined to be nothing more than a mediocre outer disciple in this life.

This was unacceptable to the proud and arrogant Wen Tai.

By chance, he came into contact with the underground city.

He then discovered that there were so many people in this underground city who had the same experience as him.

Wen Tai felt increasingly resentful.

He wanted to become stronger, and to that end, he plotted to kill the old city lord and take his place.

They also successfully transformed the once peaceful underground city into a paradise of evil.

"This is the last one." Wen Tai was of ordinary appearance with a mustache, but his eyes were filled with longing as he drank the blood of the last river god's bride.

He then became a revered immortal.

He ascended to the celestial realm.

It is the dream of every monk.

But now he is about to realize this dream.

Wen Tai drank half a cup of blood in one gulp, his expression one of enjoyment.

But gradually he realized something was wrong. He opened his mouth frantically, trying to spit out the blood he had already drunk.

They even put their hands down their throats to induce vomiting.

But all of this was to no avail.

The maids who were originally serving Wen Tai were terrified.

"How could this be? Wrong, wrong!" Wen Tai used magic to teleport to the guard who delivered the blood, grabbing the guard by the neck: "Tell me, where is the bride who was brought in today?"

The guard's face was filled with fear: "Lord, spare my life! The bride is in the back hall."

Wen Tai realized something was wrong, so he directly absorbed the guard's life essence before stumbling over to see the bride's corpse.

But when they arrived at the back hall, the person lying on the ground was not a young girl, but an old, frail witch.

"Impossible, impossible, this city lord cannot fail at the last moment."

Wen Tai clearly could not accept this result.

The evil magic he practiced required the blood of eighteen women born at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) as a catalyst; only by consuming their blood could he become an immortal.

Wen Tai couldn't accept it.

He has already drunk the blood of seventeen women.

This is the last one. He has worked hard to build this business over the years.

Soon, I will fulfill my long-cherished wish and be admired by everyone.

But who knew that now there's nothing left, and everything has been for nothing.

Wen Tai knelt on the ground and cried.

Everyone else who saw this also knelt down, not daring to raise their heads again.

A moment later, Wen Tai looked up and said, "Summon that damned town mayor to me. I have something to ask him."

Wuchen was stopped by the guards.

He had already sensed something was wrong, and was on his way to the city lord's hall when...

However, she accidentally bumped into Ye Luo, causing Ye Luo's mask to slip off.

Wuchen was surprised, but he could not acknowledge her because of his current identity.

"Sorry." Ye Luo hurriedly walked away.

A flash of resentment crossed Zhaohua's eyes; she had seen Li Muge's portrait before.

Sometimes, she truly didn't understand how a despicable female demon could be so unforgettable to the high and mighty emperor.

Zhaohua felt sorrow, for her virginity had already been given to the Emperor.

However, the Emperor still refused to marry her, and sometimes when he looked at her, he would call out Li Muge's name.

Humans are always greedy.

You get something, but you can't control yourself and want more.