Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The sun dipped below the mountaintop, and the sky gradually darkened.

Blind Mountain, Cultivation Cave.

Three children sat cross-legged in a cave, each with a bowl of white rice in front of them, topped with a few green vegetables.

Snoring.

The three children's stomachs rumbled, but none of them looked at the food in front of them.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if the whole world did not exist, and all they had were physiological needs.

Several streams of black energy emerged from the three children, intertwining and devouring each other.

thump!

The thin girl in the middle collapsed.

Her lifeless eyes stared at the cave entrance, devoid of a child's longing, innocence, or even any semblance of human nature.

Until the very end, a single tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

Then there was no further brilliance.

"Hahaha, the method of refining the Gu Child Saint Body is indeed extraordinary."

Yamamoto Ichiro laughed heartily when he saw that the poison on the remaining two children had increased significantly.

Old Man Qian grinned and said.

"This is the foundation of my Medicine Immortal Sect, so it is naturally powerful."

Yamamoto Ichiro nodded repeatedly and said to Old Man Qian.

"Your sect's methods are truly unparalleled. I admire you. Shall we continue?"

At this moment, Old Man Qian smiled and said...

"Mr. Yamamoto, you must be tired after watching for so long. Why don't you go back to your cave and rest for a while?"

Yamamoto waved his hand and spoke.

"Haha, it's so much fun, I don't feel tired at all."

How can that old bastard be so shameless?

Qian Gu's old face scrunched up, and he spoke directly.

"Mr. Yamamoto, the next method is a bit unusual, so it would be best if you excuse yourself."

Yamamoto's smile froze instantly, and his gaze toward Old Man Qian sharpened considerably.

Hmph! That ungrateful old bastard, I'll get my hands on his methods for creating Gu children sooner or later.

That will be the end for you bunch of bedbugs.

He snorted and stood up, his eyes sweeping over the two children with a hint of greed before he walked toward the cave entrance.

at the same time.

Zhang Yan jumped down from a big tree and headed towards Blind Well Village.

Under the cover of night, Zhang Yan, disguised as an ordinary man, wandered around the village.

Although the magical artifact couldn't change one's height, under the cover of night, and without prolonged interaction with others, no one would notice it.

After walking around, Zhang Yan discovered a strange thing: it was more like the residence of the disciples of the Medicine Immortal Sect than a village.

The entire village consists only of young people and the elderly, and each person lives alone, or at most in pairs.

It's strange, where did those children go? Are they all in that so-called Medicine Immortal Cave?

Zhang Yan was placing the bomb while thinking.

We didn't bring enough bombs. We didn't expect there to be so many of them. Let's spread them out and release them; we'll need them in that cave.

He saw someone come out of the cave and went up to talk to him.

"Senior brother, is Elder Qian in the Cultivation Cave? I need to speak with him about something."

The man looked at Zhang Yan, frowned, and said.

"Old Qian is inside, but this is a crucial period for the Gu Child Holy Body to mature, so you'd better not disturb him."

"Okay, senior brother, I'll go see Master Qian again tomorrow."

The man nodded and walked toward his house.

Seeing him walk away, Zhang Yan patted the cloth bag behind him and went into the cultivation cave.

The meditation cave was brightly lit and spacious, with a gentle breeze, so it didn't feel stuffy.

Upon observation of the rock face, traces of both natural formation and human excavation were found, suggesting that this place was likely created from a natural cave.

The space here is too large; the explosives won't be very effective. We need to look inside.

There were many forks in the road, and Zhang Yan randomly chose the fork near the cave entrance to walk down.

He came out a few minutes later, the package had shrunk a bit, and then he went into a side road until the package was completely shrunken.

Sigh, it's still not enough; we can't find the children anywhere.

Zhang Yan placed explosives wherever there was no child in the side roads.

Zhang Yan stood at the entrance of a tall cave, about to go in, when a familiar voice came.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you say you'd come over tomorrow?"

Zhang Yan feigned a moment of panic and turned around to say something.

"Senior brother, my matter is a bit urgent, so..."

The man was carrying a plate with a much more abundant spread of food, including some meat.

He spoke.

"So urgent? Hmm, never mind, just deliver the meal and tell Old Qian about this."

"That's all I can do to help you."

Zhang Yan nodded repeatedly, took the plate, and said...

"Thank you, thank you, senior brother."

"Go ahead, and remember to share some of the Gu worms you refine this year with me."

"Good good."

Zhang Yan took the tray and strode towards the tall cave entrance.

Once inside the cave, Zhang Yan discovered that it was a completely different world.

Torches were stuck in the walls of the cave, stretching far into the distance. Every so often, there was an entrance and a fork in the road on either side, like a giant maw that could swallow people whole.

Zhang Yan walked slowly forward, carefully listening for any sounds of children inside each cave entrance.

When they reached the third cave entrance, they heard an old man's voice coming from inside.

"Why are you taking so long? Hurry up and come in."

Zhang Yan perked up, picked up his tray, and walked into the stone chamber.

The stone chamber was large enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people, but it was quite empty at the moment, with only an old man with his back to him and two children.

"Hurry up and bring it to me; the next few days will be very expensive."

The old man urged him again.

Zhang Yan walked over, handed the plate to the man, and looked at his face.

Zhang Yan's pupils contracted slightly. He had seen this old man on the mountain last time, but he never expected that he was the leader of the Medicine Immortal Sect.

The Gu within him is frantically warning you to get away from him. He's very strong; he'll detect you if he even glances at you.

Zhang Yan quietly retreated, and Old Man Qian, whose attention was entirely focused on the two children, did not notice.

He mixed the food together haphazardly, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of food, and handed it to one of the children.

"Open your mouth and eat."

Upon hearing the instruction, the child mechanically opened his mouth, then chewed and swallowed.

The old man chuckled as he fed the child.

"Eat well. This is your last meal as you become Holy Communion. Don't lose this opportunity because you didn't eat enough; that would be a real shame."

Seeing this, Zhang Yan clenched his fists tightly.

But reason told him that now was not the time; the people from Longhu Mountain had not yet arrived, and he was all alone here.

What he needs to do now is to quietly slip away while the old man isn't paying attention and wait for backup.

"That bastard Yamamoto may be greedy, but he offered a fair price. I need to carefully consider what I need."

Zhang Yan knew that as long as he could separate the two children and prevent their Gu worms from devouring each other, he could temporarily alleviate the current crisis.

At least these two children will survive for now.

But there are also many Japanese here. If he makes a move, even if he reveals the slightest clue, he will die.

"We'll continue after we finish eating; the pain will pass quickly."

"Oh, you don't know what pain is, that's good."

Zhang Yan suppressed the turbulent Qi within his body, closed his eyes, and clenched and unclenched his fists.

"You two stood out from dozens of children, and you worked so hard. No matter which one matures in the end, I will take it seriously."

"Sell it for a good price."

Zhang Yan slowly relaxed his hands, opened his eyes again, and showed the same carefree expression as Wu Gengsheng.

Ignoring the warnings from the worms inside his body, he moved forward step by step until he was close enough.

His disguise vanished, revealing his true appearance.

His fingertips formed fine, interwoven strands of gold and white, which he aimed at the old man's neck, who was still speaking.

Without hesitation or delay, he stabbed down fiercely.