The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

Ye Qingyang looked intently at the small cauldron in his hand. Seeing that it was mostly filled with an unknown liquid, Ye Qingyang felt a strong urge to try it. He then tried to open it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

Ye Qingyang frowned deeply, staring at the small cauldron in his hand with a complicated expression.

He thought to himself, "Strange, why can't I open it? Even without cultivating the Wuji Gong, I'm still very strong from years of labor. Not to mention now that I've cultivated the Wuji Gong, my strength is even greater!"

Then, he muttered to himself, "Could it really be a treasure? I opened it wrong, or perhaps the timing wasn't right."

Then came a long silence!

Finally, Ye Qingyang's stomach growled, and he came to his senses, realizing that he had been so focused on finding Wu Penghui that he hadn't even eaten dinner last night.

Ye Qingyang stood up, looked around, and finally his gaze fell on a small box containing herbs.

He hurried over, opened the box, and dumped all the herbs inside onto the table. Just as he was about to put the small cauldron inside, he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something. He looked again at the herbs that had just been dumped onto the table.

Ye Qingyang put some more herbs into the box, then placed the small top on top, and then put the remaining herbs on top of that.

Finally, the box was placed in the innermost cabinet where the herbs were stored, together with the other boxes containing herbs.

Ye Qingyang closed the cabinet door, clapped his hands, and felt very satisfied.

He thought to himself, "The most dangerous place is the safest place. If I leave it here, no one will take it except me. This small cauldron is neither too big nor too small. I can't carry it directly on my body, and I don't feel safe hiding it in other places. I can only leave it here for the time being."

After finishing all this, Ye Qingyang went out, intending to go to the kitchen to cook. He needed to fill his stomach first; food is essential for survival. There was no need to make things difficult for himself.

In the past, Wu Penghui would prepare the meals and invite him to eat together, but today he had to cook for himself. Although he didn't really like cooking, disliking it and not knowing how to cook were two different things, and Ye Qingyang was still satisfied with his cooking skills.

So Ye Qingyang used the limited ingredients he had to make do with what he had before heading out to the Tiangang Sect for help.

Ye Qingyang had actually given up much hope, so when he went to the deputy head of the Foreign Affairs Hall to explain the situation, he deliberately steered the other party to think of his mortal enemy—the Netherworld Blood Shadow.

Ye Qingyang's few words made the deputy hall master take it seriously. After all, the Netherworld Blood Shadow had been making a lot of small moves lately, and there was even a hint that they were about to break off relations and have a big battle. Who knows if they were plotting something and Wu Penghui just happened to stumble upon it and was planning to kill them to silence them?

Therefore, they immediately dispatched people to search for him and comforted Ye Qingyang, telling him not to worry. Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyang had to act even more anxious, otherwise he would easily attract attention and cause trouble.

Ye Qingyang paced back and forth in the hall, feigning anxiety, but secretly hoping they could find Wu Penghui.

As he pondered this, he wondered if he had done something wrong. He had been nervous after learning of his friend's disappearance, but instead of losing his composure, he calmly planned how to conceal his true abilities.

At this moment, a disciple came to report that some signs of a fight and bloodstains had been found in a valley outside the city.

Ye Qingyang's heart tightened. Could it be that Wu Penghui had really met with misfortune?

He followed the group into the valley and found some torn clothing and weapons, but did not find Wu Penghui.

"What's going on?" Ye Qingyang asked, frowning.

"It seems a fierce battle took place here," the deputy leader analyzed. "But Wu Penghui's body wasn't found at the scene; perhaps he was rescued."

Ye Qingyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was now both hoping that Wu Penghui would be found and hoping that no one else had been found.

Ye Qingyang was conflicted. He was afraid that he would find not the vibrant Wu Penghui, but a lifeless version of himself. If he didn't find him, there was a possibility that he was still alive.