Wang Tuzi, who provided the clues earlier, felt the spirit energy rain falling on him. At first, he felt itchy all over but soon, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
It was as if he was soaking in a bath.
Not only him, but his pet beast, the vulture, also felt the same way.
Wang Tuzi's pet beast had been severely injured many years ago. Not only did it not recover from its old injuries, but its constant consumption of rotting meat had also accumulated a lot of corpse poison in its body.
The vulture was a scavenger so if it wasn't injured, it wouldn't be a big deal. But once it was injured, the poison wouldn't be able to suppress it any longer. Over the years, there would often be days where the vulture would suffer excruciatingly. Not only was his pet beast in pain, but Wang Tuzi was also affected due to the power of their blood contract. That was why he looked so horrifying.
The man and beast had accumulated poison in their bodies for such a long time, which was why they looked so strange. But now that they were showered in the spirit energy rain, their old injuries and the poison in their bodies were slowly recovering.
It wasn't just Wang Tuzi, even Old Turtle's fingers were trembling. He was previously treated by Shang'er and although the treatment was successful in the end, his pet beast was still weak and shriveled.
However, under this spirit energy rain, not only did Old Turtle feel like he had been reborn, but his pet beast, the giant turtle, was also bursting through the clothes on Old Turtle's back. It raised its head and enjoyed this rebirth rain to its heart's content.
Furthermore, one could see with the naked eye that this turtle was slowly growing in size.
At first, it was only the size of a washbasin but in no time, it grew to half a person's height. It could even carry three to five people on its back.
How could Old Turtle not be excited at this sight?
Madam Ghost Child came over and said, "This is the Curator's supernatural power. The way I see it, there's nothing in this world that the Curator can't do."
Madam Ghost Child, Coffin Man, and Old Turtle were all part of the Nanling Five. Back then, they were as close as siblings but after a disaster, one of them died while the other four were injured. For many years, they lived miserable lives. If it weren't for the Curator's coincidental treatment, Old Turtle wouldn't be alive today and Coffin Man might have died as well.
This was Old Turtle's first time meeting the Curator. He was also excited as he recalled an old incident.
"Ghost Child, Coffin Man, do you still remember the legend of Dao Lord?"
Dao Lord?
Hearing these two words, all the heretical experts present were taken aback.
As long as one was an expert of the Evil Path, how could they not know of Dao Monarch? The Evil Path Expert Ranking that had been passed down for hundreds of years was created by Dao Monarch. In the Evil Path, Dao Monarch was an existence akin to a patriarch. He was even listed as the number one expert in the world hundreds of years ago.
"Dao Lord, you've always been wearing a mask in the past. Now, Curator is doing the same. Is there a connection between the two?" Old Turtle was bold and said whatever came to his mind.
After all, this was something that had happened hundreds of years ago. None of the heretical experts present, even those who were ranked on the heretical experts leaderboard, had actually seen a Daolord.
However, there were indeed quite a few legends regarding Daolords.
"I've heard of that as well. I've even seen a portrait of the Dao Lord. He does wear a mask with the word 'Dao' written on it, but no one has ever seen his true appearance," a villainous expert said.
The mask with the character 'Dao'.
Beneath the white wood, there was a single character, 'Dao', written in black ink. The reason why he had been known as' Daolord 'in the past was because of this' Dao 'character mask.
"It's probably just a coincidence. Curator's mask has beast patterns on it," Black Crow said. Black Crow said at this moment. Everyone nodded. After all, although Daolord had a resounding reputation among the villainous experts, he was still a figure from hundreds of years ago. Compared to such a legendary figure, the curator was more realistic.
"Everyone, although Wang Tuzi mentioned a clue earlier, we still don't know if it's true or not. That white ape is Curator's grand-disciple and his whereabouts are unknown. Now that we've received a spirit energy rain from Curator, let's go help him search for clues. If there's any news, let's inform each other immediately," Madam Ghost Child suggested.
At this, the Daluo Temple monks were more than happy to hear this. This way, the villainous experts could disperse. Moreover, their monk, Zhi Yin, should be with White Ape. As long as they found White Ape, they would be able to find Zhi Yin as well.
After the discussion, the group dispersed.
Meanwhile, Lin Jin had already stepped into 'Qi Long Town'.
This was the intersection of three continents. It was a very important place, belonging to an intermediate kingdom. However, this intermediate kingdom wasn't very strong. The walls of this Qi Long Town were also very dilapidated. If it weren't for the fact that merchants would often pass through here, this small town wouldn't even exist.
The soldiers guarding the town were spirited. Although their armor was old, they had a solemn demeanor. Their blades were sharp and their spears gleamed coldly.
Lin Jin was wearing a mask and carrying the six-tailed fox. Forget Goldy, his current appearance was too conspicuous so Lin Jin used a Camouflage Spell to enter the town.
Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see him.
Qi Long Town wasn't huge. It only took a few moments to cross it. If one were to walk through the entire town, an hour was more than enough. If one were to travel on foot like Lin Jin, it would take even less time.
After entering the town, Lin Jin knew that the little white ape Wang Tuzi mentioned was White Ape.
Because Shang'er, who was in his arms, smelled White Ape's lingering demonic energy.
Although it was faint, it was definitely White Ape.
This lifted Lin Jin's spirits. At the same time, he became more vigilant. According to Wang Tuzi, White Ape was being leashed by an old Taoist with a rope around his neck like a dog.
Other than that, Zhi Yin was right behind them.
There were a few possibilities. One was that the old Daoist was skilled enough to subdue White Ape and Zhi Yin and coerced them. Another was that the old Daoist and Zhi Yin were in cahoots and they worked together to kidnap White Ape.
These two possibilities were the most likely to Lin Jin. Either way, the other party was skilled enough to be at least at the level of Daluo Temple's rector.
He had to be careful.
Following the scent, Shang'er led Lin Jin to a tavern in the city.
There weren't many patrons in the tavern so the tables were mostly empty. On one of the tables was a piece of rice paper under a wine glass. Beside it was a brush.
White Ape's aura could be sensed on the paper. Forget Shang'er, even Lin Jin could sense it.
Lin Jin went over to take a look and frowned.
There were a few lines written on the paper.
These words were imbued with magic so ordinary people wouldn't be able to see them. But at Lin Jin's cultivation level, he could see them clearly.
Lin Jin wasn't surprised by the man's skills but the words he left behind.
'A thousand miles to the south, Gu Cong Mountain, a warm cup of tea for an esteemed guest, a message from the Taoist!'
Although it didn't say who it was for, Lin Jin knew it was for him.
Not only were these two lines of words surprising, but there was also a brush beside it. The bristles of the brush were made from White Ape's fur. It was no wonder White Ape's demonic energy lingered on it.
These two lines were written using White Ape's brush.
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