Jun Changxiao had been poisoned.

However, the purple-black palm gradually returned to normal, as if dissolved by some kind of power.

What kind of power?

The Antidote Pill’s detoxifying power.

After entering Demon Ridge Valley and seeing the black stream water, Jun Changxiao, fearing there might be poisonous miasma in the mountain forest, very cautiously took one first.

There was no miasma, but he ended up being ambushed by someone else. Thus the Antidote Pill’s effects manifested.

Very strong.

The toxin had just barely spread before being directly dissolved.

So Jun Changxiao’s display of pain, as well as collapsing on the ground, was nothing but an act.

Truly despicable.

The restrained black-robed person stared wide-eyed, his gaze full of disbelief.

The toxin smeared on the hidden weapon was extremely strong. Even if a Wuwang was contaminated, they couldn’t possibly dissolve it. How could he not be poisoned?

“Kid!”

Jun Changxiao pulled him over, directly sealing his qi meridians, smiling: “The diagram on the ground should be your doing, right?”

The black-robed man didn’t speak.

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao directly threw him to the ground, raising his fist: “When this seat asks questions, you must answer!”

Boom!

Boom!

After a frenzied barrage, the black-robed man was thoroughly abused beyond recognition, but from start to finish never made a sound. He seemed to be quite a resilient young fellow.

“Still won’t talk?”

Jun Changxiao raised his fist again.

Bang—

Jun Changxiao punched over, directly knocking him unconscious.

“Master.”

Little Dragon jumped over from the distance: “Let me burn him to ashes!”

Jun Changxiao said: “This kid definitely has secrets.”

Saying this, he took the black-robed man’s spatial ring, forcibly breaking the imprint the other had left with his spiritual sense and integrating into it.

This was an ordinary spatial ring with limited space capacity, but it held many historical records and manuals.

“Evil sect mental cultivation method?”

Jun Changxiao randomly took one out, glanced through a few pages and said: “Seems a bit different. Could it be a demonic sect mental cultivation method?”

He successively browsed through the historical records, discovering that the content recorded inside was all related to the demonic sect, so he confirmed: “This kid is definitely a demonic cultivator.”

“Why would he arrange this strange diagram here?”

“What did he mean by ‘sacrifice’ just now?”

Jun Changxiao felt things were a bit chaotic. The only one who could provide explanations was the black-robed person.

However.

He seemed quite principled.

Relying on violence might not make him confess.

“Got it.”

Jun Changxiao opened the purchased items mall, selected the ‘Recruitment Order,’ and spent 200 contribution points to buy it.

This item was refreshed together with the Ceasefire Token. The latter could only be purchased once, while the Recruitment Order could be purchased once every three months, but there was a limit—it could only be bought five times total.

“Kid.”

Jun Changxiao shrugged his shoulders, laughing eerily: “I’d like to see just how principled you are.”

……

“Head… hurts so much…”

The black-robed man awoke from unconsciousness. Pain instantly spread from his entire body, directly assaulting his consciousness sea. His face immediately became fierce.

He wanted to move, but discovered his whole body was bound by vines and couldn’t shift even a fraction.

“Awake?”

Jun Changxiao sat on a nearby rock, one leg propped up. Because his hairstyle remained perpetually undisturbed, combined with being handsome, he’d reached new heights of handsomeness.

The black-robed man said angrily: “Kill or flay as you wish, why torture me!”

Jun Changxiao jumped down, crouched in front of him, and said: “As long as you honestly answer this seat’s questions, there’s still hope of survival.”

“I know nothing and will say nothing!”

The black-robed man’s tone was firm, displaying a look of “kill or flay as you wish.”

Very principled.

Jun Changxiao shook his head, holding up the Recruitment Order: “Submit.”

Submit?

The black-robed man sneered coldly.

Was this guy testing his resolve? Thinking a simple phrase would make him yield?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a white radiance flew from the token, directly entering the black-robed man’s brow. The voice “Submit, submit” echoed in his ears, and a power that could not be defied forcibly occupied his consciousness sea!

At that moment, the black-robed man felt his soul being forcibly stripped away. Though his thinking still existed, his entire body seemed beyond his control, struggling to say: “Servant Mo Shang greets Master!”

What’s happening!

Why can’t I control myself!

Jun Changxiao sat on the rock: “You’re a demonic cultivator?”

Mo Shang said: “Reporting to Master, I am half a demonic cultivator.”

Half?

Jun Changxiao said: “Explain.”

Under the control of the recruitment power, although Mo Shang didn’t want to speak, he could only give a full account.

This person was originally a very ordinary martial cultivator who was never willing to cultivate step by step, always thinking about how to break through his cultivation fastest.

Simply put.

He normally liked daydreaming.

Later Mo Shang heard about evil cultivators and resolutely embarked on a path of no return.

His luck was also pretty good.

He was valued by a ninth-rate evil sect and taken in as a disciple.

As a result, just half a year after joining, the sect had a conflict with other forces and met the fate of complete annihilation.

Mo Shang fortunately survived, then turned to join another evil sect. Before he could settle down, the sect was destroyed due to irresistible forces.

In three years, he sought refuge here and there. As a result, not one evil sect could last long—either destroyed by enemies or dissolved.

“You’re actually a disaster star.” Jun Changxiao said.

Mo Shang said: “In the last evil sect, I accidentally discovered an iron plate with considerable historical age. Through research, I discovered it hid a great secret!”

Jun Changxiao listened quietly.

Mo Shang paused, then said: “It turned out that the strange symbols recorded on the iron plate were actually a type of demonic sect script, and also a special formula. Then I began trying to cultivate it.”

“Succeeded?”

“Succeeded halfway.”

“How did you end up here, arranging this special diagram?”

This question was very important. Mo Shang desperately didn’t want to answer, but completely couldn’t control his mouth, blurting everything out.

He had investigated the script on the iron plate from many sources and deciphered it. It recorded something very important.

Ten thousand years ago, when Demon Ridge Valley was besieged by ten major third-rate sects, the Valley Master knew his doom was inevitable. He united with all disciples, using essence blood as the catalyst, executing the demonic sect’s supreme secret technique to forcibly open a space and seal all the demonic sect’s techniques and treasures within.

“The diagram you arranged is to open the seal?” Jun Changxiao said.

“Yes.” Mo Shang said.

“Can it be opened?”

Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up.

The demonic sect from ten thousand years ago required ten major third-rate sects to besiege it—their strength was definitely formidable. If the sealed space could be opened, the treasures and martial techniques inside would certainly be numerous beyond counting!

Mo Shang shook his head: “I’ve tried many times but haven’t succeeded. I speculate that it might require essence blood as the catalyst to open the seal.”

“Take out the iron plate.” Jun Changxiao said.

Mo Shang’s face became fierce, as if struggling against the recruitment power. As a result, he still failed, taking out the iron plate with considerable age from the most hidden place.

After handing it over, Jun Changxiao’s spiritual sense could clearly capture his presence, and he suddenly understood: “So this thing also has the function of blocking spiritual sense detection. No wonder I didn’t discover you earlier.”

Spiritual sense?

Mo Shang’s face changed, saying in shock: “Master is a Wuwang?!”