Along the way to the Serpent Deity Village—

“Hm?”

Long Hua and the others spotted a larger group up ahead.

Straining their eyes, they see the other group to be weapon spirits instead of practitioners.

“…?”

Noticing the smaller group that is led by Yang Hai approaching them—

“Oh?”

“What’s up with the way some of those guys are dressed?”

The larger group of weapon spirits stepped forward with a look of confusion on their faces, to which, Shao Tianming states—

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“They’re the locals around here.”

“It’s a long story…”

As Gui Lian, Teng Hao, and Yang Hai begin to converse with the weapon spirits, Long Hua turns away from them, while thinking—

(Hmm, quite a bit of fodder to use. Now then, how should I leave a marker to guide those practitioners forward?)

Looking around, and detecting the scent of blood that is in the air, Long Hua uses his divine senses to look for its source, and—

“…”

Seeing several practitioner corpses lying at the center of the weapon spirits’ group, Long Hua smiles faintly, as a jade slip—plundered from one of the dead practitioners’ storage pouches appears in his right hand.

Holding the jade slip tightly, Long Hua carves a message onto it, and imbues Qing Ming Yang’s marker onto it.

Momentarily—

“Right, let’s go.”

With their conversation concluded, the group begins to move again.

Situating himself at the back, and making sure that no one is watching, Long Hua shrouds the jade slip in sword Qi, and tosses it into the corpse pile.

(The seed has been sown, surnamed Qing and surnamed Lin, don’t keep me waiting.)