3548 The Plan “Such a heavy aura of Yin energy,” Feng Jiu observed as she looked around. The Yin energy scattered away from them, quickly moving away into the distance. “This place must be rarely visited,” Xuanyuan Mo Ze remarked. After a casual look around, he withdrew his gaze. As a result of the Divine King’s Strong Exponent’s pressure, the yin energy did not dare approach them and could only scatter. After releasing her divine senses for a distance and then retracting them, Feng Jiu said, “Let’s go up!” “Mm, ” Xuanyuan Mo Ze replied, taking her with him upwards. On top of the mountain, Song Yiping paced anxiously, frequently looking down. When he finally saw their figures ascending, a look of joy appeared in his eyes. “Master Ling, Madam Ling!” Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu arrived at the top and sat down on a rock. Feng Jiu said, “We found a cave down below. Listen, tonight we’ll do it this way…” After giving him a general idea of what they were going to do that night, Feng Jiu took a pill out of her space and said, “Eat this.” Song Yiping swallowed the pill without a word and then he followed Xuanyuan Mo Ze as he led them past the poisonous fog and into the forest below. Feng Jiu followed behind and instructed him, “Prepare some food and tree branches before it gets dark. Wait for us in that cave.” As Feng Jiu spoke, she observed the surroundings. Song Yiping was taken aback when he arrived at the location. He’d heard that this location had a heavy aura of yin energy and was filled with poisonous fog, making even fierce beasts rare. However, when he got here, why did he have the impression that things were different from the rumours? However, he had no idea that the reason it felt different was that Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu were walking in the middle, causing the yin energy to automatically disperse and avoid coming near them. Because of their presence, he managed to gather what they needed before it got dark and returned to the cave halfway up the mountain. Song Yiping lit a small fire, and then he heard Feng Jiu’s voice from the side. “Set up a stand; I have a pot here. We can make some snake soup,” Feng Jiu said, taking a large pot and a previously hunted spirit snake from her storage space for him to handle. When Song Yiping saw the spirit snake, he nodded and said, “Alright.” He’d only been with them for a day, but he’d grown accustomed to their surprises. The sight of the huge spirit snake did not frighten him; it was likely something they had hunted earlier, which seemed normal considering their strength. As night fell, people carrying torches began to make their way to the mountaintop. The torches flickered like the ghostly will-o’-the-wisp in the dark… Xuanyuan Mo Ze was cultivating cross-legged inside the cave. Song Yiping was guarding the fire and the pot of snake soup, occasionally looking out, but he couldn’t see anything. Feng Jiu was watching the people who were making their way up the mountain one after another. The flickering torches, the sounds of disordered footsteps, and voices turned the originally quiet and desolate mountaintop into a bustling scene. While she was hiding in the dark, she noticed that several men had set up a cross at the top of the hill, right on the edge of the cliff. After the cross was set up, two guards carried out a woman in white, who had been lying on a simple stretcher.