The deeper they went into the mountains, the thicker the surrounding mist became.
The white‑clothed mule driver occasionally flicked his whip at the mule leading the way. The mule’s steps were slow but steady.
“So that’s it. The mist in these woods is actually a crude formation, woven together with the surrounding plants to confuse and mislead intruders. If an ordinary person enters and can’t find a way out, they’ll definitely get lost and might even die here.”
Evan Lin looked around at everything, thinking to himself.
A formation like this was the lowest tier in Evan Lin’s eyes, but for ordinary people it seemed far more mysterious.
“See all this mist? Back in the day, Medicine King Valley’s elders and the Valley Master used heaven‑penetrating, earth‑piercing arts, then refined it with a Five‑Elements Eight‑Trigrams Formation. Just this technique alone—unless you have a mule cart to guide you, only a handful of people in all of Seacrest Prefecture could ever get out alive! You’d better sit tight and hold on!”
Terence Liao lifted his head proudly and spoke coldly.
As soon as he said this, everyone else looked shocked.
Queenie Tong’s eyes were full of curiosity as she looked around. When she saw the shadowy woods and plants beyond the white mist, they looked like rows of soldiers guarding their land. She couldn’t help but feel a little more awed.
“Looks like this Medicine King Valley really is something,” Lucy Lu whispered beside Queenie. She’d heard of Medicine King Valley before, but never experienced it firsthand.
Now, surrounded by mountains and formations, she finally felt just how small she was.
“Of course. Medicine King Valley has been famous for centuries—its history runs deep. In Seacrest Prefecture, it’s basically the overlord.” Harvey Liao said proudly.
As he spoke, he glanced at Warren Wu and Evan Lin. When his eyes landed on Evan, he remembered the embarrassing scene just now and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.
Once they got to Medicine King Valley, Terence Liao could just call up a few old friends and teach this kid a lesson—easy.
As they moved forward, crisp bell sounds rang out from within the white mist.
“What’s that sound?”
“Don’t tell me it’s haunted.”
Everyone on the mule cart was startled when they heard it.
After entering the mountains, all they’d heard was the mule pulling the cart. Now, though, the ringing of the bell sounded as if it was right beside their ears.
“There’s someone over there!”
Queenie Tong’s eyes lit up as her thoughts raced.
While she was thinking, Miles Wan had already arrived at the cart, lightly tapped his right foot on the ground, and leapt onto the cart.
He glanced indifferently at the white‑clothed mule driver and nodded. “Let’s go.”
After he finished speaking, the mule driver hurriedly whipped the mule and continued forward.
The Young Valley Lord is one of the few in the Valley not bound by the formations. His Daoist arts are extraordinary—he’s as powerful as the elders, which is why he can walk freely through the misty mountains.
Harvey Liao had heard Terence Liao mention Valley matters before. Seeing the confusion on the others’ faces, he quickly explained.
Miles Wan swept his gaze around, his eyes cold as he looked at each face. When he saw Warren Wu, his brows rose with amusement. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Warren Wu?”
Yes, I’m surprised you still remember,' Warren Wu said, unable to avoid Miles’s gaze, but not daring to meet his eyes directly.
Heh, of course I remember. You stole spirit herbs from our Valley—I haven’t settled that score yet. Now you’ve come back, so the Valley Master can decide your fate.' Miles said coldly, then glanced at Evan Lin but quickly lost interest.
Oh no, don’t tell me we’re that unlucky.' Warren Wu glanced over, instantly anxious, muttering to himself and lowering his head to hide his face, as if terrified of being seen.
In Miles Wan’s eyes, Evan Lin was just an ordinary person. But when he looked at Queenie Tong and Lucy Lu, his eyes flickered with interest.
Greetings, Young Valley Lord!
Queenie Tong saw Miles Wan look at her, straightened up, and gave a respectful smile.
Young Valley Lord, I brought these two ladies to the Valley to seek spirit medicine for her sister,' Terence Liao quickly explained.
Miles Wan gave Terence Liao a deep look, then nodded at Queenie. “Don’t worry. As long as you can pay, spirit medicine is negotiable.”
Miles Wan’s eyes flashed with meaning.
Medicine is available, but the price is two Human Cauldrons. Trading two Human Cauldrons for spirit medicine is a fair deal.
As the Young Valley Lord was pondering, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable gaze behind him. He turned to see a calm-faced youth sitting there.
What are you looking at?' Miles Wan frowned, clearly displeased.
Recently, Medicine King Valley has had all sorts of trouble. That suddenly emerged Lin Jiuxuan already cost the Valley several elders and severely wounded its strength.
Just days ago, Elder Huo was sent to Bai Nan County to retrieve an ancient jade. The trip should’ve been easy, but he vanished without a trace. Miles Wan left the Valley to search for Elder Huo, but there’s no sign of him—dead or alive. It’s truly strange.
Now, feeling the indifferent gaze of the youth behind him—so different from the awe or fear of others—Miles Wan became even more displeased.
His gaze grew cold, his black clothes adding to the heavy atmosphere as he looked down at Evan Lin.
After he finished speaking, the mule driver hurriedly whipped the mule and continued forward.
The Young Valley Lord is one of the few in the Valley not bound by the formations. His Daoist arts are extraordinary—he’s as powerful as the elders, which is why he can walk freely through the misty mountains.
Harvey Liao had heard Terence Liao mention Valley matters before. Seeing the confusion on the others’ faces, he quickly explained.
Miles Wan swept his gaze around, his eyes cold as he looked at each face. When he saw Warren Wu, his brows rose with amusement. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Warren Wu?”
Yes, I’m surprised you still remember,' Warren Wu said, unable to avoid Miles’s gaze, but not daring to meet his eyes directly.
Heh, of course I remember. You stole spirit herbs from our Valley—I haven’t settled that score yet. Now you’ve come back, so the Valley Master can decide your fate.' Miles said coldly, then glanced at Evan Lin but quickly lost interest.
In Miles Wan’s eyes, Evan Lin was just an ordinary person. But when he looked at Queenie Tong and Lucy Lu, his eyes flickered with interest.
Greetings, Young Valley Lord!
Queenie Tong saw Miles Wan look at her, straightened up, and gave a respectful smile.
Young Valley Lord, I brought these two ladies to the Valley to seek spirit medicine for her sister,' Terence Liao quickly explained.
Miles Wan gave Terence Liao a deep look, then nodded at Queenie. “Don’t worry. As long as you can pay, spirit medicine is negotiable.”
Miles Wan’s eyes flashed with meaning.
Medicine is available, but the price is two Human Cauldrons. Trading two Human Cauldrons for spirit medicine is a fair deal.
As the Young Valley Lord was pondering, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable gaze behind him. He turned to see a calm-faced youth sitting there.
What are you looking at?' Miles Wan frowned, clearly displeased.
Recently, Medicine King Valley has had all sorts of trouble. That suddenly emerged Lin Jiuxuan already cost the Valley several elders and severely wounded its strength.
Just days ago, Elder Huo was sent to Bai Nan County to retrieve an ancient jade. The trip should’ve been easy, but he vanished without a trace. Miles Wan left the Valley to search for Elder Huo, but there’s no sign of him—dead or alive. It’s truly strange.
Now, feeling the indifferent gaze of the youth behind him—so different from the awe or fear of others—Miles Wan became even more displeased.
His gaze grew cold, his black clothes adding to the heavy atmosphere as he looked down at Evan Lin.