Days of heavy rain had left the outskirts of Lingxu City damp and humid, making it easier for the snail toad to traverse.

Their next stop: Bluestone Town in Lingxu City’s southern outskirts. That was where they had set out from tonight, and He Lingchuan had not even checked out of his room yet.

While they traveled underground, He Lingchuan took the mirror from his chest and shone it over all three of them.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking whether any tracking-type divine techniques have been planted on us.” He Lingchuan examined them very carefully. “Our opponents tonight were all far from ordinary, and they have all sorts of methods. It’s better to be cautious.”

He checked three full times. The two men, one spider, and even the bat monster puppet were all clean.

Only then did He Lingchuan let out a breath. He sat down, took out the xun, and said to Zhu Erniang, “How can you keep going for so long?”

Zhu Erniang tucked all eight legs beneath her body and crouched there comfortably. “What do you mean?”

“Last time in Demon Nest Swamp, you wore a smaller molt and fought King Si Wen and Mountain Monarch Bo for a total of six hours. After returning to the spider nest, you immediately shed the molt. From that, it’s clear that you can’t...