Tang Chuanwu resented himself for being too young to cultivate; otherwise, he wouldn’t be this helpless before cultivators, with little understanding of their methods. All he could do was keep training in martial arts to become stronger.0

Three months ago, he had gone out of the city to gather herbs. Due to how far it was, a round trip would take a full day, so medicine shop apprentices usually stayed at the harvesting site for two to three days. Tang Chuanwu was no exception.0

He had found an oasis to rest. The first day passed without incident, but late into the second night, someone stumbled into the oasis. That person was badly wounded and bleeding profusely. Even in death, the person still clutched a wooden box tightly, staring at Tang Chuanwu with wary eyes.0

Sensing major trouble, Tang Chuanwu decided to leave, despite the dangers of traveling at night.0

But before he could depart, black-robed figures bearing the emblem of a pink skeleton surrounded...0