The Senhai Source Realm is gloomy even in the daytime, and the night is particularly dark.

In the pitch-black night, the red glow of the Divine Dragon Incense stood out.

In the darkness, Su Qiyun’s voice rang out: “Wasn’t the Nightowl already dead? Why do we still need to light Divine Dragon Incense?”

Jiang Wang placed Qing Qishu on the ground, and a flame flower bloomed from the tip of his index finger, floating gently in the air.

The flame flower brought light, illuminating Su Qiyun’s and Wu Quji’s faces, making them appear alternately bright and dim.

“The Nightowl is dead, but the ‘Night Intrusion’ may not have disappeared,” Jiang Wang said.

According to the information collected by Su Qiyun, the Nightowl was closely related to the ‘Night Intrusion’, and it was even very likely that the Nightowl created the ‘Night Intrusion’.

But the problem is, where did Su Qiyun get the information from?

From the Senhai Holy Clan’s library.

In other words, if you think about it darkly, if the Senhai Holy Clan wants her to find something, she can only find that thing.

As for the truth… who knows?

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Su Qiyun was clearly unable to accept it.

She had finally found the culprit of the ‘Night Intrusion’, came to the Hanging Skull Forest, and desperately avenged Xiaoyu.

Now Jiang Wang said that even though the Nightowl is dead, the ‘Night Intrusion’ may not have disappeared.

Doesn’t this mean that everything she did was useless?

Jiang Wang was about to explain, but Wu Quji suddenly interrupted them.

“Did you guys notice just now…” His voice was a little doubtful: “The Nightowl’s nest seems to be gone?”

The flame flower Jiang Wang released just now was small, only illuminating the area close to the three of them.

Hearing Wu Quji say this, the flame flower suddenly grew larger, hovering in mid-air, illuminating the open space in front of the wooden house clearly.

The flame flower Dao technique was already second nature to Jiang Wang.

At this moment, they could clearly see that the Nightowl’s nest, where it used to perch under the eaves of the wooden house, had indeed disappeared!

Jiang Wang was in a hurry to light the Divine Dragon Incense just now and didn’t notice this. Su Qiyun’s mind was also focused on why Jiang Wang had returned, but Wu Quji observed more carefully.

“What’s going on? Isn’t the Nightowl dead? Or has it been resurrected?” Su Qiyun frowned tightly.

“No, it’s already dead. And it hasn’t been resurrected.”

Jiang Wang examined his storage box and said, “My Nightowl Beak is still here. According to records, if the Nightowl is resurrected, its previous ‘corpse’ will also disappear.”

Su Qiyun vigilantly observed her surroundings: “Then who can explain why the Nightowl’s nest disappeared? Was there anyone else here besides us just now?”

“I can’t explain it now, I’m just as confused as you are,” Jiang Wang said, putting down his doubts and stepping towards the wooden house: “Since we’re back, let’s go inside and take a look.”

In the depths of the Hanging Skull Forest stood a wooden house, and the Nightowl perched under the eaves of the wooden house.

Just like swallows in front of ordinary people’s houses.

Today, darkness descended early, the Nightowl died, and the Nightowl’s nest suddenly disappeared.

This inevitably made people uneasy.

The unknown is the greatest terror.

Neither Wu Quji nor Su Qiyun were people who had never experienced terror, but at this moment, they couldn’t help but follow behind Jiang Wang, unwilling to stay outside alone.

A flame flower was always floating in front, like a lantern.

The first place they entered was the main room. The layout was what they had already seen outside during the day: a long bench, a wooden table, simple and plain.

There were no changes after entering.

There was a room on the left and right, separated by curtains.

Jiang Wang raised his sword and peeked into each room. One was the kitchen, with a stove and firewood, and the other was the bedroom, with a wooden bed.

There was nothing else.

A very ordinary and very unremarkable wooden house.

Perhaps the only unusual thing was that it appeared in the Hanging Skull Forest.

Jiang Wang didn’t say anything and sat down on the long bench in the main room.

The flame flower hung above the wooden table, like a chandelier.

Wu Quji sat opposite him: “Your Dao technique is quite convenient. If everyone was like you, the Suspended Bright Lanterns wouldn’t sell.”

The two of them were sitting on either side of the wooden table, while Su Qiyun went around and chose to sit in the position opposite the front door, obviously unwilling to have her back to the night outside.

The reason why the flame flower could act as a lantern was because of its superb stability.

It’s not to say that one can arbitrarily control primordial energy and gather a ball of fire – that can indeed provide light, but the constant loss of primordial energy will definitely make the caster suffer unspeakably.

Su Qiyun glanced at him and said, “The unique Dao technique of Zuo Guanglie of Great Chu is much more valuable than the Suspended Bright Lanterns.”

Wu Quji casually brought up a topic to ease his anxiety, and she cooperated with him.

“Ah,” Wu Quji said in a muffled voice, “I don’t know him.”

Zuo Guanglie was indeed a generation of prodigies, but not everyone had heard of him. Especially someone from a small sect like Golden Needle Sect, the forces within Qi alone were enough to give him a headache.

He directly asked Jiang Wang: “Aren’t you a fief-holding baron of our Qi? How are you related to Chu?”

“It’s just a Dao technique, it’s not a relationship. And the Flame Flower has already been deciphered by many people.”

Jiang Wang didn’t want to talk about this topic too much, and changed the subject: “The nights in the Senhai Source Realm are very dangerous. Instead of venturing out into the unknown, it’s better to stay here. If anything happens, we’ll observe tomorrow when it’s light.”

Jiang Wang thought very clearly.

The biggest danger in the Hanging Skull Forest was undoubtedly the Nightowl. Now that the Nightowl is thoroughly dead, this place is actually safer compared to other places in the Senhai Source Realm.

The mysterious disappearance of the Nightowl’s nest is certainly a noteworthy thing, but it is not wise to pursue clues on such a night.

Jiang Wang chose to wait and see, patiently staying in the wooden house for a night, and acting after dawn, which was a prudent and cautious choice.

He had even started preparing to cultivate.

Wu Quji didn’t care one way or the other, using a golden needle to insert and pull it out on the wooden table, seemingly experimenting with something.

Su Qiyun looked at him and said, “Daoist Jiang, you said earlier that the Nightowl is dead, but the ‘Night Intrusion’ may not have disappeared. What do you mean by that?”

Jiang Wang knew that she would definitely not let it go without satisfying her question. He thought for a while and said, “The old priestess told me a story. She said that this story cannot be heard by other members of the Holy Clan. Now that Qishu is dead, I can tell you about it.”

He carefully chose his words and told them about the “Predecessor Descendant” the monk Guan Yan.

“I never thought that there would be such a remarkable man in Buddhism,” Su Qiyun was obviously moved by the story and sighed, “So the ‘Mutual Hunting’ tradition of the Senhai Holy Clan came about like this. It is indeed regrettable. No wonder Qing Qishu he…”

Wu Quji’s perspective was different: “The sect gave him so many resources to cultivate, to become extraordinary, but when he became accomplished in cultivation, he lingered for a woman in a foreign land. How can he be worthy of the sect he came from? How can he be worthy of the resources he consumed?”

Their different backgrounds determined their different perspectives on the issue. These are all aspects of the world, and sometimes it’s hard to say who’s right and who’s wrong.

Jiang Wang pondered his own observations, and on the surface he talked about the reason why he told this story: “From the story told by the Holy Clan priestess, combined with their history, we can know that around eight hundred years ago, the Nightowl appeared, and the ‘Head Offering’ happened in the Land of Divine Shade. After that, more than five hundred years ago, under the leadership of Guan Yan, it evolved into the ‘Mutual Hunting’ tradition.”

“Have you ever thought about what happened during the nearly three hundred years in between?” Jiang Wang asked.