On Deqiao Isle, Wu Yiyu had been living for nearly a month.

Since venturing out to sea, he had drifted and lingered in many places, but ultimately chose to settle on this relatively peaceful and tranquil island.

The near-sea islands possessed their own scenery, and their own desolation.

The small sects like the Jade Toad Sect, limited by their strength, wouldn’t “interfere excessively.” Their control over the islands was far inferior to that of large sects like the Fishing Sea Tower, let alone compared to the military-like Yanggu.

Therefore, it was suitable for concealment.

Leaving the seaside, in an ordinary dwelling, he stowed away his cloak, changed into a hooded robe, carefully erased any traces, and left through the back door.

He traveled through the chaotic alleys, detouring for a long time, confirming that he wasn’t being followed by anyone, before leaving an obscure mark in the corner of a wall.

This was how he contacted the Gate of Hell each time. Relatively speaking, being able to directly meet Judge Officer Wang this time, and Judge Officer Wang also being on Deqiao Isle, was quite a surprise to him.

Perhaps Judge Officer Wang was skilled and courageous, or perhaps, joining the Gate of Hell required a face-to-face meeting with a Yama King.

Quietly leaving the mark, Wu Yiyu turned and left. As he walked into another alley, he had already thrown off the black robe, changed into a drab gray outfit, and put on another cloak.

With a sudden turn, he emerged from the alley.

Circumnavigating two streets, he arrived at a courtyard with its doors tightly shut.

This was his current foothold, already the fifth residence since coming to Deqiao Isle.

He wouldn’t stay in the same place for more than ten days at most.

Because he knew that no matter how careful or meticulous he was, he would inevitably leave unintentional traces.

Because he was clear about how terrifying that group of Azure Plaques from Qi State were.

Even the assassins of the Gate of Hell, who constantly walked on the edge of life and death and specialized in concealment and assassination, couldn’t completely shake off their pursuers. And he was far from having the strength and courage of Yin Guan, who borrowed the power of a divine descent expert to break through.

Sometimes he would think, if he hadn’t been so impulsive back then, he would still be a respected medical cultivator, an elder of the Golden Needle Sect, revered in Zhuhe Prefecture, respected wherever he went. He could walk in the sunlight without fear, without concealing his face, without hiding…

What did he have to fear from the Gate of Hell? Even if the Gate of Hell wanted to kill him, they would have to pay with the lives of several Yama Kings, because of Qi State! Qi State protected its people.

But what about now? If any Yama King had the notion to kill him, it would be like crushing a bug, without causing any commotion, without being noticed by anyone.

If he hadn’t been so consumed by anger back then…

But Wu Yiyu was too much! Just like that old ghost who was already dead, rotten, rigid, and stinky! Did they even put him in their eyes? Did they respect him?

But… there were no “ifs”.

Things had already happened, had already reached this point. Countless times when he woke up in the middle of the night in fright, Wu Yiyu told himself this.

People and things that have passed with time are more unsolvable than incurable diseases, because they are already in the past.

The life of displacement and constant fear wasn’t easy, but fortunately he had accumulated quite a few spirit stones through gray channels before, so that he could still maintain relatively good cultivation resources while hiding.

‘Once I cultivate the Mystic Needles, everything will be fine,’ he thought again.

But being rejected by King Guang of Qin indeed cut off his anticipated escape route—he had thought it was a sure thing. Was he not worthy of a Yama King position in an assassin organization?

The most hateful was still the Golden Needle Sect.

‘Damn it, I’ll have the Gate of Hell kill them all!’ he thought fiercely in his heart.

The Gate of Hell was certainly hateful too, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to let it go.

This courtyard was quite old, he had cautiously gone through three hands before buying it, so it was impossible to trace any clues.

Living in hiding on Deqiao Isle, he wasn’t having a good time.

But at least he was still alive.

Being alive was already better than many people.

He was a medical cultivator, accustomed to life and death, but he couldn’t escape the fear between life and death.

Azure Bellflower, Emerald Fragrant Vine, Autumn Sable White—he had been searching for these three medicinal ingredients for a long time, always searching. He had Azure Bellflower and Autumn Sable White, but only lacked Emerald Fragrant Vine.

That thing was delicate and difficult to keep alive under normal circumstances. Besides paying more attention, there was no other good way.

When he learned that Emerald Fragrant Vine had appeared at the auction in Haimen Isle, he was overjoyed.

But he still didn’t lower his guard.

Even though the auction seemed completely normal, and all the procedures seemed almost without any suspicious points.

He entrusted people to pass through several layers, layer upon layer, before buying the Emerald Fragrant Vine. Throughout the entire process, he had been secretly monitoring in his own way. If any link had a problem, he would immediately give up.

Fortunately, the Emerald Fragrant Vine arrived safely, without any accidents, and no one ambushed him.

After failing to join the Gate of Hell this time, he decided to first pay the Gate of Hell to kill that pair of master and disciple in the Golden Needle Sect, and then immediately change his residence again, and properly cultivate the Calamity Crossing Mystic Needles. Once he succeeded, he would find an opportunity to go to the Southern Domain.

The world was so big that it wasn’t like you couldn’t survive if you broke the law of Qi State.

Xia State was very good. If Xia State didn’t work, he would go to Chu, if Chu State didn’t work, there was Qin. After all, he was also a Peripheral Building Realm cultivator, there would always be somewhere to go.

At this moment, the courtyard was right in front of him. As long as he pushed it gently, he would return to his temporary safe place, where he could put his mind at ease for a while.

But his footsteps stopped.

It shouldn’t be like this…

During the transfer process, the Emerald Fragrant Vine had always been stored in the storage box. In theory, as long as something could be put in, the storage box could isolate all aura. Of course, some objects with special restrictions were excluded.

But medicinal ingredients like Emerald Fragrant Vine obviously didn’t belong to that category.

He also hid in the room and checked for a while after getting the item, and didn’t find any problems.

He shouldn’t have been tracked.

But at this moment, the methods arranged in the residence clearly told him…

Someone had been to the courtyard!

A warning sign suddenly arose in Wu Yiyu’s heart, and he was about to retreat violently.

But almost at the same time, a voice rang out behind him.

“Why don’t you go in?”

It was a young, confident, and assured voice.

Wu Yiyu turned his head abruptly, first seeing a brilliant sword light, then hearing a clear sword hum, and finally seeing the young man with a delicate face and firm eyes.

This scene could be said to have occurred simultaneously, but in his perception, it was already divided into three layers.

In the distant sky, a tiny star flickered.

The power of the Star Tower had crossed some imperceptible distance and descended upon him.

The hazy starlight illuminated his body, giving him tremendous power and courage. He was able to break free from the sword momentum, and with a quick flick of his finger, golden needles shot out, golden light forming lines, crisscrossing back and forth, like weaving a net.

Azure Dragon Sacred Tower, Physician’s Benevolence!

Taking its meaning from “benevolence”, gaining its power from “healing”.