With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

The sound of the man urinating could be heard.

"Don't look." Bei Chenyan pulled Nangong Wu back behind the big tree, not allowing her to look. "You wait here first, I'll go get the person."

"Go quickly." Nangong Wu looked at him speechlessly.

Bei Chenyan slipped out and circled around to the back of that person.

The man, still half-asleep, yawned as he pulled up his pants.

Bei Chenyan held his breath and stood behind the man, only making his move after seeing him pull up his pants.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Nangong Wu came out from behind the big tree and took the person into a small dark room in her space.

This person was rendered speechless and paralyzed by Bei Chenyan's acupoints, unable to move or speak. Upon seeing the two people who suddenly appeared and the changing environment around him, his drowsiness vanished instantly, and his eyes were filled with terror.

Bei Chenyan tapped his body twice with his fingers, releasing his pressure points.

As soon as he could speak, he shouted, "You are not from Changyang Temple! What do you want?"

"What do we want to do?" Nangong Wu sneered. "Shouldn't you be worried about your own life first?"

"My master is Yun Muzi. If you dare to do anything to me, my master, and even the entire Changyang Temple, will not let you off!" Although the disciple spoke threatening words, his eyes were full of fear.

"Tell me! Where does Zhou Shaorong live?" Nangong Wu asked.

"Zhou Shaorong? So you're looking for that person?" The disciple's eyes flickered.

Nangong Wu and Beichen Yan exchanged a glance.

Listening to this person's words, Zhou Shaorong was indeed in this Changyang Temple.

"Tell me quickly, where does Zhou Shaorong live?"

The disciple visibly relaxed upon hearing that they were only looking for Zhou Shaorong. "What do you want with that person?"

"Stop talking nonsense and tell him where he lives!" Nangong Wu pulled out a dagger, toying with it in her hand. "If you don't tell me, I'll cut off one of your ears first."

"Do you have a grudge against Zhou Shaorong?" the disciple asked.

Nangong Wu's eyes turned cold. She grabbed his ear as if to cut it off. "I'll count to three. If you don't say it now, your ear will be fed to the dogs."

"Don't cut me, I'll talk..." Seeing that she was about to get serious, the disciple quickly begged for mercy, "I can take you to Zhou Shaorong, but please don't let my master or the people in the temple know."

"Okay, we'll release you as soon as we find you." Nangong Wu took out a small bottle, uncapped it, and poured out a pill.

"I'll do it." Bei Chenyan took the pill, grabbed the disciple's chin, forced him to open his mouth, and threw the pill into his mouth before letting go.

"Cough cough cough..." The disciple coughed a few times, his face full of terror. "What did you feed me?"

"The Three-Day Intestinal-Severing Pill." Nangong Wu gave him a chilling smile:

"You'd better lead us to Zhou Shaorong obediently, otherwise! If you dare to fool us, you'll die of intestinal rot in three days if there's no antidote."

Actually, what she had in that bottle was just ordinary pills, specifically used to scare people.

The disciple was indeed frightened. "I said... I know where Zhou Shaorong lives? I'll take you there right now. I won't lie to you."

"To tell you the truth, Zhou Shaorong, relying on the abbot's favor, has disregarded us disciples for the past few years. We've long dared not speak out against him, and now that someone has come to deal with him, we're more than happy to oblige."

"You make it sound so real. Tell me, what is the relationship between Zhou Shaorong and Ling Yangzi?" Nangong Wu asked.

"I heard from my master that he was the last disciple that the abbot took in more than four years ago. When he first came, he was sickly and rarely went out. He only got better a year ago. The abbot doted on him like the apple of his eye."

"Zhou Shaorong takes this advantage and doesn't respect us non-direct disciples at all. He always speaks in a sarcastic tone. If anyone dares to be disrespectful to him in the slightest, he will complain to the abbot, and then everyone will be punished. We all hate him to death..." The disciple told them about Zhou Shaorong's general situation.

"We'll trust you this once. Once you help us find Zhou Shaorong, I'll give you the antidote and let you go," Nangong Wu said.

"Zhou Shaorong lives in Lianfeng Hall. I'll take you to him now." The disciple kept blinking.

"Let's go out." Nangong Wu nodded to Bei Chenyan and sent him out of the space again.

Bei Chenyan pressed his finger on the disciple's pressure points and said in a low voice, "You'd better not try anything funny, or you won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

As soon as the disciple was able to move, he immediately got up, looked at the familiar surroundings, and stared at them in shock.

"So you're also from the Xuanmen sect?"

The place they just went into was definitely not Changyang Temple. Those two must have used magic; it was an illusion used to deceive people.

"Stop talking nonsense and take us there quickly." Nangong Wu was getting impatient.

"Who's talking there?!" a voice suddenly rang out.

Nangong Wu took Bei Chenyan's hand and flashed into the space.

Just as they disappeared, a figure came running down the rooftops and landed in front of the disciple.

The disciple's expression changed. He glanced back and saw that they had hidden themselves, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Ji, what are you doing here?" The newcomer looked him up and down.

"Senior Brother Gan, what brings you here?" The disciple tried to appear calm.

"I heard someone talking, so I came to check. What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" the person asked him.

"I woke up because I needed to pee, so I came out to relieve myself. I was the only one talking just now," the disciple said.

"You're talking to yourself?" The newcomer seemed somewhat disbelieving, looking around with a suspicious gaze.

"Senior Brother Gan, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to sleep." The disciple said, pretending to leave.

The visitor warned him, "The martial arts tournament is in two days. Many people from other regions have come. The abbot has ordered that no one should go out at night. You should stay home and not wander around at night if you have nothing to do."

"Yes, yes! I understand." The disciple nodded repeatedly.

The person looked around again, and seeing nothing unusual, flew onto the roof and left.

The disciple watched his figure disappear and breathed a sigh of relief.

They turned back to look for the person, but "they're gone..."

He was startled to see Nangong Wu and Beichen Yan suddenly standing behind him. "Your magic is amazing!"

"If we don't leave soon, someone else will come." Bei Chenyan lowered his voice.

"I'll take you there now, but as you just heard, no one is allowed to wander around the temple at night, so we'll have to sneak over," the disciple said.

Bei Chenyan and Nangong Wu nodded to him.

The disciple walked cautiously ahead, as if he knew where people were guarding, and he hid and avoided those places.

After walking around for a while, the disciple finally stopped and pointed to a large hall in front of him, "That's the Lotus Peak Hall. Zhou Shaorong lives in there."