"Little one, what is this place?" Chu Feng asked.
"This is Poison Demon Valley," the little boy replied.
"Poison Demon Valley?" Hearing those words, Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "The Poison Demon you're talking about — could it be Poison Wanwu?"
"That's right, how did you know?" The little boy looked at Chu Feng with equal surprise.
"Is this truly where the Poison Demon Poison Wanwu secluded himself over fifteen thousand years ago?" Chu Feng asked, still stunned.
"Wow, you actually know all that! Looks like we're pretty famous here in the Martial Saint Continent." Seeing Chu Feng's astonished expression, the little boy broke into a smug grin.
"So is the Poison Demon Poison Wanwu still alive?" Once confirmed, Chu Feng was truly shocked. First, he hadn't expected the monk's words to be true — that Poison Demon Poison Wanwu actually existed and had really gone into seclusion.
What surprised Chu Feng the most was that he had stumbled, quite by accident, into the very place where Poison Demon Poison Wanwu had secluded himself.
"Are you stupid? It's been fifteen thousand years — how could he possibly still be alive? He's long dead." The little boy looked at Chu Feng with undisguised contempt.
"Then who are you to him?" Chu Feng asked. But looking at the people and their wretched living conditions, he quickly figured it out and said, "I see — you're the descendants of villagers from Wanwu's home."
"You even know that? Our fame really is something else, huh." The little boy stared at Chu Feng with wonder, his smugness growing even more pronounced.
Chu Feng thought to himself that this kid had some nerve — he only knew about this place by pure coincidence. Not many people on the Martial Saint Continent had ever heard of them. What was there to be so proud about?
"Cough, cough, cough…"
"Goudan, enough chattering! If you don't get over here and take care of me, your old man is going to die. Bring me the medicine — now!"
Suddenly, a fit of violent coughing rang out. Only then did Chu Feng notice a bed in the corner of the wooden hut where a middle-aged man lay. His entire body was purple, and he was coughing while spitting up blood.
The blood was not only black but kept bubbling, with worm-like things wriggling inside it — a truly revolting sight.
"Coming, coming!" At his father's words, the little boy rushed over, pulled a wad of black substance from his pants pocket, and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth. After the black thing went down, the man's condition improved noticeably, though the purple discoloration on his body remained unchanged.
"He's been poisoned," Chu Feng said.
"Wow, how could you tell?" Goudan exclaimed in surprise.
"Look at the state of me — even an idiot could see I'm poisoned. Tch…" The middle-aged man let out a cold laugh at Chu Feng's words and even shot him a contemptuous glance.
"I have a question. Was it you people who brought me back here?"
"My father picked you up. Uh… no, my father carried you back," Goudan said.
"After you brought me here, did you try any methods to treat me?"
"Treat my ass — I'm half dead myself, how could I possibly treat you?" The middle-aged man glanced at Chu Feng again and said, "You're incredibly lucky. You actually haven't died yet."
"But I know this — nobody can withstand the poison inside the Poison Formation. Even the Poison Demon's own descendants can't handle it, let alone you. You won't last long."
"Heh heh, don't pay attention to my father. He's all sharp tongue but soft heart. When the poison flares up, his words come out even nastier."
"But if he hadn't carried you back, you'd still be lying out in the wilderness. More than likely, some Fierce Beast would've eaten you by now," Goudan said with a grin.
In truth, Chu Feng didn't take Goudan's father's words to heart.