These three pills were very small, no bigger than a small fingernail.
They were white, gray, and blue respectively.
"Master, these are the forbidden pills that Jiang Yuantai consumed, aren't they?"
Chu Feng could tell at a glance that these were forbidden pills, but they were no ordinary forbidden pills.
"Remarkable forbidden pills. These must be them."
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, your Master truly is well-informed."
After confirming just how potent these three pills were, Dao Sea Fairy Maiden and Wish-God Granny looked at the old Daoist once more, beginning to see him in a different light.
They were both proud people who had originally not thought much of the old Daoist at all.
The respect they had shown was only because he was Chu Feng's master.
But now they realized that the old Daoist was genuinely well-versed in many matters.
For all his casual tone, what he knew was not common knowledge. This could be called a secret—a secret of the Alchemy Dao Immortal Sect.
The fact that he knew these secrets already spoke to his extraordinary nature.
"Senior, release the soundproof barrier and let me speak with Sima Xiangtu. I want to go out and fight that Jiang Yuantai again."
Chu Feng said to Wish-God Granny.
"It's useless. Even if you could defeat him, he wouldn't let us go."
The old Daoist said.
"Master, I want to try again."
"Even if hope is slim, it's still worth fighting for."
Chu Feng knew that even if he won, the other party might not necessarily let them go.
But this was the only opportunity Chu Feng could think of right now.
"Rather than fighting pointlessly, you'd be better off finding a way to escape. If you can find help, come back and save us."
"If you can't find help, then don't come back."
The old Daoist said to Chu Feng.
"Help?"
"If I absolutely must seek it, I can only ask the Sacred Valley or the Wolong Martial Sect for aid." Chu Feng said.
"Wolong Martial Sect?"
"When did you develop a connection with the Wolong Martial Sect?"
"You got in successfully?"
"But I don't think I've told you the location of that formation yet."
Hearing this, the old Daoist looked at Chu Feng with some surprise.
"Master, what are you talking about?"
"Didn't you have your friend deliver that letter to me—the one with the location of the Wolong Martial Sect?" Chu Feng asked.
"My friend? Which friend of mine?"
The old Daoist asked.
"Zhang Yingxiong's Master."
Chu Feng said.
"Who is Zhang Yingxiong?"
The old Daoist asked.
"Master, don't you recognize them?"
Chu Feng's expression changed drastically. He had already realized something.
"I don't recognize them, and I have never written you any letter."
The old Daoist said.
"How can this be?"
"Was it them helping me?"
"But why would they help me?"
Chu Feng fell into deep thought. He believed the old Daoist wouldn't lie to him. If he said he didn't write it, then he didn't write it.
That meant it was Zhang Yingxiong's Master who had told Chu Feng the location of the Wolong Martial Sect's formation, as well as the method to break through it.
But they had no kinship, no prior connection—why would they help Chu Feng?
"It seems someone used my name to help you enter the Wolong Martial Sect?"
The old Daoist also came to realize this.
"It seems that way. I just don't know why they would help me." Chu Feng said.
"Whether you meet them again or not, you'll find out the answer eventually."
"But you need to survive first."
"The Wolong Martial Sect's strength is quite formidable. If you can get them to come help, perhaps they can really resolve our current predicament."
"But Chu Feng, do you have enough pull? Would they actually help?" the old Daoist asked Chu Feng.
"I don't know. But Master, we're all trapped here—even if I wanted to try, there's no chance."