Darkness settled over the vast, mist-shrouded reed beds of Black-Mud Marsh, fifty miles south of Black-Wind Wolf City.
In the original cold-blooded novel, Black-Mud Marsh was Envoy Xue Sha’s personal emergency health-potion bank. Whenever a righteous-sect elder wounded him during the mid-story war, Xue Sha retreated into this hundred-mile swamp and unleashed a single blood-plague wave. In ten minutes, he would slaughter a million wild swamp buffaloes, iron-scale crocodiles, spirit-carp, and giant bullfrogs to refill his HP and XP bar.
At 10:50 PM—with just one hour and ten minutes remaining before his midnight 100,000 XP loan-shark deadline—Envoy Xue Sha crashed through the marsh mist like a starving vulture!
His blood-bone armor was still dented from the yak soup cauldron, and three cactus spines remained stuck in his left ear. Worse yet, the washable black raccoon ink around his eyes had smeared into dark tracks down his hollow cheeks.
“One million wild swamp beasts!” Xue Sha panted, his red eyes glowing maniacally in the dark as he raised his seven-foot serrated greatsword above the black mud. “Even at 0.1 XP per frog and 1 XP per swamp crocodile, one million marsh beasts will give me two hundred thousand XP!
Gu Changsheng can invite demon citizens to eat hotpot, but even he can’t serve hotpot to wild crocodiles and bullfrogs!
