Chapter 2190 - 1186: Jian King City_5

Initially, before crossing the river, someone introduced to him the idea that Medicine Men were stationed across the river, making it inconvenient for high-level apostles to cross.

"Medicine Men are unique to the land of Myanmar and Thailand, created using herbs combined with secret techniques to transform apostles into monsters."

"These monsters have no attack power, but their perception ability is infinitely magnified. They can perceive the aura of high-level apostles from a great distance, as well as the spiritual power fluctuations caused by the use of the Resentful Eye," Tai Wenqin explained.

Yang Xiao was slightly taken aback and blurted out, "Isn’t that just like a human radar?"

"Yes, pretty much. The more successful the transformation, the more accurate the detection range and precision, except..."

"Except for what?" Seeing Tai Wenqin hesitating, Yang Xiao pressed further.

"It’s just that the state of these Medicine Men is very unstable. I’ve heard they are immersed in a wooden barrel filled with black medicinal liquid, living in it for their entire lives."

"To maximize their abilities, their eyes are gouged out, and their limbs are severed."

"The stronger the pain, the more their potential is stimulated, but this also leads to very short lifespans for these Medicine Men, generally just a few months."

"If overused, their lifespan is significantly reduced, but this is not a major issue for the users, as it can be redone if they are gone."

"You know, in the land of Myanmar and Thailand, everything is in short supply except for people," Tai Wenqin explained to Yang Xiao in detail.

After hearing Tai Wenqin’s explanation, Yang Xiao completely abandoned the idea of sneaking into the town, as he had never encountered Medicine Men and was unsure how strong their perception truly was.

However, after hearing about the creation of Medicine Men, Yang Xiao felt waves of disgust in his heart. The land of Myanmar and Thailand truly produces such strange and bizarre things, they have developed "people" to the extreme, both live and dead.

No wonder Second Demon Uncle once commented that, among so many forces in the world, when it comes to sinister and eerie methods, the Yin Temple entrenched in Myanmar and Thailand is undoubtedly number one.

"Let’s go this way, detour around." The guide lowered his voice and then turned around, leading the way.

Due to choosing a detour, Yang Xiao and the others faced many hardships along the way, traveling paths that were nearly uninhabited, trudging through the forest.

The guide at the front held a Mountain Splitter Blade, clearing the way for them.

They walked until dawn, finally emerging from the forest, and by noon, they had completely bypassed Mangla. Now sandwiched between two mountains, Mangla was left far behind them.

Looking back at that area, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but sigh quietly. Something that could have been done in half an hour took them a whole day.

The guide judged the direction, leading the group further southwest, to Longluo, and then to Jingkun.

To avoid complications, they chose to detour, but not as broadly as they did outside Mangla Town.

By midnight, the group finally arrived at Mengkang Town, where they met up with the people responsible for their rendezvous.

Yang Xiao and the others took a brief rest, and an hour later, continued on their journey, much more comfortably now, as they were traveling by car.

Having a vehicle hastened their journey, and by dawn, they finally reached the core ruling area of the Esoteric Sect, Royal City Jian.

Here, the security was strict, starting with guard posts 5 miles away from Jian, responsible for checking vehicles and pedestrians passing by.

Because they had special passes, Yang Xiao and his group traveled seamlessly, their vehicle driving directly into the core area of Royal City Jian.

Though called a royal city, its infrastructure level barely matched that of a third- or fourth-tier city domestically, with the truly prosperous area being minuscule, likely only a few blocks.

Their vehicle traversed the relatively bustling downtown area, arriving at the northwest part of the city, which was where the residence of the High Priest Cannibal Buddha was located.

The Royal City Jian was backed by a mountain, with terrain difficult to attack but easy to defend. As the car continued inward, Yang Xiao noticed what appeared to be a castle-like complex halfway up the mountain, with the central castle painted in a striking pink tone.

"What’s that place?" Yang Xiao asked curiously, pointing at the castle on the mountain.

Tai Wenqin glanced at it and laughed, "That’s Miss Sutana’s residence, Suta Palace, also known as Princess Castle."

"Isn’t she supposed to really have a castle?" Yang Xiao had previously only heard a bit about it and thought everyone was joking.

"Of course, after Miss Sutana was found, the High Priest ordered the continuous expansion of the Princess Castle, now reaching the third phase of construction. The pink main castle you see was newly built, prepared by Miss Sutana for her good friend. The interior was entirely arranged by Miss Sutana herself," Tai Wenqin explained. Everyone in the Esoteric Sect knew that Miss Sutana was the apple of the High Priest Cannibal Buddha’s eye.

Looking at the pink main castle, Yang Xiao fell silent, having roughly guessed that Miss Sutana’s so-called good friend was likely his own son Yang Jing.

Seeing his beloved son get close to Sutana, Yang Xiao, the father, was quite pleased himself. Having raised a son for many days, it had finally come time for the beloved son to repay him.

The mental calculations in Yang Xiao’s mind went haywire, already considering what good price he could get for Yang Jing.

However, observing Sutana’s attitude toward the Mirror Ghost, thinking that even if he proposed a sky-high price, Cannibal Buddha could grit his teeth and buy him.

But this was just for thought, after all, first, Yang Jing was his son and right-hand man, and he didn’t want to sell him; second, Cannibal Buddha treated him well, and he couldn’t fleece a friend.

Yang Xiao and his group’s car soon stopped before a large gate, where the people standing were dressed in yellow apparel, their faces stern.

"These people are the Imperial Guard of the Royal City, the most loyal subordinates of the High Priest. The car can’t go inside, we should walk in."

But this was just for thought, after all, first, Yang Jing was his son and right-hand man, and he didn’t want to sell him; second, Cannibal Buddha treated him well, and he couldn’t fleece a friend.

Yang Xiao and his group’s car soon stopped before a large gate, where the people standing were dressed in yellow apparel, their faces stern.