Chapter 616: Not a Blade of Grass Grows

Song Song Demei looked at Liang Liang Zhongde in front of her and asked: "You just said you killed that thief seed?"

Liang Liang Zhongde lowered his head and said: "I persuaded him to go back to the village with me, but he wouldn't listen, so I followed your instructions and..." Song Song Demei smiled slightly: "Well killed. That thief seed really deserved to die."

Liang Liang Zhongde lowered his head, feeling much more relaxed in his heart.

But Song Song Demei's second son, Ban Yue Congde, didn't understand this operation. "Mother, you killed Tang Tang Xinde; can that foreigner let it go?" Song Song Demei glanced at her second son: "Do you still expect him to let it go?"

The second son had spoken very little these days, and when he spoke, he always observed others' attitudes.

She knew the second son in front of her was not the second son, but she never exposed it because the current second son had brought her quite a few benefits.

Song Song Demei took action against Xiao De because she didn't want to continue the stalemate. She wanted to drive Cui Cui Tike crazy. If Cui Cui Tike didn't take action again, she herself wouldn't be able to hold on. Yesterday, Song Song Demei received news that Li Qi had sent a batch of grain to Zhong Desong Cliff.

Cui Cui Tike threatened Zhong Desong Cliff with an epidemic; Song Song Demei could endure this. Li Qi sent away the disciples of the major sects; Song Song Demei could also endure this. Even Li Qi killed her son; she could endure it.

But Li Qi sent grain to Zhong Desong Cliff; Song Song Demei couldn't endure this.

She knew very well the nature of Virtue Cultivators. If this batch of grain really reached Zhong Desong Cliff, the Virtue Cultivators would have enough to eat and drink, and those who could insist on following her to fight the war would probably not be many.

This soft nail was stuck in her heart, hurting so much that she couldn't breathe. If she continued to grind with Cui Cui Tike, the morale of Zhong Desong Cliff would be gone, and everything done before would vanish into thin air. So she decided to take a risky move.

If she led people to actively besiege Cui Cui Tike, it would be hard to explain if the Peddler investigated afterward.

She sent Liang Liang Zhongde up the mountain, wanting to trick Tang Tang Dexin back to the village and force Cui Cui Tike down the mountain to fight in the village.

The reason she chose Liang Liang Zhongde was because this child was very loyal, and she was certain that Cui Cui Tike's guard against the child was not that high.

She specially gave Liang Liang Zhongde a Traveling Cultivator magic treasure. As long as Liang Liang Zhongde used the magic treasure, he would fly directly back to Deyuan Village like a Traveling Cultivator's "One Farewell Ten Thousand Miles." Now that Liang Liang Zhongde had killed Tang Tang Dexin, Song Song Demei felt this result was not bad: "That thief seed is dead; let's see if that foreigner dares to come over and fight for his life." Ban Yue Congde shook his head: "Mother, if that foreigner really comes to fight for his life, what should we do?"

Song Song Demei asked: "Are you afraid of him?"

Ban Yue Congde nodded: "Of course I'm afraid! He is a disciple of Green Flower Seeds!"

Song Song Demei sneered: "Go and call all the men, women, and children of Zhong Desong Cliff. Let's let him kill as he pleases. Let's see how many he dares to kill!"

Ban Yue Congde was even more confused about Song Song Demei's thoughts: "Mother, this foreign devil is a disciple of Green Flower Seeds. The more people there are, the faster the epidemic spreads. Isn't this sending heads to him?"

Song Song Demei didn't want to say too much, explaining patiently: "Do you know why that foreigner came to Zhong Desong Cliff?" Ban Yue Congde blinked: "I heard it was the Peddler who asked him to come."

Song Song Demei asked again: "He is a disciple of Green Flower Seeds; why would the Peddler still let him come out to harm people?" Ban Yue Congde shook his head; he truly didn't know this situation.

Song Song Demei said: "I found out about this long ago. The Peddler wants him to do things, but doesn't allow him to kill innocent people at will. If he kills too many people, it is equivalent to breaking the Peddler's rules. So for such a long time, he has never dared to spread the epidemic in the village!"

Hearing Song Song Demei's explanation, Ban Yue Congde understood her intention somewhat.

She grasped Cui Cui Tike's weakness of not being able to kill at will, putting all the men, women, and children in front of Cui Cui Tike, forcing Cui Cui Tike to take action. If Cui Cui Tike started a massacre, it would inevitably anger the Peddler. To avoid the Peddler's punishment, Cui Cui Tike would definitely have to leave Zhong Desong Cliff.

If Cui Cui Tike hesitated and didn't dare to take action, Song Song Demei would have to strike hard. It would be best to drive Cui Cui Tike away; if she couldn't drive him away, she would beat him to death!

It was he who came to the village to commit violence first. Even if the Peddler blamed her afterward, Song Song Demei could explain it reasonably.

This risky move could not only force Cui Cui Tike into a dead end but also make Zhong Desong Cliff share a common hatred.

Especially sharing a common hatred—this was most important to Song Song Demei. In Song Song Demei's view, if these Virtue Cultivators were unwilling to fight for her, then it would be better to let them die.

"What are you still stunned for? Go call people!"

Ban Yue Congde hurriedly called people. According to Song Song Demei's strategy, the more people he called, the higher the chance of winning.

The second son handled things quickly, and before long, he had called all the influential figures from the surrounding villages.

Song Song Demei shouted at the crowd: "That foreign evil thief has now revealed his true colors and wants to fight us to the death. Our Zhong Desong Cliff, how can we endure this bullying? Gentlemen, today as long as..."

Just as she was speaking, the eldest son, Ban Yue Ban Yue Xingde, ran over and shouted: "Mother, that foreigner is crazy; he has brought many Blade-Labor Ghosts into the village."

Song Song Demei's expression was indifferent; this was all within her expectations: "Don't be afraid of him! Let the old and young go first, surround him, and let's see if he dares to take action!"

Ban Yue Ban Yue Xingde also couldn't describe the current situation clearly: "Several elders in the village went up to reason with him. They only said two sentences before they broke out in rashes. Once the rashes came out, these people couldn't move."

"What kind of rashes?" Song Song Demei had dealings with Green Flower Seeds before; she knew what color rashes were the most fatal.

Ban Yue Ban Yue Xingde thought about how to describe it: "The color of the rashes was quite special; it seemed to be black..."

"Black rashes?" The old lady had never seen this, "Did you see it wrong?"

Ban Yue Ban Yue Xingde was about to speak when he suddenly felt an itch on his cheekbone and scratched it twice.

With this scratch, the cheekbone swelled up, and a rash the size of a little finger belly emerged from the cheekbone.

He was right before; the rashes were black. Under the crystal-clear skin was black juice, and there were a few floating red spots in the juice.

Ban Yue Ban Yue Xingde touched his cheek and trembled all over. The old lady immediately distanced herself from the eldest.

She looked at Liang Liang Zhongde and then turned to look at her eldest son: "That foreigner doesn't dare to kill innocent people."

The eldest immediately understood Song Song Demei's meaning.

The eldest stepped forward and tied up Liang Liang Zhongde. Liang Liang Zhongde cried in fright: "I was acting on orders; he wouldn't go with me, so I..." Song Song Demei smiled slightly: "Well killed. That thief seed really deserved to die."

The eldest didn't give him another chance to speak, first blocked Liang Liang Zhongde's mouth, and then led people to the village west entrance, meeting Cui Cui Tike on the Memorial Archway Road.

"The injustice has a head, the debt has a master. I have brought the murderer; you can deal with him as you please today!" The eldest pushed Liang Liang Zhongde in front of Cui Cui Tike. Cui Cui Tike removed the cloth from Liang Liang Zhongde's mouth and asked: "Who told you to do it?"

Liang Liang Zhongde cried: "It was Song Song Demei, it was her..."

Ban Yue Ban Yue Xingde shouted: "Little beast, one person does the work, one person takes the responsibility. What did my mother tell you? And what did you do yourself? You dare to bite people indiscriminately here?

Our Zhong Desong Cliff doesn't produce seeds like you. Before you speak, look at your conscience first. Don't ruin the reputation of our Virtue Cultivators because you are afraid of death!"

The eldest used the Virtue Cultivator technique, and his words were sonorous and powerful, but Cui Cui Tike didn't listen to a single word.

He passed Liang Liang Zhongde and continued walking toward the eldest.

Liang Liang Zhongde looked back at the eldest. His face was full of black blisters. The blisters grew very fast, distorting his facial features.

These rashes came fiercely. Every time a red spot appeared, it felt like a steel needle was drilling into his flesh and blood.

"Spare me, I was wrong. I didn't want to kill him; I was acting on orders..." Liang Liang Zhongde was still begging for mercy, but Cui Cui Tike didn't even look at him.

The eldest retreated while shouting: "We don't want to fight you. This matter has nothing to do with us in the first place. If you commit a massacre here, you are violating the Peddler's orders. If you dare to take action against us, the Peddler will definitely not spare you..."

The eldest's voice grew smaller and smaller. There were more and more rashes on his face. Between breaths, his mouth was full of rashes. He stopped talking and couldn't walk anymore.

He sat down against the memorial archway, his whole body piling up on the ground like mud. He was still alive, and his eyes could still move.

Cui Cui Tike walked into the village all the way, and more and more people were watching from the side. They didn't dare to get close to Cui Cui Tike, only daring to point from afar: "What are you looking for us for? Whoever did the thing, go find them! We didn't offend you. Aren't you bullying honest people..."

Their voices were smaller than mosquitoes. Ban Yue Congde shouted from the side: "Louder, make your voices louder so that foreign devil can hear you!" They were using the Virtue Cultivator technique, "Seeing Virtue and Thinking of Equality."

Ban Yue Congde expected them to use techniques to temporarily suppress Cui Cui Tike, but this seemed to have no meaning. How loud the voice was didn't matter; Cui Cui Tike couldn't hear it.

A group of Virtue Cultivators broke out in rashes one after another, all turning into living mud like the eldest, piling up on the ground.

Cui Cui Tike killed his way to the residence. Having killed so many people, the Peddler definitely wouldn't let it go. Song Song Demei felt the time was right and walked out of the residence with her men: "Foreign evil thief! A life for a life. We have handed the culprit to you; what else do you want? Do you want to exterminate our Zhong Desong Cliff!"

Cui Cui Tike walked toward Song Song Demei with an expressionless face.

He didn't have any hesitation or entanglement, which was quite different from what Song Song Demei had imagined beforehand. Seeing that the verbal suppression had no effect, Song Song Demei simply fought Cui Cui Tike directly.

Virtue Cultivators and Disease Cultivators clashing head-on definitely wouldn't take advantage, but Song Song Demei was a cultivator above the clouds after all, and her technique application was very skillful. She first used a move called "Virtue Carrying All Things" and pressed it on Cui Cui Tike.

She thought Cui Cui Tike could avoid it, but she didn't expect Cui Cui Tike not to dodge at all, directly taking it head-on, stumbling, and falling to the ground. Has this foreigner lost his mind?

If he lost his mind, it would be even easier to deal with!

Song Song Demei looked down at Cui Cui Tike: "Today's matter ends here. Seeing that you were confused for a moment, I won't hold it against you.

Hurry up and resolve the lesions on the villagers and leave Zhong Desong Cliff as soon as possible. Even if the Peddler blames you, I can put in a good word for you..." Cui Cui Tike climbed up from the ground, bearing the "Virtue Carrying All Things."

The bones on his body creaked. Listening to the sound, it seemed like several bones had snapped. But there was no expression on his face, and he still walked toward Song Song Demei.

Song Song Demei tried to keep her distance from Cui Cui Tike for fear of being infected by the lesions.

She continuously increased the intensity of her technique, still thinking of making Cui Cui Tike retreat in the face of difficulties.

Cui Cui Tike didn't make any response, still taking it head-on with his body, dragging his heavy footsteps, and slowly approaching Song Song Demei. What happened to this foreigner? Does he not want his life?

This reckless fighting style took Song Song Demei by surprise, and the tactics formulated before also had problems. She still had many helpers by her side, but seeing Cui Cui Tike like this, they were all too scared to step forward.

After a stalemate for a while, more than a dozen Blade-Labor Ghosts suddenly besieged Song Song Demei. Song Song Demei realized that the situation was not good.

She calculated everything, but missed one point: if Cui Cui Tike really didn't want his life, how should this matter be handled? Even the Peddler's deterrence didn't work, and all of Song Song Demei's calculations lost their meaning.

She wanted to resist the Blade-Labor Ghosts, but she couldn't control Cui Cui Tike once she was distracted. Add more strength and crush Cui Cui Tike to death, or at least fight to a draw?

No!

This thought flashed in her mind and vanished in the blink of an eye. Fighting with the entire Zhong Desong Cliff, Song Song Demei had this courage and boldness.

Fighting with her own life—this, she was firmly reluctant to do.

Take a step back, leave this place, and deal with him when the Peddler comes. Song Song Demei wanted to leave, but Cui Cui Tike pressed on step by step, giving no opportunity. A Blade-Labor Ghost reached out and grabbed at Song Song Demei's face.

Song Song Demei barely dodged, leaving a scar on her face.

Song Song Demei's heart turned cold. The poison of the Blade-Labor Ghosts had no cure!

In the panic, Song Song Demei saw black rashes on the Blade-Labor Ghost's face. Rashes also grew on her own face, accompanied by a tingling itch. Can he also spread lesions through Blade-Labor Ghosts?

Song Song Demei no longer had the heart to fight. Since she was already infected with the lesions, she simply gave up the technique, stopped controlling Cui Cui Tike, and ran away. Let him kill; Deyuan Village is free for you to kill! Once you kill enough, we'll talk about the price again.

The heavily injured Cui Cui Tike didn't chase after her. He let the Blade-Labor Ghosts around him scatter and walk through every corner of the village.

A Blade-Labor Ghost looked up and let out a shrill long howl, letting the Blade-Labor Ghosts in other villages scatter as well..

Luo Zhengnan was still waiting for news about the grain at the train station and asked the station master several times: "Seventh Master asked me to call him in a minute." To be honest, this operation was very puzzling, but Luo Zhengnan was already used to it.

A minute later, Old Luo found a quiet place and called Li Qi. After waiting for a long time, Li Qi flew to Luo Zhengnan's side.

Li Qi originally wanted to run back to Zhong Desong Cliff, but he was worried that he would be late, so he found a suitable person at Haichi Ridge, gave the other party a sum of money, used "One Farewell Ten Thousand Miles" to send that person to Pants Pocket Ridge, and flew to Zhong Desong Cliff himself.

After meeting, he asked Luo Zhengnan first: "What happened to Zhong Desong Cliff?"

Luo Zhengnan was stunned: "Nothing happened; I've been waiting for the grain here..."

Just as he was speaking, Luo Zhengnan's skull trembled, and it was his subordinate who called: "Luo Ye, it's not good. That foreigner has taken a ruthless hand. A whole village has broken out in rashes, and our brothers have also been implicated."

"Because of what?"

"I heard it seems like something happened to that child."

Li Li Banfeng was shocked: "Xiao De? Which bastard did it?"

Luo Zhengnan looked at Li Li Banfeng, his expression somewhat blank. This matter came too suddenly, and Old Luo didn't know how to deal with it. Li Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said: "Tell me where our own people are, and I will go save them."

"Seventh Master, I'll go with you!"

"You stay where you are and wait for my news."

Song Song Demei ran from Deyuan Village to Dexiao Village. A person sat under a large tree at the village entrance, covered in rashes, and several people sat on the village road, also covered in rashes. Where did their lesions come from?

Two Blade-Labor Ghosts walked out of a residence and stared silently at Song Song Demei. The lesions were brought by them. This foreigner is really crazy; he really wants to exterminate everyone!

Song Song Demei had no heart to fight and hurriedly went to De'en Village.

The situation in De'en Village was the same as in Dexiao Village. Blade-Labor Ghosts appeared in all the surrounding villages, and everyone in the village was infected with blisters. Song Song Demei could still kill a few Blade-Labor Ghosts at first, but as the illness worsened, Song Song Demei was exhausted and didn't even have the ability to dodge the Blade-Labor Ghosts. She ran to De'an Village again. As long as she passed through this village, she could leave the territory of Zhong Desong Cliff, but she was blocked by two Blade-Labor Ghosts.

She wanted to bypass the Blade-Labor Ghosts, but her legs full of rashes simply wouldn't listen to her, and she finally fell into the farmland. The Blade-Labor Ghosts picked up Song Song Demei and sent her to Deyuan Village.

Song Song Demei still wanted to escape, but the layers of blisters on her body made her lose the ability to fight the Blade-Labor Ghosts.

Cui Cui Tike dragged his heavily injured body and approached Song Song Demei step by step. Song Song Demei screamed: "I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him. Spare my life, everything belongs to you. I know where my second son, Ban Yue Congde, is. I'll tell you, I'll take you to find him!"

Li Li Banfeng looked at Song Song Demei: "She isn't dead yet?"

Cui Cui Tike said: "Not that fast; she will hold on for a long time." "What about the others?"

"They will be faster than her, sooner or later, they will all die, except for her second son, Ban Yue Congde." Li Li Banfeng asked: "Is there anything special about Ban Yue Congde?"

"According to what Song Song Demei said, the current Ban Yue Congde is not the real Ban Yue Congde; he is a Neizhou person. Song Song Demei knew Ban Yue Congde's true identity, but she always played dumb. Ban Yue Congde was a spy sent by Neizhou. He gave Song Song Demei a lot of help, including financial and material support; otherwise, Song Song Demei wouldn't have been able to hold on until today."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Where did Ban Yue Congde go? This person cannot be kept."

"He has already returned to Neizhou, carrying the gift I gave to Neizhou." Cui Cui Tike squatted down. He saw one of Luo Zhengnan's subordinates. He withdrew the lesions, and that subordinate's body recovered somewhat.

"In an hour, he can recover to normal. The antibodies in his body can last for five hours. Let him leave Zhong Desong Cliff within five hours."

Li Li Banfeng exhorted his subordinate and then went to find the next person.

Cui Cui Tike looked at Li Li Banfeng: "You don't have many lesions on you." "Yes, I have a way to deal with it."

Cui Cui Tike said: "The difficulty of resisting this epidemic is very high. You are even more powerful than I expected."

Li Li Banfeng looked around and shook his head: "You are also more powerful than I expected. Zhong Desong Cliff is not as closed as Qianliangfang, but it was still cleaned up by you. What is the name of this kind of rash? I have never seen you use it."

Cui Cui Tike replied: "This is called 'Not a Blade of Grass Grows,' a technique I newly created. The people of Zhong Desong Cliff will decay here until they turn into silt.

Under the action of the lesions, anyone who comes here will be infected with blisters. Unless they have a way to remove the lesions themselves, they will be unable to leave Zhong Desong Cliff, and they will also decay and become a part of Zhong Desong Cliff.

Unlike 'Corpses Strewn Across the Field,' the key element of this technique is not rapid spread, but persistence. The lesions here will exist for many years, just like the spores of fungi. During this period, it will be difficult to find living creatures in Zhong Desong Cliff."

Li Li Banfeng saw a blade of grass on the ground, covered in black spots. "Will plants also be infected with this kind of virus?"

"Yes, that's why it's called 'Not a Blade of Grass Grows.'" When saying these words, Cui Cui Tike was very calm, as if he were seriously narrating some knowledge. "What level of technique is this?"

Cui Cui Tike said: "A technique above the clouds, and possibly the last technique I created.

According to the agreement between me and the Peddler, if this operation is successful, he will give me a piece of territory to stabilize my position.

Now that things have turned out like this, don't even think about the reward. I will definitely receive severe punishment from the Peddler, and the Disease Cultivator sect might go extinct because of this." Li Li Banfeng was very surprised: "You have never had a territory? Then how did you promote to above the clouds?"

"My founder once promised to give me a piece of territory, but that piece of territory was never fulfilled. I used some ancient magic from my hometown, plus the special properties of Sage Peak, to temporarily stabilize my position.

I persisted for a long time, but those magic effects were limited, and now my condition is becoming more and more unstable."

The people of Zhong Desong Cliff were not dead yet. As long as Cui Cui Tike was willing to withdraw the lesions, they could still be saved, and there might be room for negotiation with the Peddler. But Li Li Banfeng didn't persuade Cui Cui Tike; he knew Cui Cui Tike couldn't let these Virtue Cultivators go.

After saving a group of Luo Zhengnan's and Sha Sha Jianfeng's subordinates, Cui Cui Tike sent Li Li Banfeng to the edge of Zhong Desong Cliff and put the canned food box into his arms: "If one day you see my corpse, remember to take this canned food box out and plant this flower beside my grave."

After speaking, Cui Cui Tike bowed to Li Li Banfeng. "Wait a minute." Li Li Banfeng called out to Cui Cui Tike.

He had many territories and wanted to give one to Cui Cui Tike to let him stabilize his position.

Before Li Li Banfeng could speak, the sound of a rattle-drum rang out, and Li Li Banfeng saw the Peddler's figure. Cui Cui Tike was very calm; he didn't want to run away, nor did he intend to resist.

"Things came a bit fast!" Cui Cui Tike smiled. He pointed to his clothes, "Friend, don't forget our promise, don't forget to help me plant the flower." The Peddler walked to Cui Cui Tike and asked coldly: "Killed them all?"

"Almost." Cui Cui Tike nodded, although there were still quite a few people in Zhong Desong Cliff who weren't dead yet. The Peddler sighed: "Then don't blame me."

Cui Cui Tike shook his head calmly: "I don't blame anyone."

Li Li Banfeng was thinking about how to dissuade the Peddler, but saw the Peddler take out a pair of contracts and hand them to Cui Cui Tike: "I originally wanted to give you a good territory, but since you handled things like this, I'll just give Zhong Desong Cliff to you."

Cui Cui Tike was stunned, and Li Li Banfeng didn't understand either.

The Peddler looked at Li Li Banfeng and snorted coldly: "Are you envious of him? Back then, I even wanted to give Zhong Desong Cliff to you. Who told you not to do things for me?" Cui Cui Tike was stunned: "You are still giving me a reward?"

"Why not give it?" The Peddler leaned against the truck and lit a cigarette, "Losses and gains, we are even. There is no business in this world that is guaranteed to make a profit without a loss. This business is considered a loss, but since you did the thing, I have to pay."

PS: Regarding this result, the Peddler didn't seem surprised. ===== CHAPTER 617 =====

"The Peddler is coming soon, and he won't let me off," Cui Cui Tike said, tucking the tin can into his bosom. "Friend, you have quite a few subordinates who must have been infected with the disease; I will take you to save them."

Even at this moment, Cui Cui Tike still believed that Li Qi was his friend. As the two walked along the road, they encountered Song Song Demei, who was piled up by the roadside.

Song Song Demei had already turned into a pile of mush, with only her head still intact. She was still begging, "Zhong Desong Cliff is yours, spare me, everything is yours. I know where our family's second son is; I'll tell you, I'll take you to find him."

Li Li Banfeng looked at Song Song Demei, "She isn't dead yet?"

Cui Cui Tike said, "Not that quickly; she will hold on for a long time." "What about the others?"

"They are faster than her. Sooner or later, they will all die, except for her second son, Ban Yue Congde." Li Li Banfeng asked, "Is there anything special about Ban Yue Congde?"

"According to what Song Song Demei said, the current Ban Yue Congde is not the real Ban Yue Congde; he is a man from the Inner Province. Song Song Demei knew Ban Yue Congde's true identity, but she always played dumb. Ban Yue Congde was a spy sent by the Inner Province, and he gave Song Song Demei a lot of help, including financial and material support; otherwise, Song Song Demei wouldn't have lasted until today."

Li Li Banfeng said, "Where did Ban Yue Congde go? This person cannot be left alive."

"He has already returned to the Inner Province, carrying the gift I prepared for them." Cui Cui Tike squatted down and saw one of Luo Zhengnan's subordinates. He retracted the disease, and the subordinate's body recovered somewhat.

"After one hour, he will be able to recover to normal. The antibodies in his body can last for five hours; let him leave Zhong Desong Cliff within those five hours."

Li Li Banfeng gave his subordinate a few instructions and then went to find the next person.

Cui Cui Tike looked at Li Li Banfeng, "You don't have many diseases on you." "Yes, I have a way to deal with them."

Cui Cui Tike said, "The difficulty of resisting this disease is extremely high; you are even stronger than I expected."

Li Li Banfeng looked around, shook his head, and said, "You are also stronger than I expected. Zhong Desong Cliff is different from Qianliang Lane; the environment here isn't that enclosed, yet you still cleaned it out completely. What is the name of this rash? I've never seen you use it before."

Cui Cui Tike replied, "This is called 'Not a Blade of Grass Grows'; it is a technique I newly created. The people of Zhong Desong Cliff will rot here until they turn into silt."

Under the influence of the disease, anyone who comes here will be infected with herpes. Unless the infected person has a way to remove the disease themselves, they will be unable to leave Zhong Desong Cliff, and they will also rot and become a part of Zhong Desong Cliff.

Unlike a field of corpses, the key element of this technique is not rapid spread, but persistence. The disease here will exist for many years, just like fungal spores. During this period, it will be very difficult to find any living creatures in Zhong Desong Cliff.

Li Li Banfeng saw a blade of grass on the ground, its leaves covered in black spots. "Can plants also be infected with this kind of virus?"

"Yes, that's why it's called 'Not a Blade of Grass Grows'." When saying this, Cui Cui Tike was very calm, as if he were earnestly explaining some knowledge. "What level of technique is this?"

Cui Cui Tike said, "A technique above the clouds, and it might also be the last technique I ever create."

"According to the agreement between the Peddler and me, if this operation succeeded, he would give me a plot of land to stabilize my status."

"Now that things have turned out this way, I don't need to think about the reward. I will inevitably be severely punished by the Peddler. The sect of Disease Cultivation might go extinct because of this." Li Li Banfeng was very surprised, "You have never had a plot of land? Then how did you ascend above the clouds?"

"My master once promised to give me a plot of land, but that land was never realized. I used some ancient spells from my hometown, combined with some special properties of Saintly Peak, to temporarily stabilize my status."

"I persisted for a long time, but those spells had limited effects, and now my condition is becoming increasingly unstable."

The people of Zhong Desong Cliff were not all dead yet; as long as Cui Cui Tike was willing to retract the disease, he could still save them, and perhaps there was room for negotiation with the Peddler. But Li Li Banfeng did not try to persuade Cui Cui Tike, as he knew Cui Cui Tike could not let this group of Virtue Cultivators go.

After saving a group of Luo Zhengnan and Sha Sha Jianfeng's subordinates, Cui Cui Tike escorted Li Li Banfeng to the edge of Zhong Desong Cliff, then tucked the tin can into his bosom, "If one day you see my corpse, remember to take out this tin can and plant this flower next to my grave."

After speaking, Cui Cui Tike bowed to Li Li Banfeng. "Wait a moment." Li Li Banfeng called out to Cui Cui Tike.

He had many plots of land, and he wanted to give Cui Cui Tike one to let him stabilize his status.

Before Li Li Banfeng could speak, the sound of a rattle-drum rang out, and Li Li Banfeng saw the figure of the Peddler. Cui Cui Tike was very calm; he did not want to flee, nor did he intend to resist.

"Things have come a bit quickly!" Cui Cui Tike smiled and pointed to his clothes, "Friend, don't forget the promise between us; don't forget to help me plant the flowers." The Peddler walked up to Cui Cui Tike and asked coldly, "Did you kill them all?"

"Just about." Cui Cui Tike nodded, although there were still quite a few people in Zhong Desong Cliff who were not completely dead. The Peddler sighed, "Then I can't blame myself."

Cui Cui Tike shook his head calmly, "I don't blame anyone."

Li Li Banfeng was just thinking about how to dissuade the Peddler, when he saw the Peddler take out a pair of contracts and hand them to Cui Cui Tike, "I originally wanted to give you a good plot of land, but since you handled things like this, I'll just give Zhong Desong Cliff to you."

Cui Cui Tike was stunned, and Li Li Banfeng didn't understand either.

The Peddler looked at Li Li Banfeng and snorted coldly, "Are you envious of him? I wanted to give Zhong Desong Cliff to you back then, but who told you not to help me do things?" Cui Cui Tike said in astonishment, "You're still giving me a reward?"

"Why wouldn't I?" The Peddler leaned against his cart and lit a cigarette, "Win or lose, we are even. There is no business in this world that only makes money without losing any. I count this business as a loss, but since you did the job, I have to pay."

PS: Regarding this result, the Peddler didn't seem surprised at all.