The monastery ahead was quite abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

Su Ziyu could hardly see any living person, only those wandering undead nearby. But even though they had been dead for a long time, they still retained a formidable combat ability. If he relied solely on swordsmanship, dealing with them would be a bit troublesome.

The natives of this world are quite strong.

Creaaakk!

After eliminating the undead outside, Su Ziyu slowly pushed open the heavy door in front. It was a bronze-wood door, intricately carved with numerous broken reliefs, which hadn't decayed despite the passage of time. The weathered walls bore some ancient sword and knife marks, exuding a sense of historical desolation.

The interior of the monastery was extremely spacious, and Su Ziyu saw rows of intact seats.

In the corner of the hall lay some scattered bones. As Su Ziyu's footsteps sounded, some undead holding weapons swiftly rose up.

A flash of cold light streaked through the air.

Su Ziyu didn't turn to look at the undead. Accompanied by a fleeting sword glint, the head of an undead fifteen meters to his right flew off, its shriveled body collapsing into a pile of bones. The sword glint swirled around the hall like threading beads, consecutively slaying three undead before automatically returning to Su Ziyu's side, slipping into the scabbard with a clang. These creatures had no obvious weak points, but the heart area with intact flesh could be considered a vulnerable spot. Without flesh, simply decapitate them. Once mastered, dealing with them becomes relatively easier.

He hadn't encountered particularly tough enemies yet.

These undead posed no danger to Su Ziyu. His biggest headache now was the eerie loss of humanity in this world and the fact that he couldn't find any living natives, which resulted in a severe lack of understanding about this world.

However, since this is a monastery, could it possibly house some books?

Maybe he could find some useful information.

The sound of footsteps echoed.

As he walked, Su Ziyu suddenly halted. For no other reason, his gaze fell upon some candles still lit within sight. These candles seemed to have been enchanted, as there was no sign of dripping wax below, and the faint light illuminated a chapel ahead. Around the corner to the right, he saw a patch of dried, long-blackened blood.

"A living person?" Su Ziyu's spirit revived, quickening his pace slightly.

Soon.

A bright little room appeared before Su Ziyu's eyes. As he stealthily approached, he saw a stooped figure dressed in a gray cloak, her trailing gray-white hair suggesting she was a woman. Her shriveled arms were exposed, covered with dark blue marks, and she was holding a wooden spoon, continuously stirring a large cauldron in front of her.

Below the cauldron burned a strange campfire, the flames seemingly imbued with a trace of power, spirituality imparting a degree of sensitivity.

Clatter clatter.

This old crone seemed exceedingly focused as she stirred the cauldron in front of her. At the same time, she adeptly grabbed some gray-white powders from beside her. Not far away were piles of bone fragments, from vertebrae to phalanges.

"It's ready!..."

"Almost ready!..." the old crone kept muttering while adding what seemed like ashes into the cauldron.

Instantly.

A large assembly of bubbles erupted forth. Su Ziyu saw the cauldron glowing, with a magma-like liquid emitting an astonishing heat and a slight energy ripple.

The old crone eagerly took a taste with the spoon.

The next second.

Something incredible occurred — her originally hunched over frame seemingly regained vitality, her shriveled body becoming slightly plumper, and her sunken fleshy parts continually regenerated. In just a moment, she returned to the appearance of a middle-aged woman.

She drank eagerly from the cauldron, which emitted flame, and her physical appearance gradually resumed vitality. Her flesh, once shriveled, became full again, growing increasingly plump until she was so rounded she appeared like a ball, likely weighing over 200 pounds, filling out her previously loose attire, and resembling her appearance in her thirties.

"Who?" As her sensory perceptions gradually recovered, she finally noticed someone approaching.

Guardedly, she protected the cauldron behind her and pulled out her iron hammer-like magic staff, alertly querying, "Who is there?"

Su Ziyu's figure slowly emerged.

Yet before he could speak, the woman swiftly raised her staff, and a blue-green magic arrow shot forth.

— "Spiritual Protection Field!"

When the magic arrow reached him, it collided with an invisible energy barrier and promptly vanished.

The woman's gaze landed upon Su Ziyu. Her expression initially showed surprise and hesitation, then transformed into greed and fear, as she bowed low, saying, "O unnamed sovereign! Please forgive my offense!..."

"I was unaware a distinguished guest had arrived here."

Su Ziyu carefully restrained his intent to kill, given she was the first native he had encountered who could communicate, despite bearing a pollution mark. He had to get some information before considering making a move.

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