Chapter 72: Traces of the Demon Cult

After repelling the malevolent spirit, Wang Qingshao swallowed the Soul-Stabilizing Pill handed to him by Lin Shixuan. After a moment of meditation, his complexion finally improved, though a trace of lingering fear and anger remained between his brows.

Malevolent spirits are formless and intangible, attacking directly at the consciousness—they are the bane of body cultivators.

“This cursed place is truly wicked!” Wang Qingshao cursed in his deep voice.

He gripped his heavy sword tighter and surveyed the dense, sinister mist around them with heightened vigilance.

Lin Shixuan’s expression was grave. “Such spirits usually only form in the very heart of extremely yin-infested places.”

Yao Buqi frowned, but at the thought of Han Dong refining pills in Yanjing, a spark of excitement lit up in his eyes.

Previously, when Tang Chao mentioned them, he had left two streams of spiritual energy in their legs, sealing their blood vessels. That caused their impotence—a fact the hospital couldn’t detect, which was only natural.

Recalling how the Wei Group had suddenly severed ties with the Li family, plunging the Li Group into an immediate financial crisis, was even more chilling. Not a single company stepped in to take over the business the Li Group lost. One must understand, after all, that eighty-five percent of the Li Group’s operations were linked to the Wei Group.

Below this is the Guiwei Realm. Cultivating to this level makes one a top master among Yin-Yang practitioners. In any major sect, such a person would be an elder. The eight Bodhisattvas of Wujin Buddha Mountain, and Wei Tun Yun, chief steward of the Divine Temple, are all of the Guiwei Realm. This speaks to how arduous the cultivation of a Yin-Yang master truly is.

But there was no solution. Since a few weeks ago, the seedlings in this field had started to wither and had been wilted for a long time.

“Thank you, Brother Dahu.” From within the thatched cottage came a soft, pleasant voice tinged with sorrow.

She was kind to “Su Qingqing” only because Su Qingqing had helped her before. She was truly grateful.

“I don’t believe it. I can’t even beat Yin, so how could he, so young, possibly dodge Yin’s attack? I say it was just luck!” Gongsun Que protested, her proud heiress temper flaring.

After crushing your opponent—especially in lower tiers—you can freely roam the top and bottom lanes to rack up kills. Perhaps this is why Qin Zhaoxue is so fond of the middle lane.

Alice unleashed the magical gear of the Wind Sprite “Smove”—the “Spear of Wind Wings.”

Father, obsessed with archaeology, was seldom home throughout the year. As for their mother, Xiao Shensen, her work kept her out all day as well. Thus, in reality, the siblings Xiao Gucheng and Xiao Nasha led very lonely lives.

“Greetings to you both. May I ask what brings you to Jinlan Manor?” Jin Liunian glanced at Jin Xicheng. His gaze, though seemingly harmless as it fell upon Leng Yue and Duan Lingyun, still carried a sharpness perceptible upon closer inspection.

Purple Radiance was momentarily stunned. The hundreds of violet threads he unleashed were instantly blocked by a tide of blue. No matter how hard he tried, he could advance no further.

Ling Jing shot a glance at the guard, said nothing more, and took Li Wuxin by the hand as they walked out of the palace.

The fire of magic entered Illyri’s magic circuit. The moment Illyri’s pupils shone with silver light, the atmosphere, the wind, even space itself—literally—“froze.”

He first explained the situation to the police, and when he saw the reporters arrive, he matter-of-factly recounted his own heroic deeds without any embellishment.

Pei Yueyue glanced at Tian Jiao’s appearance, further cementing her thoughts. She subtly gestured in his direction to Chen Xing, indicating that he was the one in greater need of care.

“Well… let me think a little longer.” After all, this concerned her brother’s lifelong happiness, so Gong Qianqian propped her chin in her hand and adopted a thoroughly thoughtful look.

Liu Meiru shot Shuimenghua a cold glance, then was the first to leave the mourning hall. That very night, she packed her belongings and departed the prince’s residence.