He could only exchange injury for injury, allowing the evil qi to engulf him, using it to erode the ominous aura and curse qi that had tainted him, while his body and divine soul suffered the tornt of evil qi.
But the injuries from the latter could be healed, without leaving hidden wounds.
Otherwise, when Yu Ziqing confronted the Wig White Water Egg and entangled with the Divine King, he would have sensed it long ago.
But now, even the slightest trace of sensing had been blocked off.
This was also why Yu Ziqing, who had initially planned to kill No.1 imdiately, changed his mind after hearing No.4, intending to use No.1 to track down No.2.
No.4's attitude was respectful, still seeking further instructions, but No.1 waved them off.
"You can manage the affairs of the encampnt as you see fit; there's no need to report everything to ."
No.4 bowed and retreated quietly.
The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost who had entered with No.4 stood quietly in the corner, motionless. The birthmark on her face spanned her entire face unevenly, looking sowhat sinister like an evil ghost.
Her presence had diminished to the utmost extent, and even No.1 did not notice her existence.
Under the abilities born from such extre obsession, combat strength and realm practically ceased to matter.
Her existence was never ant for battle.
As a hobody, she excelled at standing in one place, completely still. Be it several months or years, her mindset remained unaffected.
Doing nothing was, in fact, what she was most accustod to.
The cave closed again, and No.1 continued to endure the scour of evil qi, occasionally letting out a muffled grunt as the evil qi forcefully scoured his physical body and divine soul, an extrely painful affair.
Yet amid this pain, No.1 felt a kind of pleasure.
With each decrease in ominous aura and curse qi, he felt it was worthwhile.
He had grown sowhat fond of this feeling; the pain honed his divine soul.
Although clearly weak, he felt his divine soul growing more substantial, and his body's resistance continuously improving.
This indicated hope for his realm to rise again.
The Wig White Water Egg had once told him that if he advanced to the Ninth Tier Third Tribulation and overca the third calamity, one day he could take over the position and have the chance to advance to the Tenth Tier.
He once thought he had no chance, but now, amid disaster, he found a way to advance.
Naturally, he shifted his attention to this.
Gladly letting No.4 busy himself with the commonplace matters.
He would even inadvertently entertain a hint of a sinister thought.
If the master failed and was severely wounded this ti, wouldn't the ti for his succession co a bit sooner?
Each day, after training, No.1 would pause to rest. After recovering, he'd invoke his own power to feel that faint yet evident progress.
The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost observed quietly, like a non-existent spectator.
After over half a month, No.1, who was in the middle of training, suddenly stopped.
A yellow paper talisman flew out from his bosom, spontaneously igniting.
The resulting flas took the shape of the face of a White Water Egg.
"No.1, the master might have failed."
"I'm plagued by ominous and curse, sensed nothing, did you feel anything?"
"No, yet on the sa day, in several great clans, a senior ancestor's morial tablet within their ancestral ho fell, and its na vanished.
Additionally, several missing powerhouses' soul lamps have extinguished completely."
No.1's heart suddenly sank.
No.2 knowing these people might all have been forr successors.
When did he know about this?
"You should know that the master's position can only be abdicated, even if ceded, it would be impossible for him to die."
The face ford by the condensing flas showed no expression, rely a soft chuckle, hinting No.2's apparent disagreent.
"I think you might pause your seclusion and go pay a visit to the master."
"It's impossible for anything to have happened to the master." No.1's tone was unusually firm.
No.2 said no more, simply laughed softly and disappeared.
The flas burned the talisman to ashes, which fell down.
No.1's deanor was sowhat somber. He truly hadn't sensed anything.
No.2 couldn't possibly have sensed anything, so it seed he just wanted to use him to confirm sothing.
The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost in the corner watched quietly, holding a Sound Recording Stone that passively recorded the conversation just held. Official source is novel⦿fire
It went much more smoothly than she had expected; in less than a month, she'd gathered a sliver of a clue.
Now, however, a new problem had arisen.
No.1 got up, and after recovery, walked out from his place of seclusion.
The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost was about to inform No.4, only to see No.4 already present.
"No.1, have you recovered?"
"No, sothing urgent has occurred. Just received word that the master might have encountered trouble, I need to go see the master."
"Perfect timing, I have sothing to report to you.
I was planning to et Qing Ziyu, but received news that he's injured, seemingly quite severely.
He is recuperating within Jinlan Mountain, and I vaguely sensed a hint of ominous qi, the curse upon him might be unmanageable."
No.1's steps suddenly halted.
"When did this happen?"
"It should have been after eting last ti."
No.1 fell into deep thought; sothing indeed seed to have happened, not as smoothly as hoped.
But he also rembered No.2; why did No.2 know those things he shouldn't have?
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