Killing the Demon Heart Gu was simple?
If it were truly that simple, Luo Chen would not have been troubled by it for decades.
It was only after coming into close contact with this Gu that Luo Chen understood why Southern Border had once cracked down so harshly on its circulation.
Once a cultivator became too deeply bound to it, it was practically a maggot gnawing at the bones, impossible to remove.
Even Heavenly Mountain True Person, who had been born in Southern Border, did not dare rashly claim it was simple. Where did this Valley Immortal get the nerve to speak so arrogantly?
Under Luo Chen's doubtful gaze, Feng Jiang slowly lifted his eyelids.
"Your earlier line of thought was wrong."
"You only thought about removing this Gu, but never considered turning it to your own use."
At these words, Luo Chen's expression changed dramatically.
In a daze, he felt as if a thin sheet of paper blocking his view was slowly being pierced through.
Yet what lay beyond that sheet, he still could not see clearly.
He said hoarsely, "Indeed. I sensed earlier that this Gu was deeply harmful, so I kept thinking about stripping it away. I never considered what you mentioned."
Feng Jiang said solemnly, "Fortune leans on calamity, and calamity hides within fortune. The Demon Heart Gu must have some extraordinary quality to have once become so widespread. If handled properly, it might become an opportunity for your son."
"Fellow Daoist, how should I proceed?" Luo Chen sincerely asked.
"Ordinary people might truly be unable to use that method, but your son's situation is special. The Gu was not implanted afterward—it was an Innate Realm Demon Heart Gu born alongside him. Perhaps it can really work." Feng Jiang glanced at the youth who had fallen