Ancient Battlefield, Ghost Domain encampment
After Cang Lou finished speaking with Hua Yi and the other two, he briefly parted ways with Yunxi. He went to see Cang Feng, intending to take away Nichang, who had once again fallen into madness. At last, a trace of worry appeared on Cang Feng's face as he asked:
"Martial Ancestor, Fellow Daoist Ranxi said Nichang cannot be saved. Do you have a way?"
It was clear that when he had asked Ranxi to spare Nichang's life, he had also hoped to save her. Now that he had seen his own Old Ancestor, he asked directly.
Cang Lou sighed, his withered hand tightening around his staff as he said blandly:
"Come in with me. I have something to tell you."
"Yes, Martial Ancestor."
The two then entered a tent in the Carefree Valley encampment.
Two quarter-hours later, Cang Feng solemnly saw his Martial Ancestor off. He knew that Nichang truly could not be saved this time.
However, Cang Feng only sighed over it for a moment before coldly leading his sect's disciples to separately imprison all the ghost cultivators who had retreated together with Nichang. As for whether they had been parasitized by Evil Qi Insects, that would have to wait for the three Old Ancestors to deal with.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the main tent of the encampment was equally grim. Xiong Wei cursed at the top of his voice:
"Those sinister, despicable evil cultivators actually raised insects! They are utterly lawless! Do they not know how difficult those things are to deal with? This is simply seeking a tiger's skin while sitting beside it. They will absolutely become food for those insects."
Dai Tong's expression was no better. She had never expected the evil cultivators to have fallen to such depths. In