Seeing Qin Yi fall silent, Liusu smiled. "This matter truly is quite interesting. It likely contains insights even someone at Minghe's level of cultivation could comprehend, and since you yourself are caught within it, it is all the harder for you. Don't trouble yourself too much. If he insists on cultivating, then teach him. Southern Li is merely a waystation on your journey—do not become too attached to it."
Qin Yi sighed. "Is there really nothing you can do about this curse?"
"If I were at my peak, there might have been a way. But don't count on it now," Liusu said. "Still, all of you are so distracted that you have forgotten the most crucial point. I think Minghe sees things more clearly as an outsider. She is rather interesting too. Her mouth says you do not resemble a cultivator of the Dao, yet her own thoughts are complicated, and she has begun trying to help you with this."
Qin Yi blanked for a moment, then remembered that Minghe had remained underground and had not come out.
Understanding suddenly dawned on him. "Right! Dong Huazi's own cultivation grounds must contain records related to witchcraft!"
Qin Yi raced back. At a glance, he saw that a small door had opened beside where Dong Huazi had died. Entering, he found Minghe standing within with her hands behind her back, frowning at several tiers of bookshelves.
Qin Yi asked expectantly, "Have you found anything, Daoist friend?"
"They are all records of various Daoist scriptures, arts, formations, and arrays," Minghe said. "Many belong to different systems, all mixed together—cultivating them could get one killed... Dong Huazi merely looted them; he did not understand them in detail."
Qin Yi could not care less whether Dong Huazi's cultivation could kill someone. "So there is no