Jiang Hao drove the carriage for over two more hours when he suddenly heard a muffled groan from behind. Turning around, he saw that the spiritual power in Ma Sichun's Dao Talisman had run out, and the ghost poison was spreading again. Ma Sichun gritted his teeth and groaned in pain.
Jiang Hao hurriedly pulled the carriage over, took out a Detoxification Talisman, and slapped it onto Ma Sichun's chest. The ghost poison immediately receded back into the wound.
Ma Sichun took a couple of breaths and cupped his hands toward Jiang Hao. "Many thanks, Brother Jiang."
"No need for courtesy, Brother Ma. Since that Ghost King has already been eliminated, there's no need for us to hurry. Traveling at night is difficult, and the horses are tired too. Why don't we find somewhere to rest first?" Jiang Hao suggested.
"We'll follow Brother Jiang's arrangements," Qi Xiuyuan said.
They did not bother looking for a household. As cultivators, they adapted to wherever they were, so they simply found a flat patch of ground by the roadside and set up camp.
It was late autumn now, and the nights were cold. Though the three of them were no longer afraid of such weather given their cultivation, Ma Sichun was injured, so warmth would still do him good.
Qi Xiuyuan found a dead tree and chopped it into firewood with a few strokes of his sword. He carried it back, built a fire, then carried his junior brother down from the carriage and propped him against a mound of earth to warm himself by the flames.
"Are you hungry?" Jiang Hao asked.
Qi Xiuyuan and Ma Sichun felt a little embarrassed. They really were hungry. Jiang Hao waved his hand and took three Lotus Leaf Chickens and several steamed buns out of