A group of cultivators were in such agony from the soul poison that they wailed endlessly. I felt not the slightest sympathy for them. To have cultivated to this level, which one of them didn't have such a dark background that their faces were almost impossible to see?
"At your level of cultivation, you should already understand the agony of soul poison. Even if you summoned the Ancestor Old Monster, he couldn't cure it. As for the calamity, I'm afraid most of you never intended to solve it in the first place, despite all possessing heaven-reaching abilities! You refuse to help, yet keep trying to make trouble every day. From now on, none of you should use your cultivation. That's the only way you won't die.
"Also, inform your elders that if they don't want to solve the calamity, they should quietly watch and stop hounding my Heaven's One Dao Sect. This matter must be handled by those with the ability. If you refuse and still keep jumping around everywhere, then you'll anger me. I'll come to your doors one by one to collect my debts. Don't forget that the lives of many disciples of my Heaven's One Dao Sect are still in their hands." I spoke in a frigid voice.
The group of cultivators were in too much pain to speak. Their heads were covered in sweat.
The old monk from Xiyuansi still wanted to say something, but several juniors stopped him. It seemed my fearsome conduct had already taken effect. These monks wouldn't cause trouble again for the time being.
The ghost cultivators afflicted by the soul poison were all covered in green and blue. They looked truly horrifying, the clearest embodiment of the poison's cruelty.
I couldn't be bothered to say anything more to them. I immediately