"Oh? Then you truly had a fortuitous opportunity, Fellow Daoist!"
Luo Hong chuckled, confirming one of his suspicions.
"Why envy others, Fellow Daoist Luo? Haven't you yourself avoided even the slightest ghostification?"
The Wooden Armor Man beside Sikong Yang said enviously, unable to hide the admiration in his eyes.
He was the other head of the Sikong Family. Because he cultivated the Path of Ghost Devouring, his entire body had already become neither human nor ghost.
Although Sikong Yang would be able to refine Returning Sun Pills for him in the future, they could only keep his condition from worsening and could not improve it in the slightest!
"Luo found several Rare Pills in his early years. After taking them, the evil ghosts within my body never caused a backlash again.
Unfortunately, each of these Ancient Pills becomes one fewer after being consumed. They cannot compare to Fellow Daoist Yang's alchemy skills."
Luo Hong immediately made up a story with a purpose in mind.
However, as soon as he said this, it piqued the interest of the Cultivator surnamed Chen, who immediately pressed him about the appearance of those Ancient Pills.
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Luo Hong immediately chose an ancient pill that greatly benefited both high-level cultivators and ghosts, then began describing it bit by bit.
Time quickly passed, and before they knew it, it was time for the ceremony to officially begin.
The Cultivator surnamed Chen was quite cooperative and stopped asking questions in advance.
As soon as the time arrived, Sikong Yang suddenly made his move, condensing an enormous Crimson Fireball above his head. Using its yang fire aura, he dispersed the cold yin chill within the karst cave.
Though the Sikong Family cultivators present felt a slight prickling pain on their skin, their