Outside Lishan City, at the Cultivation Camp.
The clamor had come to an end.
Cultivators lay dead and wounded everywhere.
These cultivators had all been subjected to the Ghost Daoist's Dao Heart Planting Demon, slaughtering one another until they died.
True Person Situ made a Derivation Calculation with his fingers, and used the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp to illuminate every corner of the camp. Only after confirming that there were no Demon Seeds left, and none of the Ghost Daoist's strange aura remained, did his expression ease slightly.
After that, the cultivators who had died miserably were laid in coffins.
The other cultivators, still shaken out of their wits, each rested and recovered.
Inside the room, True Person Situ's mind was unsettled as he frowned, pondering something.
A moment later, a figure suddenly flashed, and Bai Qingcheng, dressed all in white, burst through the door. The moment she opened her mouth, she said:
"Senior Situ, I have a matter for which I ask your help."
Bai Qingcheng looked anxious.
True Person Situ was startled, then frowned, guessing that this matter was certainly no small thing.
A moment later, he followed Bai Qingcheng into a secret chamber within the camp. When he saw Mr. Zhuang lying inside, his aura nearly dissipated to nothing, his heart gave an even harder "thump."
"This..."
True Person Situ pointed at Mr. Zhuang, his finger trembling slightly.
"The Return Ruins Map was seized by the Ghost Daoist. My Senior Martial Brother's vitality is draining away, and his life hangs by a thread. I beg you, Senior, save my Senior Martial Brother's life!" Bai Qingcheng pleaded earnestly.
True Person Situ smiled bitterly.
Was this a question of whether he would save him or not...
"True Person Bai, I am no Alchemist..."
"An Alchemist cannot save him."
"Then..."