After sealing Chi Yuanqing's meridians and acupoints, Lu Feng used an obscure technique to implant several spiritual patterns into him.
Ordinary acupoint-sealing restraints were clearly unable to suppress the Demonic Nature within him. Only the Pao Xi Dragon Control Art, which took the lead in controlling it, might have some effect and barely impose some restrictions.
At the very least, even if his Demonic Nature flared up one day and broke through the seals, the restraints left within him might still be able to limit him to some extent, preventing what had happened before from occurring again.
But this was ultimately only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. To completely remove the hidden danger of this Demonic Nature, it all came down to Chi Yuanqing himself.
Moreover, the worm lodged near his soul pill had only eaten half of it, yet it had already caused such a transformation. If that strange little worm were to devour the entire soul pill, it was difficult to imagine what state Chi Yuanqing would fall into.
At present, although Chi Yuanqing's inner aura had stabilized under the segmented suppression and control of Lu Feng's Pao Xi Dragon Control Art, his dragon-claw-like mutated hand had yet to return to normal. From up close, it looked as though it had been scorched by fire. Beneath its ugly, muddy-lava-like surface wafted a burnt stench.
"Urgh..." Chi Yuanqing lay on the ground in a grotesque posture, adapting to the pain brought by the devastation that terrifying power had wrought upon his meridians.
If Xiong Yuan's meridians felt as though they were burning hot at this moment, then Chi Yuanqing felt as though shards of ice had seeped into his blood vessels. Even breathing sent agonizing pain through his entire body.
"S-Sect Leader..."
Enduring the pain throughout his