Fortune born from misfortune was the sort of plot most seasoned Jianghu practitioners wouldn't count on.
So the silent Greedy Worms took some time to steady themselves and decide whether what they were feeling was real.
As a result, once they confirmed that the helplessly unstoppable loss of life had truly ceased—and that their own condition had even improved—the majority could no longer keep their emotions in check.
The small gathering place erupted with noise.
"That guy's stopped... His condition's a little strange, but he really isn't taking his own life—this is a ritual!"
Amid the commotion, the first words of any significance came from Tooth Choker, whose excitement was hard to contain.
"It's not like what we guided before, but it's a ritual that really works! Where did he get it?"
"It looks that way!"
The delighted crowd was instantly captivated, and agreement soon rang out.
"The return's even greater than I imagined..."
"I can't make sense of it at all, but it looks like we made the right choice back then..."
"My gains were substantial, too..."
"Incredible..."
"What's strange about it?"
As the saying went, good news lifted everyone's spirits. Amid the chorus of agreement, someone eagerly asked about Tooth Choker's comment.
"He's howling. It sounds strangely painful."
But the answer came not from Tooth Choker, but from another keen observer.
"...I heard something faintly, but it's still too indistinct."
The questioner acknowledged that, yet still looked toward Tooth Choker.
"Can you see what he's still doing?"
As with harm, the transmission of perception followed an order.
Feeling the joyful atmosphere, Fu Qian, watching from the sidelines, immediately understood why Tooth Choker's opinion carried so much weight.
He remembered when Great Fortune Ming King first sought out Jiang En. After leaving Jiang En's place, having gone there