As soon as Master finished speaking, everyone present looked toward the courtyard.
At a glance, the courtyard outside was already filled with ghostly qi. Though no ghosts could be seen, evil entities were clearly approaching.
I was in too much pain to speak, while Uncle Yu was still chanting.
Aunt Tang suddenly spoke to Master:
"Old Song, I'll go outside and drive off these evil entities so they don't come in here and cause trouble..."
Master supported me.
"Alright!"
After hearing that, Aunt Tang turned and headed outside.
Meanwhile, Uncle Yu and Tian Yong continued brewing the soup.
The pitch-black soup bubbled continuously, giving off a pale yellow vapor...
Though the pain eased somewhat beneath the vapor's fumigation, it was still unbearable. My entire body felt as though it were being torn apart.
I finally understood why Grandpa had used his Eight Characters to suppress my fate.
Even now, I possessed cultivation, and I had endured many bloody battles and brushes with death. My mind and body had long since surpassed those of ordinary people.
Yet even I could not withstand this pain. If it had been the old me, the backlash might have tortured me to death.
But my fate had to be decided by me. I had to take control of it myself.
No matter how much it hurt, no matter how difficult it was, I had to endure...
I clenched the wooden stick in my mouth so hard that it creaked.
The Four Misfortune Qi inside me remained difficult to suppress, churning like raging seas as if they were about to tear me apart.
For the first time, I felt just how uncontrollable and violent the Four Misfortune Qi within me were.
At the same time, sounds of fighting rose from outside the small courtyard.
Ghostly wails