Tracking the Trail
No matter what Yu Ci thought of Miao Xiang's tolerance, the task of rebuilding the Ghost Pool had ultimately fallen to him. To him, it was no problem at all—or rather, almost no one was better suited to this work than he was.
The Lunar Restraint Ghost Art he performed through the Taiyin Banner had marvelous effects when it came to commanding yin entities. After forming his Natal Gold Talisman, Yu Ci could also borrow the baleful stellar power of the White Tiger. Ordinary vicious ghosts and yin entities could be kneaded flat or round at his whim. With all these factors combined, rebuilding the Ghost Pool and refining its yin-baleful aura was as easy for him as reaching into a bag for something.
Over the next stretch of time, Yu Ci spent only about half an hour each day on this matter. The rest of his time was his own, and he had it quite easy.
The reason he did not keep at it longer was that Miao Xiang's endurance was limited after all. As the yin-baleful aura grew ever more refined, the ghostfire it triggered became increasingly fierce. Though her will was strong and she was improving day by day, the time she could endure within the Ghost Pool was steadily shrinking. Naturally, the reconstruction of the Ghost Pool, tailored entirely to her, had to follow her condition.
In truth, Yu Ci was somewhat suspicious. At this rate, wouldn't this beautiful nun's so-called "detoxification" soon be a complete success?
A few days earlier, he had asked Shadow Ghost about it. This so-called "witch poison" was rather forced if called a toxin. More accurately, it was the rejection that arose spontaneously within the body when someone who cultivated witchcraft switched to another art of immortality.
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