"This—"
The moment Daoist Miaofa saw it, his expression changed. He hurriedly took medicinal powder from his robes and sprinkled it over Daoist Hongyuan's wound, then frowned and asked, "Did Qizhenzi do this?!"
Before Daoist Hongyuan could answer.
Chen Jichuan raised a brow and spoke first. "So Fellow Daoist Hongyuan also encountered that puppet giant ghost's assassination attempt!"
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Daoist Hongyuan and Daoist Miaofa turned to look at Chen Jichuan at the same time.
"You two may not know this, but three days ago—"
A heaviness weighed on Chen Jichuan's heart as he took out the fragments of the wooden puppet he had chopped apart that night. Every piece had been made from thousand-year-old jujube wood, hard in texture and capable of nourishing souls and yin ghosts.
They were perfect for empowering spells and driving them to harm others.
Chen Jichuan brought out the jujube wood fragments.
Then he recounted what had happened that night.
"That's right."
"It was that giant ghost."
After hearing him out, Daoist Hongyuan still felt lingering fear. "I was cultivating that night. Had I not been alert, I would have been killed by a hidden arrow long ago. Even though I avoided the vital spot, this arm was nearly crippled."
As he spoke.
He looked at Chen Jichuan again and clicked his tongue. "That giant ghost was formidable. This old Daoist failed to capture it and could only frighten it away. Fellow Daoist, on the other hand, was truly fierce—you actually cut it down."
"Fellow Daoist Jichuan is accomplished in both letters and arms, a great talent of the age!"
Daoist Miaofa praised him from the side as well.
"You two flatter me."
Chen Jichuan waved a hand and returned to the main matter. "I used a secret technique to observe Divine Communion