He did not know how much time had passed.
"Fellow Daoist."
"Master Chen."
"Master Chen."
Chen Jichuan slowly woke. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Daoist Miaofa, Daoist Hongyuan, Jin Shenggu, Ban Zhua, and the others gathered before him.
At first, he was somewhat dazed.
"You—"
When he tried to rise, he discovered that his entire body felt as though it had fallen apart—
Weakness.
Pain.
In an instant, memories surged back like a tide, and only then did Chen Jichuan remember—
"I was struck by evil sorcery."
Once the words left his mouth,
his voice was hoarse to a frightening degree.
"Correct."
"Fellow Daoist was struck by Qizhenzi's 'Plowhead Technique.' This art is vicious and is also called the 'Seven-Day Death Curse.' An ordinary person will lose his life and have his soul scattered after being plowed just once. You have attained the Transformative Force Realm and possess a deep foundation, but if the curse cannot be lifted in time, your life force will still be extinguished after seven days!"
Daoist Miaofa's expression was grave.
At the side,
seeing Chen Jichuan somewhat stunned, Jin Shenggu spoke up. "Master Chen was ambushed with evil sorcery and notified his disciple before falling unconscious. After I arrived, I hurriedly sent Master Chen to Rao Mountain. Fortunately, Daoist Miaofa had miraculous medicine to treat him, and only then did he awaken."
"So that was it."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jichuan hurriedly bowed his hands to Daoist Miaofa. "Many thanks, Daoist Brother, for saving my life."
This calamity had truly caught him completely off guard.
The Circle-Light Technique had only just revealed the calamity when it was broken. The evil art had already attached itself to him, leaving him nowhere to flee.
Even if he hid back in reality and had this