The second day came.
The fourth day since he had been struck by the Plowhead Curse.
Chen Jichuan woke once more and opened his eyes—
Ban Zhua, Ban Ya, Jin Shenggu, Sun Sihai, and the two Daoists, Hongyuan and Miaofa, were all gathered before his bed.
Only, the latter two looked terrible: one was pale-faced, the other deathly white, their breathing unsteady. Their injuries clearly had yet to heal.
"Chen is ashamed."
"I have implicated you two Daoist brothers."
Supported into a sitting position by Sun Sihai, Chen Jichuan looked at the listless Miaofa and Hongyuan and felt deeply guilty.
This time, he had become overconfident.
He had thought that after attaining the Transformative Force Realm, and making further progress in the Five-Ghost Yin Soldier Method, he could wipe out Divine Communion Temple and kill Qizhenzi.
Who could have imagined it?
Once Qizhenzi got serious, a single Plowhead Curse had left him helpless. It had even tormented Miaofa and Hongyuan until they were frazzled and badly depleted.
With such cultivation, such ability—
What did he have to fight with?
"Everyone has the right to execute evil demons and Outer Dao heretics."
"Qizhenzi is cunning and vicious. Fellow Daoist, you too are a victim."
Daoist Miaofa was somewhat weak, his voice lacking strength, yet he forced himself to say, "This old Daoist's cultivation is insufficient, and I failed to break that evil art. But yesterday, I already sent word to several old friends in the north. Every one of them is among the foremost experts of our Dao Sect. When they arrive in a few days, they will certainly be able to break Qizhenzi's Plowhead Curse!"
Under heaven, Daoism and Buddhism stood as two great divisions.
The Dao Sect had no shortage of powerful experts.
It was hardly strange for there