Jiang Che first checked Zhang Erguo's injuries.
Senior Brother Guo'er was in terrible shape and would not wake up anytime soon, but at least his life appeared to be out of danger.
He reached out to straighten Zhang Erguo's disheveled robes and murmured, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhang Erguo had rendered a great service. His arrival had come at a crucial moment; otherwise, all their efforts today would truly have come to nothing.
His strength was still a little lacking, though, and he had not been in good condition. Had he been able to hold them off longer, things would have gone even better. Jiang Che might not even have needed to unleash that last strand of [primordial origin first spirit].
Still, there was little point in finding fault. Without the brief respite he had bought them, they might already have been finished.
After moving Zhang Erguo into a room and settling him down, Jiang Che cautiously crept toward the Hall Department.
He had already done the difficult part. Although he could have chanted the sutra a little longer to weaken the evil spirit further, he judged that the three Qi Refining masters had already gained a decisive advantage. There was little need to keep at it.
It might even do more harm than good.
This concerned Jiang Che's own gains.
If that evil spirit truly was exhausted and doomed to defeat, could he seize this chance to reap a handsome reward?
The most important prize, naturally, was transmigration energy.
How much transmigration energy could something at the Qi Refining level provide?
Surely a generous amount.
Jiang Che's gains for the day were already quite respectable.
While searching for Puxin, they had been ambushed by the soldiers who had become Converted Evil Monks, only to turn the tables