By the time Wenren Qingtang realized something was wrong with the gourd, it was already too late. A moment earlier, it had been lying quietly in his hand without so much as a twitch. Who could have imagined that the next instant, it would shoot skyward like a rocket, flying out of his palm?
The Ugly Gourd hovered in midair, as though mocking Su Jiu and the others.
Seeing this, Wenren Qingtang reached to put the Ugly Gourd away, but to his surprise, it nimbly dodged his hand.
He could not help furrowing his brow, seemingly about to force the Ugly Gourd back. At this, it stopped fleeing and instead began shaking violently in midair.
Wenren Qingtang's gaze sharpened, and Su Jiu's expression grew increasingly grave. She felt that her earlier premonition was about to come true.
Sure enough, before Wenren Qingtang could retrieve the gourd, it popped its own stopper. At the same time, a vast surge of pure spiritual qi burst forth, spreading unchecked.
The surrounding black yin resentful qi began rushing toward the gourd.
Before long, all the yin resentful qi around them had been sucked dry. By all rights, this ought to have been a good thing.
But did you know that stifling frustration when a good deed went wrong? That was exactly how Su Jiu and Wenren Qingtang felt now.
Because the gourd's pure spiritual qi had not merely cleansed the surrounding black miasma-it had also drawn the attention of the Female Ghost, who had been in the throes of madness!
Perhaps the interruption had even restored some of the Female Ghost's reason. And once her reason returned, the unluckiest person was undoubtedly Su Jiu.
Sure enough, the moment the Female Ghost clearly saw Su Jiu beneath the gourd, she transformed into a cloud of