Ten days later.
True Martial Heaven.
Inside a dilapidated Daoist temple near Cloud Cottage Mountain.
Sun Bing, the alchemist whom Palace Master Yun Shiliu had invited to treat Xu Chengling, shook his head and sighed.
"Xu Chengling may seem to have lost only an eye to the Lord of the Nether Palace, but in truth, he also lost thirty percent of his fortune and thirty percent of his cultivation talent."
Beside him, Yun Shiliu immediately frowned and asked:
"Elder Sun, could you explain more clearly?"
Sun Bing rose to his feet and drew a deep breath.
"In other words, even with Daoist Taiping's Heaven-Replenishing Book seal keeping Xu Chengling from being devoured by the Nether Lord's Taotie power..."
"Both Xu Chengling's cultivation talent and his fortune will fall far short of what they once were."
Yun Shiliu froze at his words, then bit her lip.
"Elder Sun, is there no way to remedy this?"
Sun Bing nodded.
"There is."
Joy lit up Yun Shiliu's face as she asked:
"What way?"
Sun Bing's expression was grave.
"Kill the Nether Lord."
At those words, Yun Shiliu's heart turned cold.
The Nether Lord was such a powerful being. How could he be killed so easily?
Sun Bing, too, looked helpless as he said:
"What a pity to lose such a promising seedling."
With that, he waved a hand at Yun Shiliu.
"Palace Master Yun, I still have something to ask Daoist Taiping, so I won't stay any longer."
Yun Shiliu nodded.
"Sorry for the trouble, Elder Sun."
After Elder Sun left, Xu Chengling, who lay on the sickbed, suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to get up.
Seeing this, Yun Shiliu immediately helped him sit up.
"My disciple, your injuries are too severe. You had best not get up for now."
Xu