"Just as I thought, these cultivators who have only just entered the Jade Pool's third layer are the least wary."
The hunched demonic Daoist looked at the four corpses lying side by side on the lotus leaf and nodded in satisfaction.
These four were, of course, Xu Taiping and his companions.
But even in his dreams, the demonic Daoist might never have imagined that, despite choosing the cultivators for his sacrifice so cautiously, he would still fail today.
Lying on the lotus leaf, Mo Qingzhu said with some excitement:
"Look, this demonic Daoist really hasn't noticed anything amiss!"
Qu Chao Ci also breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It seems your friend's methods worked, Daoist Taiping."
Xu Taiping, too, was filled with feeling:
As expected, a deity like the Blade of Guicang has uses far beyond simply concealing one's aura.
Old Daoist Huang, who had already returned to the gourd, seemed to sense what Xu Taiping was thinking and said in a voice full of regret:
"Xu Taiping, letting the Blade of Guicang fall into your hands truly was casting a heavenly treasure into the dust. I just checked-in all these years, you haven't let it eat its fill even once."
Xu Taiping gave a wry chuckle and secretly sent a voice transmission:
"I've made a fool of myself before you, Elder Huang."
Only today had he learned that a deity capable of severing karma, like the Blade of Guicang, needed to be fed with karma and fortune.
According to Old Daoist Huang,
because his Blade of Guicang had never been nourished by the power of fortune, not only could it not display its rightful power, but if this continued, it might even fall into slumber.
Old Daoist Huang sounded somewhat weary as he continued:
"But this time, I