"That's right..." Xie Bi'an nodded helplessly. "Who knows what method Chi Ghost used, but he actually refined and absorbed that devil blood... Lady Houtu originally wanted to ask you for a solution, but when she found you, she couldn't remember it anymore..."
Something about that didn't sound right to Du Yu, so he asked the Seventh Master, "But why did you end up fighting? Isn't it a good thing if Chi Ghost refined the devil blood?"
"If only things were really that simple..." Xie Bi'an said weakly. "Although Chi Ghost's strength increased enormously, he couldn't subdue the power of the devil blood in such a short time. It turned on him and corrupted his mind. Lady Houtu had no choice but to intervene, but she never expected his cultivation to approach the realm of a great Luo golden immortal. The old woman had no choice but to ascend to the ranks of a Great Power before she could suppress him..."
"Good grief... she had no choice but to ascend to the ranks of a Great Power?"
Du Yu thought that Lady Houtu really was just as the Queen Mother of the West had described her. Almost all her cultivation had been devoted to suppressing the effects of Meng Po Soup. She could actually become one of the Immortal Realm's Great Powers on a whim—a realm countless Immortals couldn't reach even after thousands upon thousands of years of cultivation.
"So Lady Houtu overexerted herself and ended up losing her memory completely?" Du Yu frowned at Xie Bi'an. "Then she attacked you without even hearing you out?"
"You can't really say she didn't hear us out. She did ask us who she was..." Xie Bi'an looked deeply troubled, whether because his injuries were too severe or his mood was too foul. "No