Qingxuan froze. "Giving?"
Fu Ze said, "That's right. He was practicing Dharma Giving for dozens of mortal beggar children. He did it extremely well. By the time we caught up, several of the beggars had already reached Qi Refining Second Layer, and more than half had drawn qi into their bodies."
Qingxuan frowned slightly. "There must be some deeper purpose behind this. With what happened to his attendant and Long Junior Brother, how could he be in the mood for such things? Besides, he has already defected from the Zen Sect."
Fu Ze said, "That I don't know. Perhaps he was so grief-stricken that he used Dharma Giving to distract himself."
"No." Qingxuan began coughing again, bringing up large fragments of his internal organs. The residual Sword Intent in his body had yet to be completely removed, and now this Forbidden Curse had been placed on him as well. His body would collapse completely within a month.
Even at a time like this, he strove to remain calm. His tone was cool as he said, "Don't treat Xuanji as an ordinary fool. I made that mistake, and that is how I ended up like this."
Qingxuan paused before continuing, "Whatever his purpose in practicing Dharma Giving, Fu Ze, kill those beggar children."
Fu Ze froze. "They're only mortals, and even the strongest of them is only at Qi Refining, First Layer."
"Kill them," Qingxuan said firmly. "Giving is also a form of cultivation. I heard that Xuanji was recommended for admission by a Chan master named Ruoku. The more advanced Xuanji's cultivation becomes, the more Ruoku benefits. The Chan Sect's cultivation methods take countless forms. We cannot underestimate Xuanji's Dharma Giving."
Fu Ze understood at once. "You're the clever one, as always. Don't worry. I'll see it done."
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