Disaster Springs from the Mouth

"Senior Brother Wu Chao is hurt so badly. Don't you have even the slightest means of healing him?"

"I'm not Zou Bugui!"

Within the Five Ghost Yin Wind Sword Formation, Wu Chao had been wounded, but Jin Chang was helpless. He could only watch as Wu Chao's life force steadily weakened.

The division of the Yin-Yang School's inheritance meant Jin Chang had no ability to heal injuries.

Jin Chang excelled at killing and control, but he was incapable of using any healing technique.

He shrugged, then could not help quietly urging Zhang Xuezhou again.

"He teaches me the cultivation technique for each stage when I reach it," Zhang Xuezhou replied softly. "If you're in a hurry, help me figure out how to advance. As long as I get the cultivation technique for the corresponding stage, I'll pass it on to you without holding anything back!"

"I've had eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck!"

Jin Chang's face was full of dismay. He reached up and scratched his head, making Venerable Wenhuang cry out in pain again and again.

"Why are you scratching my head so hard?" Venerable Wenhuang said aggrievedly. "I'm the one who's had eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck!"

"Who could be more unlucky than me? I'm the one who's had eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck!"

Hearing them, Hongku could not help letting out a long sigh.

"If possible, please tell me who's targeting me from behind the scenes, Venerable Wenhuang," Hongku asked, cupping his hands.

"I don't know who's targeting you," Venerable Wenhuang said, shaking his head. "In any case, I didn't do it!"

"You haven't heard even the slightest rumor?" Hongku asked, unwilling to give up.

"Who would go around announcing they'd done something like that?"

No one wanted to fall from a lofty position. After