Late at night, Bai Mengjin was sitting cross-legged on the couch, and the parasol emerged from her inner palace.
Under the influence of the demonic energy, the umbrella automatically lifted up and hung in mid-air. A woman wearing a fancy dress slowly appeared.
Compared with when she was alive, Hu Erniang's expression was dull, her eyes were dull, and her body was stiff.
"Senior." Bai Mengjin called.
After a while, Hu Erniang responded: "I'm here."
Affected by the ice toad poison, her soul was severely damaged. After being warmed in the yin-yang umbrella for a few days, she could barely regain its shape.
Bai Mengjin said: "In your situation, if you want to survive, you can only turn to ghost cultivation. Do you know the corresponding techniques?"
Hu Erniang sighed silently, and finally some emotion appeared on her dull face: "I know something."
"Then I won't have anything to do. This yin-yang umbrella is best for warming up the yin souls. Senior is just practicing hard."
Hu Erniang nodded slightly, feeling very sad.
She, a cultivator of spiritual transformation, was actually tricked into such a situation by a Nascent Soul. What is even more sad is that my daughter lost her life because of such an ungrateful villain. It is not worth it.
However, ashes return to dust, Fang Xucheng is now dead, and all grudges are over, leaving only irreparable regrets.
Seeing her like this, Bai Mengjin felt uncomfortable and said slowly: "I said I was going to Minghe that day, not to deceive my seniors. The deaths of the young sect leader's relatives are all related to Minghe. One day we have to find out what happened."
Hu Erniang said calmly: "I know. I watched Achou fall into the Ming River with my own eyes. I knew that the possibility of survival was slim, but I wanted to take a look. Besides, Ling Xianjun's whereabouts are unknown. As the son of a human being, the young sect leader must be unwilling to accept it."
"It's good that seniors can understand. However, our strength is still weak, and it may take a long time. You also need to recover, so we all need to be patient and wait for that day."
Hu Erniang had no objection and asked, "Have you brought back my Sumeru Ring?"
Bai Mengjin responded yes. The elders of the Wuji Sect would not compete with the young sect leader, so Hu Erniang's Sumeru Ring and Fang Xucheng's belongings were all in her hands.
Hu Erniang told her the magic formula to open it and said: "I borrowed your treasures to live in, and these things should be considered as repayments."
Bai Mengjin thanked her. When it comes to resources, she has no shortage of them now that she has entered Wuji Sect, but as a cultivator of gods, Hu Erniang possesses magic weapons that cannot be bought with money.
Hu Erniang returned to the umbrella, and Bai Mengjin planned to end today's practice and go to bed. No matter how high your cultivation level is, sleep is still the best way to rest.
As soon as the person lay down, a tinkling bell rang.
Bai Mengjin sat up suddenly, and in a flash, he pushed open the door connected to the main room in the middle.
There was only one dim light in the room, and she caught sight of Ling Bufei falling beside the bed.
He shrank into a ball, with cold sweat on his forehead, and was completely unconscious.
Soon, Baili Xu and the boy serving here broke in.
"Master!"
Bai Mengjin helped Ling Bufei back to bed with the help of Baili Xu.
"Is this a demonic attack?" she asked.
Baili Xu nodded, unable to hide the anxiety on his face: "The demonic energy in the young master's body will become restless once every few months."
"How did you do it in the past?"
"Notify the sect leader and send an elder to take care of him, then take some painkilling pills and wait for the Demon Suppressing Cauldron to suppress the demonic energy back."
Bai Mengjin understood. In short, it was to let him recover on his own.
Baili Xu had already taken out the pills and stuffed them into Ling Bufei's mouth.
"Okay, you guys stay outside the door and leave it to me."
Baili Xu hesitated: "Miss Bai..."
"You can't help anyway."
These words were harsh but true. Baili Xu finally went out obediently.
Bai Mengjin sat behind Ling Bufei, raised his palm and pressed it on the back of his heart, and the true energy poured into his body.
The manic demonic energy was fighting against the Demon-Suppressing Cauldron. His cultivation in the divine transformation stage was really powerful. Bai Mengjin did not dare to confront him head-on, but only comforted him from the side. Under her leadership, the true energy in Ling Bufei's body began to circulate. This huge amount of mana supported the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, and soon suppressed the demonic energy.
Ling Bufei woke up faintly and called out hesitantly: "Mengjin?"
"It's me." Bai Mengjin asked him while continuing to comb, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes." Ling Bufei felt that the magic power in his body was awakening. At this time, he truly possessed the cultivation level of a god-transforming monk. His originally limited spiritual consciousness extended out and explored the room, covering Jinghong Zhaoying, and then the main peak... …
Ling Yungao, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, but before he could react, the consciousness moved away.
Then he "saw" Yang Xiangtian's escaping light falling on the illuminating platform, and walked over here. He seemed to be aware of his own consciousness and stopped midway.
Baili Xu came over and explained the situation to him.
The demonic energy slowly calmed down and retracted into each acupuncture point. Bai Mengjin did not stop, but turned into a yin and yang umbrella and opened it. The umbrella surface began to rotate, and the two qi of the spirit and the demon merged, slowly drawing out the demonic qi from his acupuncture points one after another...
Ling Bufei became excited. He remembered what Bai Mengjin said. She said that she could try to get rid of the evil spirit, and maybe she could make him a normal person.
But she only pumped for a little bit and then stopped, closed the umbrella, and took it back to the inner palace.
"What's wrong?" he asked, "Is there too much demonic energy in my body?"
Bai Mengjin spoke slowly: "There is something I need to make clear to you."
"What?"
"I can extract the demonic energy from your body, but your acupuncture points have been demonized and there is no way to store and operate the true energy like normal people do, so..."
Ling Bufei's expression froze: "So I can't be cured?"
He quickly understood and his mind sank a little bit: "No wonder, when I brought you back, none of the elders mentioned this matter. If I can be cured, then the future structure of Wuji Sect will change. How could they? Indifferent?"
In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that he, the young sect master, would never be able to take up his position. This decision was originally made to support him, one to thank his mother and grandfather for their achievements, and the other to protect the Demon Suppressing Cauldron in his body.
If he gets better and has the blessing of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, then the position of sect leader is the best choice. But he can't get better...
Ling Bufei was extremely sad. He once thought that he had no hope, so he didn't think much about it. Ever since he met her, he thought he had hope, but he didn't expect...
"No." Bai Mengjin interrupted his random thoughts, "Of course you can be cured, it just requires some special means."
"Huh?" Ling Bufei was halfway sad and couldn't continue his emotions for a while.
"There are two directions. One is to replace your acupuncture points with something else, like a prosthetic limb; the other is to use drugs to stimulate the regrowth of the demonized acupuncture points." Bai Mengjin gave him a roll of his eyes, "Both methods require the same materials. It's not an ordinary treasure, it's very hard to find. I'm telling you, I just hope you can be patient. What are you thinking about?"
