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The Great Ginger Royal Family truly left Qi Xiaomian at a loss for words. He asked again, "Where did that book you gave me come from? Have you practiced it?"
"I picked up a few things," came the reply.
"You are quite alert; the book was obtained from the Cursed Dragon, along with the Method for restoration. It appeared suddenly one day, but as for who provided it, I have no idea. I have never seen them," Phantom said with a self-deprecating smile. "I barely have a breath left; how could I be qualified to know?"
Having gathered the necessary information, the group quietly left the Taoist temple. Phantom entered the Immortal Statue, and at that moment, the ground shook once more. The hall remained eerily quiet, as if it had settled down.
In the inn, everyone sat together in relative silence. Huo Qi laughed heartily, "Is worrying of any use? It's just a Wyrm that has awakened but is still injured; we can only give it our all."
Despite his words, even with only a few days left, no one suggested letting the children leave first. With the Cursed Dragon filled with hatred about to emerge, there was no safe place to be found.
In the following days, the movements of the Cursed Dragon beneath the capital affected the mortals above. The people in the city became increasingly irritable under its influence of hatred and malice, leading to constant brawls, especially among Cult factions.
The Common Faith and Baekje Sect bore old grudges against each other. In just two days, casualties within the Cult reached nine, with Niu Dali and Ding Shoudao personally getting involved.
The pain brought Niu Dali a few moments of clarity; he had once knocked on the Taoist temple's door seeking help, but Phantom ignored him.
One morning, Niu Dali was found dead at the temple's entrance, his body brutally mutilated. His lifeless eyes stared blankly at the temple, refusing to close. Ding Shoudao lived only two days longer than Niu Dali before meeting his end in another conflict.
In the capital, rivers of blood flowed during the day. By nightfall, miraculously, the stained ground returned to its original state; by the next morning, only dried blood and corpses remained.
The stench of blood and malice rising from underground grew stronger. Under the sunlight, another round of slaughter began anew.
Now, aside from the palace, only the inn remained stable in the city. Anyone who caused trouble inside would be thrown out onto the streets by Qi Xiaomian and others.
As for rescue? Was it even possible?
Slaying the Cursed Dragon was of utmost importance.
However, Qi Xiaomian still found time to send out informants from Great Jing within the city and personnel from Sun Rongniang's inn.
Xiao Zan did not allow anyone to stay behind either; they were all sent away together.
Before leaving, Xiao Han asked, "Is there any way we can help?"
Qi Xiaomian sighed inwardly, uncertain if he would survive this battle. He also had no idea how many days the group he had sent away would last.
However, seeing the fear that everyone was trying hard to conceal in their eyes, he quickly assigned them some tasks. "Move faster," he urged. "Have Great Jing notify the Demon Catching Sect and Exceptional Individuals to come and assist us. Additionally, arrange for some people to head out to sea as soon as possible. The more we can send, the better; every person who can escape is one less burden."
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