Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

"Amitabha!"

Master Qiku pressed his palms together and replied, "As long as Benefactor keeps this in mind, that is sufficient."

Chen Qing deliberated briefly, then asked, "Master, regarding the Blood Bodhi matter, when do you need this junior to find it?"

Qiku's fingers continued turning the prayer beads as he responded calmly, "For this poor monk, the sooner the better, naturally. However, karmic opportunities cannot be forced. Benefactor should act within your means. This poor monk believes that Benefactor Chen is a man of his word. Having agreed, you will certainly not leave this poor monk waiting in vain."

"This junior will do his utmost."

Chen Qing nodded, then asked, "Master, I've noticed that the malevolent qi in this prison seems more subdued and calm than it was some time ago. Has the source been completely suppressed?"

Upon hearing this, Qiku said, "Malevolent qi is like the tide, with ebbs and flows. The previous purification only temporarily calmed its restlessness, allowing it to settle into dormancy for now. Yet its roots run deep, like subterranean fire. It may appear extinguished, but undercurrents surge beneath, ready to rise again at any moment. The true trouble has not..."

Before he could finish, his brow suddenly furrowed tightly, and the hand holding the prayer beads stopped abruptly.

Qiku turned his head sharply, gazing toward the tunnel leading to the deeper reaches of the prison depths. A trace of gravity swept across his face, as if he had sensed a subtle change.