Chapter 34: The Young Master’s Grave Illness
Shao Laoye’s face lit up with joy, and he quickly offered his thanks. Hu Fu, smug with confidence, shot the others a proud look before stepping forward first. He carefully examined Shao Xian on the bed and indeed saw faint black mists of evil energy surrounding him. Without hesitation, he pulled out a talisman and began chanting an incantation.
Soon a wave of heat swept through the room, the temperature suddenly rising. But it lasted barely three seconds before cooling back down again.
“Huh?!” Hu Fu froze. He checked Shao Xian again, but the young man’s complexion remained unchanged, and the evil aura had not diminished at all. “How can this be?” By rights, the talisman should have expelled the evil aura and restored the young man’s vitality. Yet he still looked as sickly as before, with no signs of recovery.
“Hahaha! Seems Daoist Hu’s cultivation isn’t deep enough!” A Daoist surnamed Wang sneered from the side. Apparently, Hu Fu had mocked him before, and now that he was embarrassed, Wang was delighted. He stepped forward and, with feigned modesty, squeezed him aside. “Why not let this poor Daoist try instead?”
Hu Fu, furious but helpless at his failure, had no choice but to step aside.
Daoist Wang produced a magical tool for exorcism and chanted for a long while. The tool emitted a faint white light that enveloped Shao Xian—but again, there was no reaction.
“How is this possible!” Wang stared in disbelief, unable to accept that even spiritual light couldn’t expel the evil aura.
“Hmph, you’re no better than I am,” Hu Fu quickly shot back with sarcasm.
But the rest of the cultivators’ expressions turned grave. If even spiritual tools couldn’t drive away the aura, then this was no ordinary possession. One after another, they stepped forward, trying their own methods: talismans, magical artifacts, arrays, even full ritual ceremonies.