Getting a positive reply from the middle-aged man, Gu Changsheng couldn't help but worry again, "The Tribe of Misfortune... although using them well benefits us more than it harms, if we don't use them properly, we will inevitably suffer their backlash."
Gu Changsheng's tone revealed his worry.
He had foreseen a calamity for Qintian Tower, initially believing it would fall upon Ye Kunlun, given the bad blood between them.
Moreover, Nangong Yunshao's broken engagement with Ye Kunlun ensured that their conflict was irreconcilable.
However, upon hearing the middle-aged man mention the Tribe of Misfortune, Gu Changsheng could not help but be concerned.
In Gu Changsheng's opinion, the Tribe of Misfortune was far more terrifying than Ye Kunlun. Once entangled, it was incredibly difficult to escape.
He had to consider Qintian Tower.
"You still don't trust the Witch God?" the middle-aged man asked, seeing Gu Changsheng's worry, and patted his shoulder. "With the Witch God's power, even the Tribe of Misfortune in its prime would have to submit."
The Witch God, hearing the hidden meaning in the middle-aged man's words, withdrew his thoughts, shook his head, and replied, "Of course, I trust the Witch God's power."
Although Gu Changsheng's transaction with the Witch God was facilitated by the middle-aged man before him, he did not trust the latter.
Therefore, Gu Changsheng had to be cautious in his words and actions to avoid being exploited by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled, "We've known each other for so many years, and you're still so wary of me. It truly breaks my heart."
Gu Changsheng maintained a calm expression and replied, "Be careful with everything when you go north this time. If you need any help from the Tribe of Misfortune, contact me in advance."
"Understood!"
The middle-aged man put away the painting and said, "Alright, there's no time to waste. I'm leaving now!!"
With that, the middle-aged man departed the small building.
Gu Changsheng watched the direction of his disappearance, a faint divine light flashing in his eyes, the Taiji symbol faintly visible.
"Ye Kunlun, is it really you?" Gu Changsheng murmured to himself.
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After leaving the small building, Ye Kunlun did not immediately return to Wujian Prison to study the eyes. Instead, he headed directly to the hiding place of the Wu Jiuming siblings.
In a dilapidated small courtyard, Wu Jiuming was simmering medicine.
Sensing someone approaching, Wu Jiuming became vigilant, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Upon seeing that it was Ye Kunlun, he quickly bowed, "My Lord, you are here."
"Mmm," Ye Kunlun responded, "How is your injury?"
"It's much better," Wu Jiuming replied.
"My Lord," Wu Lingxiang heard Ye Kunlun's voice and hurried out of the house.
Last time, Ye Kunlun had come and intended to use the lingering spirit to try and dispel the curse within Wu Lingxiang. However, Wu Lingxiang's physical condition was still quite poor.
Ye Kunlun then prescribed a formula for her, instructing Wu Jiuming to decoct medicine daily for Wu Lingxiang.
Concurrently, Ye Kunlun placed the broken bell on Wu Lingxiang and instructed her to drip a drop of her vital essence onto the bell every morning, noon, and evening.
When Ye Kunlun performed his magic again, the broken bell and Wu Lingxiang would be mentally connected, increasing the probability of success.
"How have you been feeling these past two days?" Ye Kunlun asked.
"I feel much better," Wu Lingxiang said, looking at Ye Kunlun with gratitude. "Moreover, I've established a connection with this bell; I feel it's somewhat extraordinary."
"Oh?" Ye Kunlun was somewhat surprised.
He had not expected Wu Lingxiang to establish a connection with the broken bell so quickly.
The broken bell obtained from Wan Bao Zhai was actually a先天灵宝 (Xiantian Lingbao - Innate Spiritual Treasure). Ye Kunlun had noticed it the moment he saw it.
Although the spiritual energy within the bell was almost depleted, there was a residual spirit inside.
Spiritual treasures also had grades.
There were post-natal spiritual treasures, innate spiritual treasures, and the legendary divine-grade spiritual treasures, also known as divine artifacts.
Once a spiritual treasure developed sentience, it would become an innate spiritual treasure with a spirit, and its power would increase exponentially.
However, it was extremely difficult for ordinary spiritual treasures to develop a spirit.
Firstly, there was the limitation of the innate material itself. Once a spirit was born, the material of the spiritual treasure was insufficient to bear the spirit's power.
At this point, high-grade materials would need to be added to reforge the spiritual treasure.
This was unless the spiritual treasure's grade was already close to that of an innate spiritual treasure.
Secondly, for a spiritual treasure to develop a spirit, it required immense fortune and opportunity.
The birth of a spirit in a spiritual treasure was far more difficult than human cultivation.
"This is an Innate Spiritual Treasure. You can try to repair its spirit," Ye Kunlun said to Wu Lingxiang with a smile, concealing his surprise.
Upon hearing that the bell Ye Kunlun had given her was a valuable Innate Spiritual Treasure, Wu Lingxiang was momentarily at a loss.
"My Lord, an Innate Spiritual Treasure is too precious."
Wu Lingxiang took out the bell, intending to return it to Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun had saved her and her brother's lives and was now treating her injuries. She couldn't possibly accept such a precious Innate Spiritual Treasure from Ye Kunlun.
"This thing is of no use to me. You can make better use of it than I can," Ye Kunlun waved his hand.
"My Lord wants you to keep it, so keep it," Wu Jiuming instructed his sister.
Then, he vowed to Ye Kunlun, "In any case, my life belongs to you, My Lord. Whatever you ask me to do in the future, I will do."
"Brother, my life was also saved by My Lord. I am the same as Brother; whatever My Lord asks me to do, I will do."
Wu Lingxiang put away the broken bell. A touch of girlish shyness graced her slightly tanned face.
"I'll first try to expel the curse from your body."
Even without Wu Jiuming and Wu Lingxiang saying it, Ye Kunlun could see that the siblings were people who knew how to repay kindness.
"After this is done, I truly have something I need you to investigate for me in the Witch Clan."
Ye Kunlun wanted Wu Jiuming and Wu Lingxiang to help him determine if the stone statue was the Witch God of the Witch Clan.
"Don't worry, I'll find a way to conceal your aura. Coupled with your Thousand Shadow Technique, even if you stand before Gu Changsheng, he shouldn't recognize you."
Ye Kunlun said to Wu Jiuming.
"Even if I have to go through fire and water, I will help My Lord complete the task. Let my sister stay in the capital; I will go alone."
Wu Jiuming was worried about Wu Lingxiang and felt that her being by Ye Kunlun's side was the safest.
"Brother."
"Sister, be obedient."
Wu Jiuming interrupted Wu Lingxiang. "You stay in the capital. If My Lord needs anything, you can help promptly."
"Alright, it's settled then." Ye Kunlun smiled helplessly as he watched them worry about each other. "Your constitution is too weak; it's indeed not suitable for long journeys."
"Then, I'll listen to My Lord!"
Only then did Wu Lingxiang agree to stay in the capital.
Subsequently, Ye Kunlun began to help Wu Lingxiang expel the curse within her. With the assistance of the broken bell, the outcome was smoother than Ye Kunlun had anticipated.
However, as it was nearing completion, the curse power within Wu Lingxiang suddenly backlashed!
At this very moment, a red glow shot out from Ye Kunlun's ring and directly entered the broken bell.
Ding Ling——
The broken bell, missing its clapper, actually rang.