I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

After Ji Mohan finished saying that, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile was a mixture of madness, relief and endless bitterness, as if he was laughing at the trick of fate, or mocking the ending he was about to face.

His laughter was abrupt and shrill, echoing in the quiet space and making people shudder.

However, the laughter did not last long and was soon drowned out by his new round of painful struggle.

He clenched his fists, his body twisted in intense pain, as if millions of bugs were gnawing at his body, making it impossible for him to escape this endless torture.

Zou Mubai and his fellow apprentices who were present were originally still immersed in Ji Mohan's shocking words, but at this moment they were all shocked by his laughter and the pain that followed, and they all stood there in a daze.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion, as if they had just heard a story from an Arabian Nights.

"What? The blood curse was cast using Junior Sister's blood?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in everyone's heart.

They looked at each other in disbelief, trying to find a hint of comfort or denial in each other's eyes, but the result only deepened their inner shock and grief.

Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen almost simultaneously turned their heads to look at Ying Qi who was lying on the ground, with unprecedentedly complicated expressions on their faces.

Surprise, heartache, anger...all these emotions intertwined together, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

They never imagined that the curse on Ying Qi was actually related to his junior sister.

Ying Qi lay quietly on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep coma.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and everyone's mood was extremely heavy.

"Ying Qi, you must hold on. I firmly believe that there is no curse in this world that cannot be solved. We will definitely find a way!" Fei Xiuwen's voice was filled with unquestionable firmness.

He almost rushed forward, knelt down beside Ying Qi, and desperately hugged the weak Ying Qi tightly in his arms.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced himself not to let them fall, because he knew that what Ying Qi needed more at this moment was strength and hope.

Ying Qi's body trembled with pain, and every breath seemed like a fight with death.

In his hazy consciousness, he felt the warmth and strength from his senior brother, and subconsciously grasped Fei Xiuwen's hand tightly. The force was so great that it almost crushed Fei Xiuwen's hand bones.

The back of Fei Xiuwen's hand was instantly cut by the power released unconsciously by Ying Qi, and blood stained his clothes red, but he didn't care. He just hugged Ying Qi back even harder, using his body to build a line of defense for him, trying to resist the erosion from the soul.

"It's all our fault. We were too negligent in the past and didn't care enough about you."

Fei Xiuwen blamed himself in his heart, and his tears finally couldn't be held back and fell on Ying Qi's pale cheeks, as if sharing his pain.

He thought of the pain Ying Qi had endured over the years, and felt an endless amount of guilt and heartache.

He looked up at Zou Mubai who was standing not far away, his eyes flashing with pleading and hope: "Brother, we can't just give up on Ying Qi! He has given so much to our sect and endured endless suffering for thousands of years. We can't just watch him being swallowed by the curse. You must find a way to save him, no matter what the cost!"

Zou Mubai's eyes were equally solemn and complicated.

He walked forward slowly, put his hand on Fei Xiuwen's shoulder, and gave him silent support: "Don't worry, Junior Brother, we will not give up on Ying Qi. I will use all my knowledge to find a way to lift this curse. At the same time, we must also find out who is behind all this and seek justice for Ying Qi."

After saying this, he turned around quickly, his eyes anxiously and expectantly falling on He Ronger, who was still immersed in shock, and his tone was filled with unquestionable urgency.

"Rong'er, hurry! We can't let Ying Qi suffer like this anymore, we must find a way to relieve his pain immediately!"

He Rong'er was suddenly brought back to reality by this call. She knew that every second at this moment was crucial. Without any hesitation, she quickly pulled out another more complex and delicate talisman from the storage bag she carried with her.

This talisman is different from any previous one. It exudes a faint green and fresh water vapor, and obviously contains deeper spiritual power.

He Ronger took a deep breath, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together gently, and began to mobilize the wood and water spiritual powers in her body.

Under her guidance, the two spiritual powers slowly gathered in her palm, and finally turned into a gentle and powerful energy flow, which she carefully injected into the talisman. The talisman seemed to feel the injection of this power, and the surface began to glow slightly, and the pattern became more vivid and bright.

After completing all this, He Ronger suddenly opened her eyes, with determination and firmness flashing in her eyes.

She raised her wrist, and the talisman seemed to be given life, drawing a graceful arc in the air and sticking accurately on Ying Qi's forehead.

The moment the talisman touched Ying Qi's skin, a warm and powerful spiritual energy wave burst out from the talisman, turning into a dazzling white light, instantly covering Ying Qi's entire head.

The white light contained the vitality of wood and the softness of water, like the healing power of nature, gently seeping into every cell of Ying Qi and soothing his spiritual world that was damaged by the curse.

As the white light gradually disappeared into Ying Qi's forehead, Ying Qi's originally pale face began to slowly regain its color, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, the pain on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a long-lost peace and tranquility.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

However, they all knew that this was only a temporary relief, and that other solutions needed to be found in order to completely remove the blood curse on Ying Qi.

He Ronger gently stroked Ying Qi's forehead to make sure the talisman was in perfect contact with her. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, including care and worry for Ying Qi, as well as helplessness about the limitations of her own abilities.

"Uncle Zou, I can only ease his pain. You still have to find a way to remove the blood curse as soon as possible." He Ronger said in a deep voice. "And judging from his condition, it seems that he can't stand a few more times of this torture."

When He Ronger thought about such a gentle man enduring such painful torture for a thousand years, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

Who could be so cruel to treat him like this?

"Senior Brother Zou, do you know the whereabouts of your junior sister? Can you find her as soon as possible?" He Ronger asked with a distressed look on her face.

If we can find her and get her blood, maybe Ying Qi can be freed.