The inner chamber doors were tightly shut afterwards.
The matter of "expelling the evil" was secretive and dangerous, not to be witnessed by outsiders.
It was meant to prevent the leakage of Divine Sense Skills and to guard against the Evil Evil harming anyone.
Outside the chamber, Elder Gu Hong, along with the elders of Gu Changhuai’s line, were gathered, their expressions tense.
Wenren Wan held Yu Er, equally anxious at heart.
Yu Er looked up at his mother and worriedly asked, "Mother, will Uncle Gu be alright..."
Though he felt Uncle Gu usually had a cold, stern face, he was actually quite kind to him, always thinking of him with good food and play. He didn’t want anything to happen to Uncle Gu.
Wenren Wan gently stroked Yu Er’s head and said with a warm smile, "He will be fine..."
But her smile was somewhat forced.
Yu Er felt a little sad.
Wenren Wan softly said, "The rest period is over. You still need to cultivate. I’ll ask Uncle Wei to take you back to Taixu Gate."
Yu Er gently shook his head, "I’m worried about Uncle Gu..."
Wenren Wan felt gratified yet a bit bitter, softly sighing, "Alright, then we’ll wait here."
After that, Yu Er said nothing more.
His big, black eyes were fixed on the door of the inner chamber, looking worried, yet, for some reason, a little scared...
As if something inside the room was terrifying him.
Just like the demon in his nightmares, only... even scarier...
Yu Er pressed his lips tightly together. He was hesitant to stay here, but thinking of Uncle Gu lying inside, he was unwilling to leave.
Thus, silence enveloped the surroundings, so quiet that even a falling needle could be heard.
Everyone’s expressions were solemn and grave.
The passing of time became slow and oppressive...
Suddenly, a bizarre fluctuation surged, followed by a scream from inside the chamber, then a sound of something breaking, mixed with indistinct howls of vengeful spirits, a cacophony.
Those outside turned pale at the sound.
The other two Golden Core cultivators from Mystery Valley, horrified, immediately stood up, exclaimed:
"Not good, the expulsion failed, quick, save them!"
They attempted to force the door open, but it broke before they could.
Amid flying wood chips, Mr. Mei stumbled out, unable to suppress the evil qi any longer, blood pouring from his mouth.
He looked horrifyingly miserable.
The Spirit Tool Heart Protecting Mirror had shattered, a black-red burn mark visible on his repelling evil robe, his forehead faintly glowing green, the color slowly turning black.
At this moment, a shrill scream, neither human nor demon, burst from Mr. Mei’s mouth. Grasping the ground with his hands, he struggled wildly, seemingly losing control.
The other two Mystery Valley cultivators darkened their expressions and immediately leapt forward, taking out a yellow cloth with red patterns, binding him tightly.
Then they covered the frenzied Mr. Mei’s heart with a Bagua Plate.
The other took out a jade and placed it on Mr. Mei’s forehead, forcing realgar wine into his mouth to repel the evil with its strength.
After much fuss when the jade finally absorbed the evil qi.
Only then did Mr. Mei stop struggling, and the blackness on his forehead slowly dissipated, his breathing gradually steadied.
Everyone let out a slow sigh of relief, then all turned their attention towards the inner chamber.
Inside, Gu Changhuai still lay there, his fate uncertain.
The surroundings were in complete disarray.
The setup altar exploded, the incense burned out, the spirit-protecting lamp extinguished, the copper coin sword broken, copper coins scattered everywhere, and the formation media was completely cracked, losing effectiveness.
The scene just seemed chaotic to others.
But the Mystery Valley cultivators, skilled in the art, when exchanging glances, felt a chill run straight up to the crown of their heads.
"A greatly ominous evil spirit!"
"How... did it provoke such a thing?"
Their voices were cold, still shocked as the mutant event suddenly occurred.
Gu Changhuai, who lay on the bed uncertain of life or death, seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up slowly like a "walking corpse."
His eyes, soaked in evil qi, turned the whites black and the pupils blood-red, his gaze coldly scanning over everyone, finally fixing on the young Yu Er.
"Gu Changhuai" wore a deathly pale face, slowly revealing a grim smile, his voice grating and hoarse:
"Found... you, my..."
Gu Changhuai didn’t finish his sentence.
Such a change left everyone astonished.