“Then, Fellow Daoist, do you have a way to drive the parasite from her body?” Ning Sihua asked expectantly.

“Go out for now. Come back in an hour,” said Su Yi casually. 

Ning Sihua’s eyes lit up, and she straightforwardly agreed, turning to leave without a second thought.

Su Yi then took out his sword and gently pierced his fingertip. Red blood gushed from the cut as he placed his finger on the soft skin of Lan Suo’s belly.

He outlined one blood-red glyph and cloud mark after another, the lines flowing like water and forming a subtle and inscrutable diagram.

The Spirit-Guiding Edict!

It used fresh blood as a guide, and it could suppress the soul, guide the spirit, and gather baleful energies. It was extremely subtle and miraculous.

The freshly-outlined edict then fused into Lan Suo’s skin. A series of faint moans suddenly escaped her lips, and her entire body trembled.

Her soft, slender abdomen shook visibly, and the clustered dark markings reminiscent of a vicious bird suddenly gathered, like sharks on the brink of starvation after catching a whiff of blood. The markings surged toward the Spirit-Guiding Edict in a mad frenzy.

As for the edict written in blood, it appeared and disappeared, almost as if it were...