Chen Xi naturally understood what Ren Changfeng meant.

Comparatively speaking, Wang Yan had died miserably at Tang Yun’s hands while Tang Yun died at Chen Xi’s hands, whereas Ren Changfeng had suffered from the infection of a toxic poison that was incurable. So no matter if it was the ancient Buddhist treasure, the Calamity Ward Green Lantern, or the bamboo slip that had the Calamity Ward Sutra recorded on it, both of them would surely fall into the hands of Chen Xi and Bei Ling.

This was an indisputable truth, and that was why Ren Changfeng would sigh emotionally that it was destiny.

He’d planned for one hundred years yet it came to such an outcome instead, so if it wasn’t destiny, then what was it?

Chen Xi didn’t dare readily agree to this. He directly moved forward and carefully inspected Ren Changfeng’s injuries, and then he couldn’t help but knit his brows together tightly.

This sort of poison was difficult to deal with indeed. Not only had it spread throughout his body, it was spreading towards his soul, so unless it was the antidote, it was impossible to dispel the poison by relying on any other methods.

Moreover, the toxicity of this poison was extremely strong. Everywhere it passed, vitality dried up, causing it to seem extremely overbearing, and if Chen Xi was unable to help Ren Changfeng, then it wouldn’t be long before Ren Changfeng would perish without a d...