Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Zhou Qingfeng intended to cultivate a good relationship with Monk Wuliang, so he naturally wouldn't dwell on Monk Wuliang's mistakes. Moreover, Monk Wuliang genuinely meant no harm and held back when he attacked; otherwise, Zhou Qingfeng and Jin Wei would have suffered a great loss at Monk Wuliang's hands upon their first meeting.

However, after hearing the monk Wuliang's explanation, Zhou Qingfeng had some doubts and asked, "This place is so dangerous, why not escort the people away?"

The monk Wuliang shook his head and said, "This place is strange. After the demonic wind destroyed Spiral Town, I tried to lead the survivors to escape, but no matter what we did, we would return to Spiral Town. It seems that an evil force is preventing people from leaving this place. There is currently no way to break the spell. Moreover, once night falls, the town will return to its original state and become extremely dangerous."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned immediately: "Can you get in but not out?"

The monk Wuliang affirmed, "Yes, I have tried many times over the past few months to leave Spiral Town from different directions, but to no avail. Apart from this town, the only way out is to head towards Flaming Mountain without returning to Spiral Town. I have explored this area many times in hopes of finding a way out, but I have failed."

In the end, the monk Wuliang sighed helplessly and shook his head, his face showing remorse: "Amitabha, I only regret that my abilities are limited. I watched helplessly as innocent people died in front of me, and I was powerless to do anything about it. I have failed the Buddha, failed the people of the world, failed the Great Compassion Temple, and failed all the knowledge I have gained in my life."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng's eyes flickered, and he tentatively asked, "If I can find a way to take these townspeople away, what price are you willing to pay, Monk Wuliang?"

The monk Wuliang looked at Zhou Qingfeng, holding his golden staff, and bowed with one hand, saying, "Amitabha, the Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' This poor monk is not afraid to die. If you have a way to save these innocent people, even if it costs me my life, I will do it willingly. So please speak frankly."

Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a moment and said, "I came here for the Demonic Spirit of Words, and I know it's on you. I hope you can give it to me. Of course, it won't be for nothing. I can help you find a way out of the town, but that's all I can do is find a way out."

The monk Wuliang nodded and said, "This humble monk understands the principle and will naturally not let you help me for nothing. If your guess is correct, the Demon Spirit of Words is indeed on me. I am willing to exchange it for the livelihood of the townspeople. After I take them away from Spiral Town, I will disintegrate myself. You may take the Demon Spirit of Words yourself."

The Demonic Words chose the Boundless Monk as its host in the darkness. The Boundless Monk had no way to expel it from his body because he could not sense the existence of the Demonic Words. He could not hurt it, see it, touch it, or perceive it, so naturally he could not hand it over to someone else.

All the monk Wuliang can do is disintegrate on his own; once the host dies, the demonic spirit will naturally leave the host's body.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng's expression changed: "Fellow Daoist, please don't overthink it. I have a way to extract the Demonic Spirit of Words from your body, so you don't need to commit suicide."

The monk Wuliang smiled and said, "That's very good. This way, I can save more people with my body. Come on, fellow Daoist, please take it."

Zhou Qingfeng hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. The Word Demon Spirit was an extremely rare material, and it possessed extraordinary abilities. Its words could become law, and it could even be easily controlled by cultivators in the Devouring Demon Realm. It was simply monstrous. If it were Zhou Qingfeng himself, he would rather die than hand it over.

But the monk Wuliang actually gave it up so easily in order to help those mortals outside find a way to survive.

Such compassion and magnanimity are something even Zhou Qingfeng himself admits he cannot match.

But that's all.

Zhou Qingfeng respects, admires, and respects him greatly, but he would never sacrifice himself to help others like the monk Wuliang; that would be too noble.

The monk Wuliang sat down on the futon, placed his golden staff in front of him, and clasped his hands together: "Fellow Daoist, I must remind you that although I am kind, I am not one to easily trust others. Since you have assured me that you can find a way to survive for the townspeople, I am willing to give it a try. However, please do not take me for a fool. If you take the evil spirit but break your promise, then you will be incurring the karmic debt of my Great Compassion Temple."

"Understood. I know what cause and effect will bring." Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly. He wasn't stupid. After imprisoning the Demon Spirit of Words, he would also have to find a way to leave. Since he was leaving anyway, there was no conflict of interest. He could just casually tell the Boundless Monk. Why do something so untrustworthy?

Moreover, the karma of the Great Compassion Temple is not something that can be easily incurred. If someone were to default on their debt, the Great Compassion Temple would personally come to collect it. The person in front of you is not an ordinary monk from the Great Compassion Temple, but a contemporary figure who represents the Great Compassion Temple in every word and deed.

A flash of green light appeared in Zhou Qingfeng's palm as he took out the Demon-Slaying Lamp from his Holy Ring and walked up to Monk Wuliang: "Monk Wuliang, this is also my first time imprisoning the Demon Spirit of Words. I don't know what impact it will have on you if the Demon Spirit of Words is separated from its host. I can only promise to do it as soon as possible."

The monk Wuliang closed his eyes slightly, letting Zhou Qingfeng do as he pleased.

Zhou Qingfeng carried the Demon-Slaying Lamp, infused it with magical power, and the lamp shone brightly, a dark green light directly enveloping the Boundless Monk.

Zhou Qingfeng then formed a hand seal and pointed at the monk Wuliang from afar, saying, "Shh!"

To capture the evil spirits of the demons, one must use the corresponding hand seals to activate the demon lamp. Even a single incorrect hand seal will render the entire effort futile. This method is extremely challenging, requiring one to continuously infuse magical power into the lamp with one hand while simultaneously using the other to activate the lamp and capture the evil spirits of the demons.

Multitasking is something few people can do.

Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng had practiced many times in private for this moment, ensuring that he would only make a mistake once in ten thousand attempts. If he failed to absorb the demonic spirit of the Word Demon this time, it would be fate, and Zhou Qingfeng would have nothing to complain about. He could just try again. In any case, the demonic spirit of the Word Demon would not leave on its own before the host died.

An hour later, an invisible bluish-purple aura appeared on the body of the monk Wuliang.

These bluish-purple energies, like dust drawn from the body of the Boundless Monk, only manifested under the illumination of the Demon-Slaying Lamp.

The cyan-purple aura was slowly drawn out by the Demon-Slaying Lamp. The process was slow until it was completely stripped away, transforming into a swaying spine.

"Is this the legendary Word Demon Spirit?" Zhou Qingfeng was somewhat taken aback. He had thought that the true form of the Word Demon Spirit might be a tongue, a mouth, or something related to the throat, but he never expected it to be a human spine. This was truly unexpected.

The demon spirit seemed to possess sentience and sensed something was wrong. It struggled and thrashed about, trying to break free of control and escape back into the body of the monk Wuliang. However, Zhou Qingfeng was not about to let his prize slip away. He continued to make hand seals and increased the magical output of the demon lamp, forcibly imprisoning the demon spirit into the demon lamp.

"Phew, the Demonic Spirit of Words is finally in our hands." Zhou Qingfeng wiped away his cold sweat, picked up the magic lamp in his hand to examine it, and could vaguely see a swimming spine frantically crashing against the lamp wall through the lamp wall, but it was no use. The Demonic Lamp of Words was a special magic artifact used to imprison the Demonic Spirit of Words, how could it be allowed to escape.