In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

Fan Tong ignored the restlessness of the Yama Ancient Sword within his body and looked down at Huo Kong lying on the hospital bed.

Tormented by an unknown toxin, Huo Kong, who was originally burly, was now emaciated, covered in cold sweat, and his dark purple lips looked particularly eerie against his pale face.

"Brother Fan, do you know what kind of poison my father has been poisoned with? His body is getting weaker and weaker. If he can't be cured, I don't know how much longer he can hold on." Huo Xian's voice was full of hope, and his eyes contained complex emotions.

"Let me take a look first." After saying that, Fan Tong stopped looking at Huo Xian's expectant gaze and started taking Huo Kong's pulse.

Fan Tong couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. Luckily, he had read a lot of medical books while studying spiritual herbs and medicines, otherwise he would have been at a loss.

He first examined Huo Kong's body, but no matter how he compared it, he could not find any signs of poisoning, yet Huo Kong's poisoning was so obvious.

Helpless, he could only let his spiritual energy slowly circulate through Huo Kong's meridians. Feeling the rusty corrosion of the meridians, he was secretly shocked, wondering how much pain Huo Kong had suffered.

The spiritual energy traveled all the way to Huo Kong's Qi Sea. The Qi Sea, which should have been full of spiritual energy, now appeared to be devoid of it. Above the Qi Sea, for some unknown reason, a black ball of energy lingered.

The black cloud of energy was filled with destructive power, as if it were an embodiment of chaos and disorder. Just this simple observation made Fan Tong feel an instinctive fear.

Seemingly sensing the presence of spiritual energy, the black mass of energy seemed to be enraged and was about to devour Fan Tong's spiritual energy in an instant.

But the moment the black aura and spiritual energy came into contact, the already restless Yama Ancient Sword trembled violently, and a barely perceptible wisp of golden light collided directly with the black aura along with the spiritual energy.

While Fan Tong was still in a daze, he seemed to hear the black mass of energy emit a mournful howl. He immediately saw the black mass of energy, as if it were a warrior cutting off its own arm, abandon the part that was in contact with the spiritual energy and hurriedly run away from the direction of the spiritual energy.

After devouring that small piece of energy, the Yama Ancient Sword became even more excited. Driven by the golden light, Fan Tong's spiritual power, like a hunter, began to surround and intercept the black energy.

In Huo Xian and Lai Fu's eyes, Fan Tong simply placed his hand on Huo Kong City Lord's wrist. Within a few breaths, Huo Kong City Lord let out an unconscious groan of pain, his facial expression became distorted, and his body was constantly being pushed up by something, forming a large bulge.

Upon seeing this, Huo Xian hurriedly stood up and was about to shake Fan Tong's arm, but Lai Fu, who was standing by, pressed Huo Xian down.

"Young City Lord, don't worry. Young Master Fan is treating the Old City Lord right now, so it's best not to disturb him," Lai Fu patted Huo Xian's hand and gently comforted him.

"It's not that I don't trust Brother Fan, it's just that my father looks like he's in so much pain!"

"These changes might actually be a good thing. Even the Xuanling Realm cultivators we invited before didn't have this ability. Let's wait patiently."

After Lai Fu finished speaking, he and Huo Xian looked at Fan Tong with expectant faces, praying that the Feng Qing Sect cultivator dressed in hemp clothing would bring a great surprise.

Fan Tong was completely unaware of the conversation between the two masters and servants, as he was now fully focused on containing the black cloud of energy.

He had no choice but to exert all his strength, because even such a faint golden light was rapidly depleting the spiritual power within his body.

If we can't completely devour the black cloud of energy before it runs out of spiritual power, who knows what might happen?

He racked his brains and finally used his spiritual power to block the black cloud of energy in a corner of the fiery air sea.

Then, gritting its teeth, it worked in conjunction with the golden light to gradually devour the black gas cloud.

Even though the black gas cloud fought back fiercely, it could not stop the golden light from devouring it. As if it had encountered its natural enemy, it let out a final wail and was immediately swallowed up by the golden light.

Seeing that the black aura had completely disappeared, Fan Tong finally felt relieved. However, as he relaxed, he felt dizzy, which was obviously due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy, and he was about to faint.

Just then, the Yama Ancient Sword withdrew its slightly stronger golden light. Upon discovering Fan Tong's condition, the ancient sword emitted a hint of disdain and reluctantly separated a wisp of golden light, merging it into Fan Tong's depleted spiritual energy vortex.

As the golden light merged with the spiritual energy, Fan Tong's previous dizziness miraculously disappeared, and even the vortex of lightning-attribute spiritual energy seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

Fan Tong let out a long breath. Before he could speak to Huo Xian, he quickly sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing and restore his spiritual power, while also checking the changes in the spiritual power vortex.

Under the influence of the nameless technique, his spiritual energy began to recover in an orderly manner. Fan Tong was surprised to find that the color of the spiritual energy vortex that had been replenished was somewhat different.

Previously, due to the influence of its own lightning-attribute spiritual power, the spiritual power vortex was entirely silver, but after merging with golden light, it surprisingly showed a barely perceptible golden hue.

Once his spiritual energy had recovered to most of its original level, enough to handle any unexpected events, Fan Tong suppressed his curiosity about the changing color of the spiritual energy vortex, stopped cultivating, and looked around.

The two who had been standing by and watching were now guarding the door, with Lai Fu keeping it tightly closed, and Huo Xian closing the window and quietly watching Huo Kong lying on the bed.

"Why are the doors and windows closed?" Fan Tong asked curiously.

"Brother Fan, you're amazing! Look at my father, it seems the poison has been cured!"

Upon hearing Fan Tong speak, Huo Xian excitedly jumped to Fan Tong's side and grabbed Fan Tong's arm.

Fan Tong looked down and saw that Huo Kong's deep purple lips had faded, his face was no longer so pale, and his breathing was much more steady.

“Your father’s illness should be cured, but things aren’t over yet. Those demons are still watching you. To truly resolve this, we need to get rid of those demon bastards!” Fan Tong nodded and analyzed the current situation for Huo Xian.

"What should we do? Brother Fan, as long as you can help us get through this difficult time, we will definitely not let you help us for nothing!"

Huo Xian now has great faith in Fan Tong, after all, the previous Xuanling Realm cultivators were helpless against the poison in his father, but this cultivator in hemp robes was able to easily cure it.

"First, ask Laifu to bring some paint to disguise your father as still being poisoned. Since the demons are plotting against you, they must have something in mind. Why don't we play along and find out what the demons are planning so we can be prepared?"

Fan Tong pondered for a moment, deciding to switch from open to covert and observe the situation, since whatever happened would inevitably involve Huo Kong.

"Cough...cough...Young Master Fan is right..." Huo Kong's somewhat hoarse voice came as he weakly opened his eyes.

"Father! I'm so glad you're alright!" Huo Xian rushed to Huo Kong's bedside and burst into tears upon seeing Huo Kong awake.

"Alright! It's okay now, don't cry, it's all over!" Huo Kong reached out his hand tremblingly and gently patted Huo Xian's head.

"You cannot go in! The distinguished guests of the Fengqing Sect are treating the city lord!"

Just as Fan Tong was about to ask a question, he was suddenly interrupted by Lai Fu's voice and couldn't help but look towards the door.