2723 A Foul Source


    Hours passed as the disciples were carefully selected and examined for traces of the malignant energy.


    "This one, this one, and all of these," the Abbot dered, his brows furrowing deeper with every passing moment. "And there are more..." His voice took on a grim weight. "Now that I''ve examined a few, I can sense the others directly."


    A tense silence followed his words.


    "So many!?" The Grand Elder gasped, unable to hide his shock.


    The number of affected disciples was staggering. The Abbot had pointed out tens of thousands among those present. Roughly twenty percent of the entire sect had been marked. A revtion so disturbing that even the mostposed elders felt an icy chill run down their spines.


    "What exactly is wrong with them, Abbot?" The Grand Elder''s voice wavered with anxious urgency.


    "I still cannot determine the precise nature of this affliction," the Abbot admitted. "But it is a vile, unnatural energy. A corrupting force. Most cultivators would struggle to perceive it, for it blends seamlessly with their Qi. However, my Buddhist techniques allow me to sense its presence distinctly."


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