Establishing Xuanzheng Temple

At that time, their only thought was to get rid of Nanli. Not only could they earn a sum of silver, but they could also restore Sanqing Temple to its former bustling state.

Those three Daoists had already begun cursing incessantly, their language vulgar and unbearable to hear.

Ming Hao had brought this upon himself, but he had also dragged them down with him.

Now, tainted by malevolent energies, there was little hope for them to return to the righteous path after years of diligent cultivation were ruined in an instant.

Ye Siheng spared no mercy either, piercing through their excuses, "If you didn't want to do it, no one could have forced you. You chose the wrong path yourselves; don't blame others."

The three men exchanged glances, their faces burning with shame.

Indeed, they had wanted to restore Sanqing Temple's prestige, like in the past when they could earn over ten taels of silver with a single talisman. That's why they reluctantly joined forces with Ming Hao.