The King of Curses

Chapter 345 The Coming Birthday

Majiazui, Lexian County. The quiet night enveloped this small town.

The dark blue-green of pine needles sank to the east, revealing a large hole in the center of the clouds. The moonlight that shone through it melted a kind of pale silver tone into the cloud cover.

Advanced spellcasters are born with the ability to withstand both heat and cold, so it wasn't until Cen Dongsheng saw the leaves of the nearby trees change color that he realized the seasons were changing.

Winter has arrived.

The town is small and a melting pot of all sorts of people. It has the presence of more than thirty curse masters, who are clearly scattered into several teams, as well as lone travelers.

However, the curse masters that my spiritual sense can detect are probably not worth paying attention to, since I have never been good at spiritual sense—that's what Cen Dongsheng thought, until he asked Yi Qingyan and found that the two of them had the same conclusion, whether it was the number of groups or the level of individuals.

This subconscious thinking proves that he still hasn't adjusted his self-perception.

A curse master's spiritual perception naturally increases with their rank. Compared to ordinary curse masters, he, who once reached the "special grade," possessed an overwhelming advantage not only in physical strength and true qi, but also in spiritual perception.

Comparing her to Jiang Yunmei is meaningless, because she may be the most spiritually powerful human on this planet, an anomaly among hundreds of millions.

"It's time to learn how to use it."

"I teach you."

Hand in hand, they slowly walked into the town along the only main road leading from Majiazui to the outside world.

The town originally had several groups of spellcasters, some of which were clearly distinct, some were in opposition to each other, and some remained on the sidelines, each using their spiritual senses to define their surveillance areas.

"So this tacit understanding has already developed by now," Cen Dongsheng thought.

The contest of intuition can be summarized as "I can see you" and "you can't see me," a relationship of covert counter-attack; while deliberately letting others perceive it can serve as a reminder and a marker for demarcating spheres of influence.

This tactic is often used when groups of curse masters from different factions appear in the same location or participate in a collaborative mission.

On a larger scale, even the division of power among the "ancestors" is based on this principle; their spiritual awareness is sufficient to cover millions of square kilometers of land.

"Four top-tier spellcasters, three of whom are team leaders, and one is a lone wolf. This place is truly a den of hidden talents..."

"Eh?"

"Don't underestimate us. This kind of lineup represents a high-level battle in the world of curse masters. Top experts from several nearby cities have gathered here. This means that the information the Yama Society received has spread widely, and the news of 'treasure being unearthed' is known to a considerable number of people. We need to figure out what's behind this as soon as possible..."

Cen Dongsheng stroked his chin.

"Furthermore, if there are others behind this group, we might get to see those old friends again."

"Is this someone I've met before? Can I kill them?"

"...I can try, but it seems very difficult."

"They're all so difficult to deal with. I wish I could even use this 'treasure'."

Cen Dongsheng thought for a moment. If Qingyan successfully advanced to "Special Grade Two" and with his help, he might really be able to give it a try. It would be easier than waiting for them to become "Ancestors" like in their previous life before taking action.

Especially those few troublemakers who are destined to "not work together" – if we don't find a way to get rid of them, it will keep us up at night.

……

Stepping into the widest market in the center of the town, you can see the snow-capped mountains standing in the south of the town, appearing as a pale blue line in the night.

Following the scattered lights along the roadside, they found a guesthouse that was still open.

This is a building made of gray bricks, with a dark green spray-painted sign hanging on the east side. The doorknobs are wrapped with faded blue cloth strips, and through the glass, you can see a dim, yellowish light coming from inside. Aluminum kettles fill the corners.

"A group of people is staying here."

As Cen Dongsheng spoke, he pushed open the door and entered without any apparent concern.

The overwhelming spiritual senses of the young man and woman allowed them to pass through the surveillance range of everyone unnoticed. Even if a spellcaster saw them with their own eyes, they would only think of them as a pair of outwardly conspicuous travelers.

The hinges creaked, startling the middle-aged woman who was dozing behind the registration desk.

"How many rooms would you like, gentlemen?"

"One."

Yi Qingyan, who was tightly holding Cen Dongsheng's arm, answered without hesitation.

The middle-aged woman looked at the two of them with a suspicious gaze. In the dim light, she was clearly startled when she saw Yi Qingyan's elegant and beautiful appearance, which was even more outstanding than that of the stars and idols on TV. When she looked at the man being embraced, she found that she had to raise her head, as she was completely covered by the shadow cast by the tall man.

"...The soundproofing here isn't very good, please be careful."

The other person sighed, took the room key with the round tag attached from the shelf next to them, and put it on the cabinet.

"It's been a bit noisy, especially these last couple of days."

Are there many guests?

"Yeah, I don't know why, even though it's not a holiday."

"Have you heard what happened nearby? That's why so many tourists from other places have come here."

“…Ah, I think so.” The receptionist thought for a moment, then recalled something. “I remember there was some kind of ‘tomb’ that was unearthed? An archaeological team came here before…”

Even ordinary people have heard the news.

"I hope it won't actually become a tourist attraction in the future."

She mumbled something under her breath.

*
Reassuringly, although the guesthouse looked old on the outside, the rooms inside were kept quite clean.

After washing up, Cen Dongsheng sat back down on the bed.

He looked up at the window, where the moonlight had tinged the glass in the center of the gap with a thin layer of frost.

He was woken up in the middle of the night at three in the morning, when it was the darkest time of day. All was quiet except for the bright moonlight.

I should have gone back to bed for a nap, but judging from Qingyan's enthusiastic attitude, I probably won't have time to sleep.

"I am coming!"

After a quick wash, Yi Qingyan took off her coat, leaving only a white shirt with her two perfectly curved, flawless legs exposed at the hem. She then jumped onto the bed and threw herself into Cen Dongsheng's arms.

Cen Dongsheng embraced the girl's slender waist as if it were second nature, gently stroking her smooth, black hair with one hand. Her hair was slightly damp, and he smoothed it down little by little with the warmth of his palm.

The young man and woman, embracing intimately in bed with only a thin layer of fabric separating their skin, soon felt their body temperatures begin to rise.

Cen Dongsheng was quite used to this way of getting along, and he knew very well why Yi Qingyan would come to him dressed like this. However, he still teased her:
"Dressed like this?"

"This is only for you." Her rosy lips curved slightly, and her slender fingers skillfully unzipped the zipper. Yi Qingyan brushed the hair that had fallen beside her ears back.

"Boom."

This time, Cen Dongsheng didn't stop her; instead, he closed his eyes. His hand was still gently stroking the girl's hair, but his mind had already drifted far away.

……

After half an hour.

"Where did you learn that from..."

No, there's no need to ask.

He knew the answer perfectly well.

Just as Yi Qingyan had complained long ago, the man and woman living under the same roof never shied away from this matter. His and An Zhizhen's daily behavior was the best mentor for the girl, the kind that teaches by example.

Therefore, she knows very well what men like and what their hobbies are, and she is happy to cater to men's preferences.

"Gudong."

Cen Dongsheng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he could clearly hear himself swallowing.

Tonight, Yi Qingyan's every move was so seductive that it made his head spin and his body swell, and the desire he had just released almost instantly rose again.

The girl raised her slender neck, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked her fingers.

With graceful movements, moonlight filtered through the thin fabric, gently illuminating her fair, snow-white skin, everything shrouded in a hazy, indistinct shadow.

Witnessing this scene up close, no man could possibly resist.

"Now it's your turn to help me, okay?"

Yi Qingyan chuckled softly and lay down on the pillow.

"……Ok, I know."

Cen Dongsheng licked his dry lips, then pounced on him.

"My patience... has reached its limit... so, so these past few days... sob..."

Her throat was like a musical instrument, producing clear and melodious tones that rose and fell in the man's hands.

"...We have to..."

"Every day?"

"Yes...ah, this is preparation...work..."

Yi Qingyan narrowed her starry eyes, enjoying the waves washing over her entire body.

"My birthday is in a few days... Waaah..."

Before she could finish speaking, her words turned into a soft breath of cool air.

"...Is this your idea?"

"Yes... I've been looking forward to this for a long time..."

The man chuckled softly.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Hmm~"

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time too."

The moonlight bathed the girl's pure and delicate body, just like the ridgeline of a snow-capped mountain.

Just as Yi Qingyan had always emphasized, her body had indeed matured. The curve of her chest could be described as full, and her limbs, which were originally as delicate as fragile objects, were gradually becoming plump and soft like a woman's.

Although she could still find physical satisfaction, she never crossed the final line, and this feeling of falling behind made the girl's heart anxious.

Just as bitter times can be savored with the sweetness that comes after they've passed, this anxiety will eventually become a precious memory.

The night was quiet, the moonlight cool. Accompanied by her soft singing, the room was filled with a swirling, hot, and sticky atmosphere.

*
Time flew by, and it was the morning of the second day.

Winter sunlight streamed through the windows, casting fence-like shadows on the floor.

Cen Dongsheng and Yi Qingyan stayed up all night.

In the morning, the man carried the girl to the bathroom to shower, cleaned off the marks on their bodies, changed into a coat, and then went out.

Both of them are superhumans who can go for days and nights without getting tired, except for Cen Dongsheng, who has been working day and night to treat his wounds recently, which is an exception.

For example, when he and An Zhizhen get into the mood, their time in bed together lasts longer than that of ordinary couples, from afternoon until evening, then into the morning and noon of the next day, and then back to night.

Both the man and the woman possess monstrous physical strength.

...Sometimes he felt that Yi Qingyan was really working hard, enduring such an environment...or was she actually enjoying and learning from it?
The man's mind was full of wild thoughts; in contrast, Yi Qingyan was clearly the kind of person who would do whatever she wanted when it was time to enjoy herself, but wouldn't care about anything else.

"Quick, turn on the TV."

As they prepared to leave, they passed the front desk and saw the receptionist eating with her head down, while the morning news program was playing on the television.

Yi Qingyan pointed at the screen, turned her head, and gave the young man a pleasant smile.

"It seems to be related to us; they're talking about what happened in Kowloon."

The host on the program was describing the scene of the day Yi Qingyan and Wan Dugu's duel in an official tone, using words such as "scientists speculate" and "climate change".

Although it wasn't officially acknowledged, broadcasting it as news at this stage was tantamount to paving the way for later public disclosure.

The main problem is that it can no longer be kept secret. There are a large number of witnesses to this incident, and Kowloon itself is an international metropolis with people from all over the world, so the news has already spread far and wide.

According to Cen Dongsheng's memory, this progress was significantly faster than expected, about two to three months ahead of the previous life, because the blissful feast in the previous life ended smoothly without any unexpected problems.

This is the change he brought about. The man stared at the screen, seemingly moved.

"Cen Dongsheng, you have to take responsibility."

Her words echoed in my ears once again.

(End of this chapter)