The King of Curses

Chapter 349 Flying Zombies
These two were none other than Cen Dongsheng and Yi Qingyan, who had successfully located the hidden Class A curse master after using their immense spiritual senses to permeate the entire town of Majiazui.

Upon noticing the imminent action, they decisively intervened and stopped the other party. Cen Dongsheng even used his "Tiger Soul" ability to temporarily turn the person into an idiot.

Only when the strength of the opponent is relatively balanced with that of the competitor is there a need to be cautious and consider the consequences.

As Cen Dongsheng said, compared to the curse masters in this town, the combination of the brother and sister, one a top-level curse master and the other an incomplete top-level curse master, is like an ancient behemoth from the deep sea. With a single turn, they can overturn the seemingly stable situation.

Therefore, their method of dealing with enemies is very straightforward: find the person directly, kill them if they have no value to use, and use their abilities to extract all the information from them if they do.

However, the gains were indeed unexpectedly large.

"The Heavenly Palace... I never imagined it would be such a famous ancient ruin. This wasn't part of the information I received in my past life; was it deliberately hidden?"

Cen Dongsheng's information came from public channels. He only knew that the "Precept Knife - Killing" was unearthed in a small town in the Kunlun Mountains, but he was not sure about the process, just like in "Six Paths of Reincarnation".

"Hey~ Since brother has this ability, he doesn't need that woman at all, right? Let's just kick her out."

"Uh, dear sister, who are you talking about...?"

"Who else could it be? Of course, it's that woman who likes to spy on other people's thoughts, has an insatiable desire for control, and is both perverted and evil."

...Qingyan's dissatisfaction with her older sister grew day by day, and even the prefix for referring to "that woman" started to lengthen.

"The Heavenly Chief's Power is not a simple curse."

Cen Dongsheng sighed.

"Moreover, even if we only talk about the effects in the field of 'mental intervention,' Sister Zhizhen can make the victims completely unaware that they have been brainwashed, which I cannot do. I can only take a tough approach."

“In other words…?”

"After regaining consciousness, this person will definitely realize that they were attacked and that their memory has been lost for a period of time."

"Then let's just kill them."

Yi Qingyan's answer was casual, but Cen Dongsheng shook his head.

“No. You should have heard it. The figure he encountered in his dream said that only a curse master with immortal blood can open the gate to the Heavenly Palace. If we want to find out, we have to use him as bait.”

"really?"

Qingyan, who possesses the "strongest spear" capable of shattering space, expressed her doubts.

...In fact, Cen Dongsheng also had doubts.

However, since the other party's existence itself poses no threat to them, there is no need to take such a risk.

It would be a shame if it couldn't be opened. If time is wasted, this place could easily attract the attention of other troublesome individuals.

"Ancient ruins... Although the stories of those gods are unknown, if they are indeed related to some evil god, it will still be very troublesome."

Cen Dongsheng said.

"We have no rivals among humankind, but God is different."

"I understand, I'll listen to my brother."

Clinging to his arm, Yi Qingyan squinted her eyes lazily like a cat basking in the sun. She was content as long as she could be with Cen Dongsheng and clearly didn't care whether others lived or died.

As for potential enemies, she has never been afraid.

However, Cen Dongsheng had an obligation to find out the details of his opponent, as the shadow in the Heavenly Palace had left him with a bad impression.

After the evil god Louga's actions before leaving, Cen Dongsheng's body suffered irreparable damage, but his strength when he exerted his full power was significantly enhanced, transforming him from a candidate for a top-tier curse master into a half-top-tier curse master.

Although it still sounds like something that's "neither here nor there," the two are completely different in nature.

The latter means that he has gained the strength to truly rival An Zhizhen or Yi Qingyan in a short period of time, and the gap between him and them has become visible to the naked eye.

From the initial few minutes, to an hour, to several hours, until one day he can maintain a stable state 24 hours a day, then he is the truly complete version.

And it's important that Cen Dongsheng can now stand shoulder to shoulder with the two sisters on the same battlefield.

Although, according to general practice, it often takes a long battle to determine a winner between top-tier spellcasters, if it is just a matter of placing a chip on the scales of victory or defeat, a few minutes are more than enough. The important thing is to choose the right time to use the ability.

Currently, he is most worried about his wounds.

To this day, "Otherworldly Freedom" continues to heal its wounds, but it can only limit them at present, and in the end, it relies on the power of time-space stagnation to seal them off.

If he could further improve his mastery of this technique, he would most likely be able to solve the problem... but it would be extremely difficult, because it would require not a "Special Grade Curse Master", but a "Special Grade Second Rank" who could simultaneously use "Other Transformation Freedom" and "Six Paths of Reincarnation". He currently has no clue about it.

"Qingyan, there's something I need to tell you in advance."

"Ok?"

"My current 'immortality' ability may be in the process of resurfacing and cannot be used for the time being."

Cen Dongsheng said.

Of course, it doesn't necessarily mean it's completely unusable, but the aftereffects might be quite severe.

In the past, his "immortality" would automatically trigger whenever he faced death, resulting in a complete restoration at the microscopic level. Now, because his wounds have not fully healed, this part remains empty upon death, causing instability in the entire resurrection process. His resurrected body could easily collapse again, falling into the perilous back-and-forth struggle he experienced at the end of his battle with Zhang Shidao.

"Is brother worried about the evil god?"

Yi Qingyan blinked.

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

Cen Dongsheng stroked her hair and smiled.

"me too."

The brother and sister left the alley, the warm winter sun illuminating their faces and leaving the shadows cast by the eaves behind.

*
five minutes later.

The young man lying on the ground stopped muttering to himself, and his unfocused pupils regained focus.

Zhao Chengxu stopped trembling and suddenly opened his eyes.

As if he had just emerged from a nightmare, the young man's back was covered in cold sweat, which seeped down into a wet patch.

"What...what's wrong with me...?"

Zhao Chengxu was both shocked and furious. He knew he had been murdered, but he couldn't find any trace of the killer anywhere, and he didn't even know the killer's motive.

Who is it? !
Since the murderer was able to strike before he could even react, rendering him unconscious and taking his life would have been incredibly easy, why let him go?
Could it be... that some kind of talisman or curse is hidden on him, the kind that can manipulate him at any time?
Thinking of this, Zhao Chengxu quickly circulated his true qi, searching every corner of his body repeatedly, but he still couldn't find a trace.

He was momentarily at a loss.

Since awakening his first-class life-forbidden technique, Zhao Chengxu's life has been smooth sailing. The characteristics of "Mist Locks the Smoke and Clouds" have made him more than capable on battlefields of the same level. If he can't win, he can always escape. However, he was caught off guard and crashed his car in this small town.

Although he knew that the world of curse masters was full of powerful figures, Zhao Chengxu had never experienced the taste of defeat, which was his weakness.

If he were to encounter a powerful enemy, engage in a fierce battle, and eventually retreat, that might still be within his expectations; but the fact that he was unconscious without any ability to fight back just now revealed a vast difference in strength that Zhao Chengxu could not accept deep down.

The elusive attacker, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, instilled in him an unprecedented fear, which gradually spread and enveloped his mind like a shadow. Zhao Chengxu thought he could control his destiny, but he found that the situation had already spiraled out of control without him even realizing it. "No, wait... don't worry about that now. The most important thing right now is to find the Heavenly Palace entrance mentioned by that shadow..."

As if he had found his last lifeline, Zhao Chengxu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and regained his composure.

“That’s right… Only I, a descendant of immortals, can open the entrance to the Heavenly Palace. No one else can… Once it’s opened, I will be the master of the Heavenly Palace…”

He muttered to himself as if hypnotizing himself, gradually regaining his confidence.

Zhao Chengxu knew that his current strength was not yet at its peak, and he would be easily toyed with by the strong. However, the opportunity for him to rise to the top was right in front of him. If he followed the established plan, he could obtain a vast foundation that belonged to him alone. At that time, it would not be a problem for him to take revenge on anyone.

"Whether you've planted something inside me or are trying to stalk me, it's useless... That door... only I can open it..."

Zhao Chengxu's face began to contort. Unbeknownst to him, he had come to regard the words of the figure he had encountered in the Heavenly Palace Dream as gospel, no longer having any doubts. It had become the only thing he could rely on in his fear.

"Then what happens next..."

He gritted his teeth.

"Continue with the plan!"

The arrow is already on the bowstring, and there's no turning back...

*
Several tens of minutes later, a white mist rose near the hideout of the sorcerer outside the village, turning the world into a white expanse.

The spellcasters initially stared blankly at the sudden change in the sky, but then suddenly heard a scream from one of their companions, which then abruptly stopped.

A blood-red hue permeated the mist.

Realizing they were under attack, the sorcerers immediately shouted in alarm and anger, preparing to fight back.

If it were ordinary fog, they could easily see through it with their spiritual senses. However, the white fog in front of them blocked their vision like a fog. Later on, they could not even see their companions clearly, even from several meters away.

The sorcerers did not sit idly by; they immediately conjured forbidden objects or activated incantations.

But this fog is not only meant to confuse; it soon reveals a more dangerous and terrifying side: the fog is impenetrable and all-pervasive, its icy chill seeping into the bone marrow, capable of quickly freezing a person's blood into ice shards.

Before the sorcerers could unleash their power, their faces turned bluish-purple, and traces of frost appeared around their mouths and noses. They died suddenly, collapsing to the ground as if they had just ingested a deadly poison.

From the moment the fog appeared until the sorcerers all died, less than a minute had passed.

"Ah."

A blurry outline appeared in the mist. After confirming that everyone was dead, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

A group of weaklings who couldn't even fight back...

Zhao Chengxu found a sliver of confidence in this, and his figure seemed to be blown away by the wind, disappearing from sight.

The "Mist-Locked Smoke" technique could completely conceal his aura and whereabouts, but this time, he deliberately scattered a faint mist, which spread towards the Time Wheel Society group.

*
After ten minutes,
Qiao Wan was drinking incessantly, while Ban Han, holding a cane, paced back and forth in front of the door, calculating and confirming the time when the Heavenly Gate would open.

He glanced up unintentionally, but suddenly frowned.

"A bloody calamity...more than one curse master has died...that direction is where Master Sun's residence is?"

The Wheel of Time remained inactive to guard against a sudden attack from the sorcerers, but unexpectedly, they were attacked first.
Ban Han, however, was not happy and turned to walk hurriedly toward his companions.

"what happened?"

Qiao Wan noticed his solemn expression and asked him a question.

Ban Han was about to explain when he heard a terrifying roar from afar. The voice was not something a human could produce; it sounded more like that of a prehistoric beast.

"You bastards from the Kalachakra Society, get out here now!"

The roar, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, terrified everyone who heard it, and some ordinary people with weaker constitutions had already fainted from the sound.

"Your slaughter of my disciples deserves avenging; a true gentleman will not remain unavenged!"

"...As expected, it was a case of shifting the blame eastward."

Ban Han sighed and couldn't help but shake his head.

Qiao Wan finally understood, and she complained:

"This Taoist Sun is researching and creating zombies every day. Could it be that he's replaced his own head with a dead person's? It looks like we've been tricked by a third party."

“Sun Daoren may not be unaware of this, and he doesn’t care about the lives of his so-called disciples, let alone revenge.”

Ban Han said expressionlessly.

"They're just looking for an excuse to turn against us."

"Then let's..."

Qiao Wan tentatively asked.

"Take it. Has the Wheel of Time ever feared anyone?"

"okay."

Qiao Wan smiled and finished the last drop of wine in her bowl. Then she stood up, took the wooden box from her back, and walked gracefully to the outside.

"The task of protecting our members and ordinary people is entrusted to Mr. Ban."

Before leaving, she left behind a message.

"That's natural."

……

Qiao Wan leaped several times, skimming across the sky above the town, and casually chose a quiet, open space to land.

As soon as she turned around, she saw a figure that was at least three meters tall following her with a heavy, clumsy, and imposing manner.

The man was wearing a tattered, beggar-like trench coat, which he casually ripped open, revealing his true face.

Its face was bluish-purple, its fangs protruded, its body was covered with thick white fur, and it had a pair of huge bat wings on its back. At this moment, it suddenly spread its wings, and its pair of scarlet eyes were filled with cruel and bloodthirsty killing intent.

A flying zombie.

This creature is the most ferocious and ominous among the corpse-refining lineage. Not only is it incredibly strong, stronger than metal, but it also possesses the extraordinary ability to swallow clouds and breathe fire, making its strength comparable to a top-tier creature.

At this time, the mastermind behind the scenes, Master Sun, had not yet shown himself.

Qiao Wan showed no fear. She kicked open the wooden box, and with a crisp, loud sound of a mechanism operating, a long spear popped out of the box and was held in her hand.

The woman assumed a six-harmony stance, raised one hand, and beckoned towards the flying zombie.

"Come."

(End of this chapter)