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Chapter 212 Lan Cangming Smells the Scent of a Curse

Inside the warship's conference room, the incandescent light cast four shadows that appeared to be of varying lengths.

Yin Jiuyao paced back and forth anxiously, his claws scraping against the metal tabletop with a harsh scraping sound.

"That venomous goose clearly has a better voice, its wings have fully grown back, and it has even leveled up."

He abruptly stopped, his tiger tail lashing against the bulkhead with a "smack," causing the overhead light to flicker.
"Who are you trying to impress with that sour face all the time? An'an doesn't owe him anything."

"wrong."

Lan Cangming's transparent ear fins suddenly flapped violently, and his ice-blue eyes widened abruptly in the dim light:
"Seville's aura is mixed with the smell of evil curses, much like the stench of the merfolk when they were corrupted."

Ye Yuan's brows furrowed instantly, his dragon horns gleaming coldly in the shadows:

"Are you sure it's a curse? This is a hundred times more troublesome than having your voice poisoned or your gene chain slipping."

"Can't be wrong."

Lan Cangming conjured a small wisp of icy mist at his fingertips; the mist turned grayish-black upon contact with the air.
“This aura is far more insidious than the one the Merfolk encountered back then. I suspect it’s related to the mutated beasts.”

"Ha! You're under a curse and you're keeping quiet about it?"

Yin Jiuyao's tiger ears suddenly stood up, and his tiger tail slammed heavily onto the ground:
"You keep everything bottled up inside all the time, you deserve to die of pent-up feelings!"

"I'll go talk to him." As Ye Yuan turned around, the dragon scales rubbed against the metal back of the chair, sending up tiny sparks.
"Yin Jiuyao, keep your claws to yourself. Fei Zhao, don't let me see your foxfire."

"Okay!"

Yin Jiuyao bared its gleaming white fangs, the white tiger stripes gleaming blood-red under the emergency lights:
"Tell that stinky bird that if it dares to make An'an shed another tear..."

He paused, his tiger claws grinding against his palm with a cracking sound: "I'll pluck every single feather from him and pickle them into sauerkraut!"

"Count me in."

Fei Zhao gritted her teeth, and simultaneously, inch-long crimson flames shot up from the tips of her nine fiery red fox tails.

Yin Jiuyao glanced at him sideways and sneered:

"You're so pathetic. Who was it that got crushed by his 4S intimidation last time, with their tail hair all sticking up?"

"That's because my foot slipped!"

Fei Zhao bristled in anger.

"stop fighting!"

The Night Abyss Dragon's tail lay between Yin Jiuyao and Fei Zhao, its black scales gleaming coldly under the light.

"What if he really is under a deadly curse?"

The air in the conference room suddenly froze.

The light from the incandescent bulb flickered on the metal wall, scattering the shadows of the four beasts into disarray.

Yin Jiuyao's tiger ears slowly drooped down, the tip of his tail swept out tiny circles on the ground, and his voice became increasingly indistinct:
"Then let's find a way to break the curse! It's all because of An'an..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the rest of the sentence, "He's in my heart."

He only added sullenly, "We can't just stand by and watch someone die."

Fei Zhao's nine fox tails hung down obediently for once: "Although that guy is sharp-tongued and pretentious, he is still the beast husband that An An has agreed to."

He raised his paw and rubbed the tip of his nose, his tone becoming heavier:

"If it weren't for him rushing into the alternate dimension to protect An'an this time..."

“An’an may have already been captured by the rebels.”

"hurry up!"

Lan Cangming lightly tapped his fingertips on the table, and frost gradually condensed into patches:

“His divine power is being depleted too quickly; the longer the curse drags on, the more troublesome it will become.”

"I'll go find him now." Ye Yuan turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Yin Jiuyao scratched his head, his tiger ears twitching. "Tell him, if he dares to die..."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "I'll burn all his treasured sheet music!"

"Snapped!"

Fei Zhao's fox tail lashed heavily across the back of his head, causing his nine tails to wag angrily.
"Stupid cat! Why are you saying such nonsense at a time like this?"

Lan Cangming shook his head helplessly and gestured with his chin towards Ye Yuan:

"Go back quickly."

"Ok!"

Ye Yuan's figure vanished instantly.

Inside the warship's lounge, outside the observation window stretched a night sky so thick it seemed impossible to see through. Seville's golden wings, perched on the windowsill, were gradually becoming transparent.

Like the last trembling ray of light when a candle is about to go out.

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded behind me, accompanied by the sharp sound of a dragon's tail scraping against metal.

Seville didn't turn around; his amber eyes held the darkness outside the window, and his voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground by sand and gravel.

"Get out."

"You're not in the right state of mind."

Ye Yuan stopped three steps away, his dragon scales opening and closing gently with his breath, a dark light flowing between them:

"As the beast's husband, you have a duty to protect Su An'an."

"obligation?"

Seville whirled around, an ominous black mist swirling in his amber pupils:
"Isn't having four loyal dogs by her side enough? Does she need another bird like me?"

Ye Yuan noticed the black mist flashing in his eyes, and his dragon claw suddenly shot out, the resulting gust of wind whipping up Seville's wings.

Seville dodged to the side, but was a fraction of a second too slow.

With a "rip", the collar was torn open.

The hideous black curse mark on his chest was revealed, slowly writhing like a venomous snake.

Ye Yuan's crimson vertical pupils suddenly contracted: "So it really is the curse of the mutated beast?"

"What does 'as expected' mean?"

Seville looked up sharply.

"Lan Cangming was cursed by a mermaid before, so he can smell the evil aura on you."

Ye Yuan stared at the curse mark on his chest and said in a deep voice:
"Now that things have come to this, stop hiding it and tell the truth!"

"That's right, it's a curse cast by the Blood King."

Seville's Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingertips traced heavily across the dark lines on his chest.

"That little curse from Lan Cangming? It's not even an appetizer compared to this."

Ye Yuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke:
“An’an can break the curse on the mermaids, so maybe she can help you too.”

"My divine power can't even satiate this thing! Why send her to her death?"

Seville pulled his collar shut, his golden wings trembling violently, his voice barely audible:
I don't want her to get hurt!

Ye Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally fell silent.

"The rebels now call themselves the Divine Army, and the mutated beasts they raise are becoming increasingly terrifying."

Seville gazed out the window at the ink-black universe, golden wings fluttering down as dust of light fell.
"You must be careful."

"You don't need to remind me about this."

Ye Yuan took two steps forward, staring intently into Seville's eyes:

"Tell me, what exactly is this curse?"

A flicker of pain crossed Seville's eyes, and his wings snapped straight up:

"Never to find true love, life after life."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, his laughter sounding more like a grimace.

"The kind of fight to the death."

Night Abyss's tail tightened abruptly, dark light flickering between its scales:

"So that's why you were acting like a madman just now?"

“Yes.” Seville’s voice was icy, his face instantly contorting.

“Seeing you all surrounding her, I want to tear you to pieces every single second.”

He dug his fingertips deep into his palm, and beads of bright red blood seeped out.

"If this continues, I'll turn into a monster sooner or later, and I'll drag An'an down with me."

Ye Yuan remained silent for a moment, then his dragon tail left shallow marks on the ground.

"Is there a way to break the curse?"

"Go back to the Swan Clan and find the High Priest."

Seville gazed at the swirling nebula outside the window, his voice as soft as a feather:
"This is the only clue we have at the moment."

(End of this chapter)