Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 130 Curse

The next day is dawn.

Accompanied by Feng Xuanji, Sheng Wansong went to the place where the two babies were placed.

The temperature began to drop even before we got very close.

Ghostly figures flashed before my eyes, and I could hear muttering in my ears.

A chilling wind blew, and resentment filled the air.

To have such a display of power in broad daylight, it truly is a ferocious and monstrous ghost with overwhelming arrogance.

A pitch-black baby crawled across the door lintel, leaving a trail of black footprints.

Sheng Wansong narrowed his eyes slightly, certain that what had happened was consistent with his understanding.

This ghost comes from the palace.

Previously, Sheng Wansong nailed the spirit of Emperor Ying to the alchemy room, allowing the infant spirits to eat his flesh and drink his soul, making them more powerful and stronger.

These infant spirits, after being reincarnated normally, will inevitably become intelligent people with clear minds, and talented individuals in the eyes of the world.

When someone falls into the water, some people will put up warning signs to warn others, while others would love for others to follow in their footsteps.

After their great revenge is achieved, the spirits of the unborn children usually have their resentment resolved and are reincarnated.

However, a small number of people stayed behind, some because they missed the world, and others because they wanted to see their biological parents one last time.

Others, however, were filled with resentment.

"Why should only you survive?!"

"Why are we the only ones who have to die!"

"You guys come and match with us too!"

Sheng Wansong lowered his hand from the footprint. The infant spirit could not speak, but its resentment clearly entered Sheng Wansong's mind.

Under their curse, the two babies, who were sleeping soundly, were also awakened and began to cry incessantly.

Sheng Wansong stepped forward and placed his hands on the babies.

They were very familiar with the scent of Katsumansong, the man who had saved them from the brink of death.

As their instinctive fear gradually subsided, they slowly returned to sleep.

Sheng Wansong looked up at the eaves, and a chubby, dark hand withdrew into the shadows.

A naturally evil little devil.

"Owner!"

An Lan raised her hand, her palm covered in dark internal energy. "Let me deal with these inherently evil brats!"

What are you yelling for? You're one of them!

Sheng Wansong suppressed the inherently evil Anlan brat with a single palm strike.

He had no doubt that if he were in the same situation, An Lan would also become the same resentful ghost.

After suppressing An Lan, Sheng Wansong said loudly in the room, "If you continue to cause trouble, don't blame me for using ruthless methods."

These babies are ultimately pitiful people who have suffered tragic events, and Sheng Wansong is willing to give them another chance.

But he also knew in his heart that only a few people could pull back from the brink, let alone these spirits whose minds were already clouded by resentment.

On the first day, Sheng Wansong recited the "Taishang Sansheng Jieyuan Miaojing," a scripture specifically used to comfort and deliver aborted or stillborn infants.

The Feng family does not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, and there are no outsiders within dozens of miles of the Feng family, which reduces the effectiveness of the scriptures, leaving them to rely on their own fate.

After listening to the whole story, Feng Xuanji clapped softly after leaving the nursery: "Young Master Sheng is kind-hearted and willing to give even corrupted ghosts a chance. Feng Xuanji admires you greatly."

"They are victims too."

Sheng Wansong glanced to the side.

Besides this small room, there are several nurseries around, containing many baby girls.

It seems that the Feng family is not the mother, but rather the family as a whole that raises all the babies and provides them with equal education.

At midnight, when the moon was high in the sky, Feng Xuanji brought the twins again.

These twins are different from the previous ones.

"The Feng family has a rather high rate of twins."

Sheng Wansong felt a pang in his heart; he remembered that Feng Xuanji and that phoenix were also twins.

Although the Feng family is large, there are three sets of twins in one generation, and all of them are women with excellent looks.

Have they already mastered the core technologies?

The fact that the Phoenix can precisely strike the nerves proves that the Phoenix family has a deep understanding of the human body.

The union of sperm and egg is much simpler than the connection between nerves.

Perhaps the Phoenix Clan is already able to interfere with the reproductive process; if you think about it that way, this result is easy to explain.

If that's the case, the Feng family can definitely guarantee a 100% hit rate, so those two girls from last night don't need to come again.

That's exactly what happened.

The Feng family has always been searching for a way of survival that does not require dependence on men.

Only occasionally in history have extraordinary and powerful men appeared, men who have astonished even the Feng family. In such cases, the Feng family will seek out the traits of these men to make the clan even stronger.

However, this process is often not so harmonious; it usually involves direct murder and violent extraction of sperm.

Only a man like Sheng Wansong, whom the Feng family cannot deal with, would need to be so hypocritical and compromise for the sake of the Feng family's future.

I might be going to be a dad.

Sheng Wansong didn't feel anything, after all, he had never taken any protective measures.

His strength does not depend on genes, but rather on techniques that transcend the world.

Even if he does have offspring, it won't threaten his existence.

The next day, Sheng Wansong recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra.

It is the most well-known Buddhist scripture for the salvation of souls. Buddhism is a professional in the field of salvation, but as before.

The Feng family does not believe in Buddhism or Taoism.

The divine power of Buddhism, Taoism, and shamanism all depend on people's faith to exert their full effect.

When no one around believes it, its effect will be very weak.

The recitations that day still yielded little result.

So the infant spirit is only temporarily dormant, still waiting for an opportunity to curse the two babies.

"As expected, there are still evil spirits that cannot be converted."

Feng Xuanji sighed, as if lamenting for these hopeless infant spirits.

That night, as usual, Feng Xuanji brought two twins with her.

Still beautiful.

Compared to the previous two nights, the two were bolder this time, staring directly at Katsumon's entire body.

Day three.

Sheng Wansong tried the ancient witchcraft.

This time, the results were outstanding.

The Feng family secretly practiced witchcraft, and the spread of "Martial Memories" also utilized these spells to some extent.

As the ancient incantation was chanted, a chilling wind blew.

The infant spirits were gradually affected and began to become frantic and angry.

Unlike modern methods of deliverance, ancient magic is always crude and simple.

Their anger was stopped by Sheng Wansong and gradually subsided with each outburst.

Finally, all was calm.

The vengeful spirits returned to the earth.

In ancient traditions, there was no concept of reincarnation; their souls nourished the land in harmony.

In the end, two exceptionally stubborn evil spirits remained.

So violent, so furious.

The true evil spirit.

"Human patience has its limits."

Sheng Wansong lowered his hand and looked at the two vengeful spirits.

"Destruction awaits you."

He gently opened the folding fan, and an irresistible vortex swept the two vengeful spirits into it.

Behind the vortex is a magnificent pyramid-shaped building.

Golden Pavilion.

Under the suppression of the Golden Pavilion, the infant spirits were at their most powerless, torn apart and pulverized, becoming nourishment for the Golden Pavilion.

"Your anger should not be vented on your fellow citizens."

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