Transform into ancestral tablets and create a supreme immortal clan.

"System, perform a full-body scan on Shen Mingzhou to see what's wrong with him?"

Shen Xiao's mood sombered, hoping that this time, it wouldn't consume too many of his offerings.

Although the donations invested in the Shen family will eventually yield returns in another form.

But the little offering he currently possesses is of great use.

[Detection complete. The target has been afflicted with the "Crimson Sky Soul Control Curse," which can be removed using a second-tier Soul Suppression Talisman.]

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiao felt even more disgusted with the Bei family and their group of despicable individuals.

This kind of spell requires the blood of the heart as a catalyst, and the person under the spell will unknowingly become the puppet of the spellcaster.

If it hadn't been discovered in time, given Shen Mingzhou's power, who knows how much trouble he would have caused in the Shen family.

Moreover, a second-tier Soul-Suppressing Talisman is worth two hundred spirit stones, equivalent to twenty offering points.

During this period, Shen Xiao's offerings have fluctuated, increasing and decreasing, with some going up and some going down, leaving him with ninety-one points at the moment.

Now, having to spend twenty points at once is really painful for him.

But no matter what, Shen Mingzhou must be saved.

However, ancestors are ancestors, and business is business; only through equal exchange can a business go the distance.

The smoke from the incense rose and billowed, converging into a line of characters.

"Burning incense for a year, fulfilling filial piety in the ancestral hall, and the curse will be instantly broken!"

After a year of continuous incense offerings and prayers, Shen Xiao not only recovered the offering points he had used up, but also had a considerable surplus.

He had already calculated this carefully based on Shen Muyi's situation.

If a Qi Refining cultivator from the Shen family burns incense and kowtows for ten consecutive days, he can obtain one point of offering value.

365 days a year, that's 36 offering points, isn't that a profit?

Seeing that Shen Xiao was willing to help, Shen Shichu had no reason to refuse.

He believed that it was only natural for his descendants to fulfill their filial duties in the ancestral hall.

Now that the Shen family has declined, Shen Mingzhou, who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, is the pillar of the Shen family.

He had no choice but to seek help from his ancestor for the sake of his family's future.

But to be honest, this matter is something that makes him, the head of the family, lose face.

He was worried about not being able to repay his ancestors, but now that he can fulfill his filial duty at the ancestral hall, he can feel a little more at ease.

"This unworthy descendant, Shen Shichu, kowtows in gratitude for the blessings bestowed upon him by his ancestors. It is his honor to be able to fulfill his filial duty to them!"

There was no need to even ask the person involved; the head of the family made the decision for him.

Moreover, Shen Mingzhou is currently mentally unstable, so he probably wouldn't object.

The ancestral tablet in which Shen Xiao resided emitted a burst of clear light, and at the same time, a bright yellow talismanic light shot out, completely enveloping Shen Mingzhou.

In a short while, a thick beam of blood-red light shot out from the top of his head.

The light from the talisman instantly dissipated.

Shen Xiao gained another bit of life.

Meanwhile, at the western foot of Beipan Mountain, in the Bei family's residence, a man sitting cross-legged spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart, and his spiritual pressure aura, which was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, visibly subsided.

"How could this be? How could it be broken? Could it be a Soul-Suppressing Talisman? How could the Shen family possess such an uncommon and rare talisman?"

Outside the attic, Bei Haishi, the head of the Bei family, hurriedly went inside to investigate.

"Third Uncle, are you suffering from a backlash?"

The man forcefully gathered his true energy and slowly sat up straight: "Let's stop for now. After all, the Shen family was a Golden Core family five hundred years ago. They still have some inherited resources and foundations that are not so easy to devour."

Fortunately, that old man Shen Jiuyang is nearing the end of his lifespan, with a maximum of nine years left.

Once there are no more Foundation Establishment cultivators, the talisman treasure passed down from the Shen family ancestors will be unusable.

At that time, annihilating the Shen family will be an easy task.

Bei Haishi frowned slightly, his eyes revealing an unfathomable depth.

Three years ago, the ancient elder of Tianquan Peak of Qixing Mountain photographed the Floating Firefly Secret Order that the Shen family had left behind in Mingshan Market.

Now, the restrictions on the secret order have probably been broken, and Elder Gu must already know about the Shen family's Floating Firefly Secret Vault.

That Floating Firefly Treasury is a secret treasure trove of Golden Core cultivation left behind by Shen Xiao, the ancestor of the Shen family. It may even contain miraculous elixirs that can help with the formation of the Golden Core.

Elder Gu is currently in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment realm. Once he successfully breaks through and emerges from seclusion, he will certainly not let this opportunity pass him by.

We are running out of time; we must find the Shen family's Floating Firefly Vault as soon as possible and strike first.

With the acquisition of the Floating Firefly Vault, the Bei family will surely rise to great heights.

The conditions for opening the Floating Firefly Vault are stringent. The Shen family possesses the treasure trove but cannot enter, while my Bei family can.

"If you insist on doing it this way, then do it your way! But in any case, the continuation of the family line is always the top priority. Never gamble with the future of the entire family."

"Don't worry, Uncle. As long as I put the Blood Spirit Pearl into the Shen family's ancestral land and release the Blood Corpse sealed in the Blood Cave of Shang Mountain, the Shen family will surely suffer a great calamity."

At that time, I'll see if that old bastard Shen Jiuyang can still sit still.

Once Shen Jiuyang makes her move and exhausts her last bit of magical energy, the Shen family will be mine to control.

"You've always been a person with your own ideas, so I won't say much more, but the Blood Cave of Shangshan seems to be related to the Floating Corpse Pavilion. You mustn't get yourself into trouble."

"Don't worry, Uncle, I have my own plans."

……

Mingzhou has three famous mountains and rivers: Beipan Mountain, which is high and precipitous; Shang Mountain, which is shrouded in yin energy all year round; and Yunwu Mountain, a sacred place of gods and Buddhas with many Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries.

On the northern slope of Yunwu Mountain, at Xianglu Peak, stands an ancient temple called Xiangji Temple.

For hundreds of years, the temple has been a place of great religious activity, attracting countless worshippers.

A year ago, a wandering monk named Huijing came to Xiangji Temple.

On the surface, he was a wandering ascetic monk who accumulated merit and did good deeds, but in reality, he had already been bought off by Bei Haishi with huge profits and an ancient, incomplete Buddhist scripture in the Bei family's collection.

On this day, he left the Zen temple behind Xiangji Temple alone, and secretly traveled all the way to Shangshan, three hundred miles away.

Deep in the Shangshan Mountains, strange rocks stand tall.

An ancient well sealed by stone slabs, with Buddhist runes long since faded and dulled carved along its rim.

A faint, lingering stench of blood and resentment still seeped out, sending chills down one's spine.

Huijing clasped her hands together, lowered her eyes, but instead of chanting Buddhist mantras, she uttered a difficult and strange incantation.

He forced out a drop of blood essence that shimmered with golden light from his fingertip, mixed with the filthy blood of the demon beast that he had prepared beforehand, and placed it on the center of the stone slab sealing the well.

The runes on the stone slab lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed and shattered as if corroded by filth.

"Click..."

The stone slab cracked instantly, and a thick, blood-red light, reeking of foul odor, shot up from the wellhead.

In an instant, half of the sky was dyed red, and all living beings within the entire Shangshan area felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls.

A roar, neither human nor beast, filled with endless resentment and hunger, came from the bottom of the well, shaking the ancient trees of Shangshan Forest.

Hui Jing's face paled slightly, and he quickly took out the "Blood Spirit Pearl," the size of a dragon's eye, containing blood-red light and constantly pulsating, which Bei Haishi had given him.

He dared not delay and threw the Blood Spirit Orb toward the well.

The Blood Spirit Orb seemed to have a life of its own, hovering precisely above the well opening and emitting an alluring crimson glow.

The roars from the well suddenly became urgent and greedy. A horrifying figure, twisted and composed of dense blood light and broken corpses—the Blood Corpse of Shangshan—burst out of the well and lunged straight at the Blood Spirit Orb.

However, the Blood Spirit Pearl trembled nimbly, transforming into a streak of blood that shot towards the Shen family's ancestral land at an astonishing speed.

The blood corpse let out a furious roar, instinctively chasing after the blood spirit that contained pure blood energy and endless vitality.

Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered, the land turned black, leaving behind a blood-red path that reeked of corrosion, pointing straight to the Shen family!