Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"The power of curses?" A hint of interest flashed in Xia Jin's eyes. "Then I am somewhat interested."

A wisp of white flame emerged from his palm.

Xia Jin slowly pressed her right hand towards Yuan Bei's severed left shoulder and arm.

The white flames instantly enveloped the entire severed arm wound.

"laugh!!"

The intense pain of his burning flesh made Yuan Bei clench his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp scream came from the flames.

The voice didn't sound human; it had an indescribable eeriness to it.

"Back up! Everyone back up!"

Someone shouted, and the disciples who had just agreed to join the Heavenly Alliance instinctively took several steps back, their faces showing fear.

They stared wide-eyed at the spot where the ape had lost its arm, and felt as if the temperature around them had dropped a few degrees.

"A curse!! It's this cursed power!!" Yuan Bei swallowed hard, his whole body tense and stiff.

He could clearly feel that the cursed power was like a living thing, writhing wildly in the flesh of his severed arm, trying to escape the burning flames.

Xia Jin looked at the cursed power struggling in the white flame, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Hmph!! Mere curse power, fallen into my hands, you still think you can struggle to escape?"

He exerted a slight force with his right hand.

In an instant, the white flames suddenly surged.

But just as Xia Jin exerted her strength, a scene unfolded that made everyone present gasp in shock.

Beneath the severed arm of the ape, several thin, blood-red lines slowly emerged.

Those thin lines wriggled like living things, then grew thicker and thicker, and finally burst out of the severed arm!

"This is what they call the power of a curse? It doesn't seem to have anything special about it." Xia Jin glanced at the thin lines and gently tapped them with her right finger.

Those few lines of blood seemed to have been severed at the waist by an inexplicable sword aura, flying out from the severed arm of the Ape's Sorrow, bringing with them a string of blood droplets.

Under everyone's gaze, the blood lines slowly coalesced into a face.

A withered face, like a dried-up corpse.

"Kid, you...you have some nerve..."

"Huh? This thing can actually talk. Could it have some kind of self-awareness?" Xia Jin raised an eyebrow, looking at the strange face floating in the air with great interest.

His withered face twisted in agony, his words laced with threat: "You dare destroy the curse I left behind... From now on, you will be forever cursed by my bloodline! For all eternity, you will never be free!"

"My clan's curse is inescapable, unbreakable. Today you have destroyed one of my curses, but one day my clan will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold! You, and everyone around you, hahahahaha!!"

The somewhat jarring sound sent a chill down the spines of everyone present, except for Xia Jin.

A bloodline?

What kind of force is that?

They had never heard of this name before. When did such a force appear in the Mirage Realm?

Xia Jin frowned, but her expression remained unchanged; however, a flash of undisguised disgust crossed her eyes.

"Hmph! What kind of ghost bloodline is this?"

"How dare you threaten me! You're courting death!!"

A light shone in Xia Jin's eyes.

Two pink sword intents shot out directly from his eyes, piercing through his gaunt face almost instantly.

The sword intent of the mortal world!

The face rapidly collapsed and disintegrated under the impact of the Red Dust Sword Intent, eventually turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

However, those two mortal sword intents did not dissipate.

After piercing through the face, they actually vanished into the void, following the mysterious connection between the face and the body, and sped off in a distant direction.

Xia Jin withdrew her gaze, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Trying to threaten me? Let's see if you even have the life to survive!"

"We did it!! We finally succeeded?"

Yuan Bei knelt on the ground, looking up at Xia Jin with eyes full of awe.

"My lord!! Thank you, my lord!!" After regaining his senses, he excitedly kowtowed several times to Xia Jin.

"Fine, I'll go all the way and help you with this severed arm." Xia Jin looked at the extremely excited Yuan Bei and gently blew a breath.

A surge of spiritual energy, cultivated from the Nine Revolutions Creation Scripture and imbued with an extremely rich vitality, flowed from his mouth and landed on Yuan Bei's severed arm.

Nourished by that spiritual power, in just a dozen breaths, a complete arm reappeared on Yuan Bei's left shoulder.

Yuan Bei slowly clenched his fist, his newly grown fingers bending and stretching flexibly, each knuckle brimming with power.

It felt as if the arm had never been broken.

After a twenty-year wait, success has finally come at this moment.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"My life belongs to you from this day forward! I will obey your every command, even at the cost of my life!"

Xia Jin waved her hand dismissively: "Get up."

Yuan Bei stood up and took several deep breaths before he could barely calm himself down.

"In a few days, someone will come here to help build the foundation of the Heavenly Alliance. At that time, you will cooperate with them."

Yuan Bei immediately clasped his hands in a fist and solemnly replied, "Rest assured, my lord, I will do my utmost to cooperate!"

Xia Jin nodded, then raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the less than two hundred newly joined disciples of the Heavenly Alliance in the training ground.

"Did you see that?"

He pointed at Yuan Bei, "If you work for me, I will not treat you unfairly. As long as you do your best, the benefits you receive will definitely not be less than his. In fact, they will be even greater."

"That's right!! The Alliance Leader is right!! Brothers, think about what kind of treatment you received in the Hall of Wrathful Souls before?" As soon as Xia Jin finished speaking, Yuan Bei shouted loudly in response.

"I believe many of you, like me, have spent decades or even centuries in the Hall of Wrathful Souls. But what have you gained? All you've received is suppression! Without connections or a background in the Hall of Wrathful Souls, there is no chance of advancement! But the Heavenly Alliance, under the leadership of the Alliance Leader, will be completely different now."

"Brothers!! Today is just the beginning. In the future, as long as you do your best, what you receive will be ten times, even a hundred times, more than what I receive!!"

Incited by Yuan Bei, these newly joined disciples of the Heavenly Alliance knelt on one knee and shouted in unison.

"I am willing to serve the Alliance Leader!"

"Your subordinate swears to follow the Alliance Leader to the death!"

"Long live the Alliance Leader!"

The voices of nearly two hundred people merged into a torrent.

"I never expected that this Yuan Bei, who looks rather burly, would be so skilled at brainwashing!" Xia Jin nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright," he waved his hand, "you can all leave now."

"yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, bowed respectfully to Xia Jin, and then dispersed in an orderly fashion.

Xia Jin turned around and walked alone into the main hall.

As soon as Xia Jin sat down in the seat of the Palace Master, her eyes narrowed slightly.