While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

"Curse power, level four!"

Looking at the five large, shining characters on the test boulder, Zen Temple Tenyan's lips twitched, and his eyes became somewhat unfocused.

"It's not level three?"

He sighed helplessly. He had thought that this damn system would show some mercy and let him complete the classic "Curse Power, Level Three!" storyline.

After all... this damn system is called the [Emperor Yan's Life Experience System]!

"Zen Temple Ten'en, Curse Power: Level 4," Zen Temple Shinro, the captain of the Zen Temple Family Corpse Team in charge of the test, announced the result expressionlessly.

You watched the elders who used to treat you with utmost respect change, seeing the disdain and indifference in their eyes, and you touched your nose with a wry smile.

"Don't talk nonsense. There's no disdain or indifference involved. Zenji Shinro has always had a poker face, and I didn't touch his nose!"

Zen Temple Tianyan looked at the system's prompt and subconsciously touched his nose.

As the results were announced, the once quiet hall erupted into a cacophony of whispers and discussions.

"I didn't expect it to actually drop! Last month's test showed it was at the level of a near-level 1 mage, right?"

"When the news first came out, I thought it was a joke!"

"Lord Tianyan is only sixteen years old, which should be the period of explosive growth in his magical power. Why is this happening?"

"Damn it, I thought that Lord Tianyan, who was the best at dealing with non-spellcasters, could smoothly enter Bing, and that the current situation could be slightly improved!"

"Who knows? They probably did something wrong and offended the gods!"

Zenji Naoya's sarcastic Kansai dialect rang out, quickly attracting the attention of those around him and eliciting a chorus of low murmurs.

In this Zen temple family where incantations and spells are the absolute truth, without strength, one is not even qualified to be a human being!

"Next up, Zenin Naoya!"

Upon hearing this name, the noisy hall instantly fell silent.

Dressed in an exquisite kimono, he walked out with an arrogant expression, head held high and chest puffed out.

As he passed Tianyan, he deliberately paused, then sneered in a voice only everyone could hear, "Excuse me!"

"A piece of trash should be aware of his worth. Stop occupying the position without doing anything. Bingnei's position will soon be mine."

Tianyan remained calm, not even lifting his eyelids. This level of provocation was like child's play to someone whose soul had already reached adulthood and who was exhausted both physically and mentally from the system's torment.

Ah, it's no wonder that contempt and indifference apply to him!

After all, ever since he was adopted by the Zenin family, Zenin Naoya's brilliance as the son of the head of the family and a genius had been taken away by him!

In daily sparring, I lost more often than I won. The few times I did win, it was obvious that my opponent was throwing the game, since the winner gets hurt while the loser doesn't!

Even in terms of family prestige, he couldn't compare. If he were in their shoes, Zen Temple Tianyan would definitely want to stab himself in the back.

Ouch! My neck has been bothering me for the past few days. Could it be because I was stabbed with a voodoo doll?!

Zenji Naoya slammed his palm onto the testing stone, and a dazzling light burst forth instantly.

"Zen Monk Zhizai, Spell Power: Quasi-Level 1! Technique: Projection Spell!"

"Wow!" The hall erupted in cheers.

"As expected of the patriarch's son, a sixteen-year-old near-first-level expert, and he even possesses a legendary technique!"

"This is the future of our Zen family, far better than that inexplicably degenerated fellow."

"It seems that the position of the next head of the family is none other than Young Master Zhizai."

Hearing the compliments around him, Zenji Naoya arrogantly raised his chin and confidently looked at Zenji Naohito on the main seat and Zenji Tenen who had returned to the group. His smugness was almost overflowing.

At the head of the table, Zenji Naoki laughed heartily, continuing to pour sake from his gourd, his eyes glazed with drunkenness.

But if you look closely, you can see that his fingers holding the gourd are slightly white.

As the head of the family, he couldn't possibly be unmoved by Tianyan's downfall. After all, Tianyan was the successor he had the most promising after he had restrained that tyrannical dragon, Shen'er.

Tianyan recalled the plot of Battle Through the Heavens, and it seemed that only two characters appeared after the main character, so...

He looked at Zenjiu Naoya, who was putting on airs. In the system's eyes, was this mourner Xiao Mei? Or Xiao Xun'er?

The thought sent a chill down my spine; both types are disgusting!

"Lord Tianyan, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

Upon seeing this, some of the team members behind him immediately spoke up in concern.

"Yes, please take good care of yourself!"

"We're looking forward to seeing you in even better shape than before; we're sure you can regain your strength!"

Tianyan turned around and said with a smile, "Thank you all for your concern. With your support, I will recover soon."

"This is wonderful!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Just as everyone was discussing and Zenjou Naoya was in high spirits, a cold figure slowly walked up to Zenjou Tenyan.

It is a Zen temple fan.

His face was as gloomy as a rain cloud, and his gaze fell on Tian Yan, devoid of his usual gentleness, only a heavy sense of oppression.

The whispers around them instantly fell silent, and even breathing became soft.

"Tianyan."

Zen Temple Fan spoke, his voice so deep it sent a chill down one's spine: "If you reach this level again in the next spell power test, you will be officially assigned to the Body-Enduring Team."

He paused, staring into Tianyan's eyes, and said, slowly and deliberately, "You just said you can recover. Is that true?"

Zen Temple Tianyan lowered his eyes slightly, and when he raised them again, his expression was calm and firm.

"Godfather, I... to be honest, I'm not quite sure when my cursed power will be able to completely return to what it was before."

He didn't lie or deceive, and spoke frankly: "But you know my technique, Bone Iron Hunt, best."

"My technique is not controlled by incantation, but by hardening bones and strengthening the body with incantation, turning all the bones in the body into weapons."

Even though my spell power is only at level four now, I can still activate my bone armor and bone blades, and my close-combat ability is definitely not inferior to that of a near-level one sorcerer.

Tianyan clenched his fist slightly, a slight vibration of magical power emanating from his bones, and a faint black iron light flashed across his finger bones.

"Please rest assured, Godfather."

He raised his eyes, his gaze steady: "I will not let you down, much less disgrace the Zen family."

Zen-in-sen stared at him for a long time, her taut jawline relaxing slightly, but she still didn't give him a kind look, only coldly uttering a sentence.

"That would be best."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back view exuding an undeniable air of authority.

You gave a self-deprecating laugh, turned, and walked dejectedly out of the hall. A fallen phoenix is ​​worse than a chicken, especially in this realistic family. Now, only the mountain peak you often visit can offer you a sliver of solace.

System, where are you planning to take me?