Chapter 864: The Blood Refining Sect’s Curse

Chapter 864: Chapter 864: The Blood Refining Sect’s Curse

The car sped through the night, Yang Cheng with one hand on the wheel, and the other occasionally pressed against his chest where the black mark was located.

The mark didn’t hurt, but it carried an indescribable eerie sensation, as if something was slowly seeping into his body, merging with his blood and meridians.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Feng Jiuge turned her head and looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with concern.

"Not uncomfortable, just feels a bit off. This mark seems alive. I can feel it slowly spreading."

Yang Cheng frowned tightly.

Feng Jiuge reached her hand into his shirt, her fingertips touching where the mark was. Liu Mei instantly furrowed her brows.

"It’s indeed spreading. It was only the size of a coin earlier; now it’s almost as big as an egg. If we let it keep spreading, by then, you will be completely consumed by the curse, turning into..."

She retracted her hand, her complexion somewhat pale. Although she didn’t finish her sentence, Yang Cheng understood what she meant.

Turning into another Yin Wujiang.

Or rather, becoming Yin Wujiang’s puppet.

"Don’t worry, there will always be a way."

Yang Cheng held her hand, gently squeezing it, and smiled, "I’m tough. I won’t die easily."

Feng Jiuge looked at his feigned ease, a surge of bittersweetness welling up in her heart.

She knew that Yang Cheng didn’t want her to worry.

The car soon arrived at the Kong Family Villa. It was already past three in the morning, but the villa was brightly lit.

Kong Lingwen, Cheng Ruonan, and Cheng Qiyue were sitting in the living room, none of them asleep.

Hearing the sound of the car, the three stood up simultaneously, quickly coming out to greet them.

"How was it? Did you catch that old elusive one?"

Cheng Ruonan asked eagerly.

"I killed him."

Yang Cheng walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, took the cup of water handed by Kong Lingwen, and drank half of it in one go.

Feng Jiuge sat beside him and briefly recounted what happened in the cemetery.

Upon hearing what had just occurred, the expressions of the three gradually changed from shock to worry.

"Let me see!"

Kong Lingwen rushed over, pulling open Yang Cheng’s shirt to reveal the black mark on his chest.

The mark was the size of an egg, with eerie black symbols that made one’s scalp tingle just looking at them.

Kong Lingwen’s fingers trembled as they touched the mark, feeling nothing but icy coldness, completely lacking the warmth of normal skin.

"Don’t worry, Senior Sister said there’s a way to break the curse."

Yang Cheng held her hand, speaking lightly, "Besides, there are many books in Yin Wujiang’s storage magic artifact. Maybe there will be records."

Seeing that Kong Lingwen was still worried, he pulled her into his embrace dominantly, "What big storms haven’t I faced, your man? A small curse is nothing."

Kong Lingwen leaned into his embrace, holding him tightly as if he would disappear if she let go.

"Alright, alright, let’s all go to sleep. There are things to do tomorrow."

Yang Cheng patted Kong Lingwen’s back, "Lin Wen, those bodies are still in my storage space. Tomorrow morning I’ll take them out, you contact a Funeral Master to do their makeup, change their clothes, and let the family see them properly laid to rest."

"Ruonan and Ms. Qi Yue, keep an eye on the company tomorrow. With the downfall of the Gong Family, Chenling Pharmaceutical needs to stabilize."

"Senior Sister, accompany me in researching how to break the curse."

The four women nodded simultaneously, then each returned to their rooms, while Feng Jiuge followed Yang Cheng into the study.

He took out everything from Yin Wujiang’s storage space, gold, silver, and treasures piled on the ground, glittering, but neither of them glanced at it.

There were dozens of books, most documenting the evil techniques of the Blood Refining Sect, and some were personal cultivation notes and insights.

The two of them flipped through the books one by one, searching for records about the curse.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky outside gradually brightened.

"Found it!"

Feng Jiuge suddenly exclaimed, pushing an ancient yellowed book in front of Yang Cheng.

"The blood refining sect’s curse technique is called the ’Blood Soul Curse.’ The caster uses their own essence blood as a guide to leave a mark on the target; the mark continuously spreads, eventually devouring the target’s mind, turning them into the caster’s puppet."

"After the caster dies, the Blood Soul Curse doesn’t disappear; instead, it accelerates because of losing control. If unchecked, the target will be completely devoured by the curse in forty-nine days."

Yang Cheng frowned, "Forty-nine days, the time is still enough."

"But it also says here, breaking the Blood Soul Curse requires three things."

Feng Jiuge pointed to the text in the ancient book, reading word by word: "First, the caster’s heart blood, second, the Earth Core Fire from the Land of Extreme Yang, third, the Celestial Flower Stone Marrow."

"Celestial Flower Stone Marrow?"

Yang Cheng was taken aback, it was the first time he’d heard of this name.

"A legendary spiritual object, reportedly only formed in the depths of the Land of Extreme Cold’s ancient ice ponds, one drop every hundred years, incredibly precious."

Feng Jiuge explained, "This is also the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in ancient books. I’ve only heard Master mention it before, saying the Celestial Flower Stone Marrow can cleanse the soul and expel all evil."

Yang Cheng was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Having a way is better than no way at all. First, take out Yin Wujiang’s heart blood, then figure out how to find the other two items."

He took out Yin Wujiang’s corpse from the storage space, which had already half-rotted, emitting a stifling stench.

Feng Jiuge wrinkled her nose, picked up a dagger from the side, and handed it to Yang Cheng, "You do it, I can’t."

Yang Cheng took the dagger, took a deep breath, knelt down, and stabbed the dagger into Yin Wujiang’s heart.

Cutting open the decayed flesh, black blood slowly oozed out, carrying a disgusting stench.

Yang Cheng forced down his nausea, groping within the decayed chest cavity for a moment, finally locating the heart, though it had mostly shrunk, its color blackened, looking like rotten meat.

He carefully cut open the heart with the dagger, and a dark red liquid slowly dripped out, which was Yin Wujiang’s heart blood. Though not much, it was half a bowl full.

Yang Cheng hurriedly took out a jade bottle, filled it with heart blood, and sealed the bottle tightly.

"Alright, the remaining two items, we’ll find them slowly."

He stood up, put the jade bottle into the storage space, then re-stored Yin Wujiang’s body.

Feng Jiuge watched him, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "Yang Cheng, the Earth Core Fire from the Land of Extreme Yang and the Celestial Flower Stone Marrow, aren’t easy to find, especially the Celestial Flower Stone Marrow. In all my years traveling the world, I’ve never seen it."

Yang Cheng wiped the bloodstains off his hands, speaking calmly, "Hua Xia is vast, someone must know."

The sky gradually brightened, Feng Jiuge tidied up the scattered books on the floor, preparing to put them away, when she happened to drop an old journal. Picking it up, she was immediately stunned.