Chapter Thirty: The Curse

  One night's work, Mu Yuan gained a great deal of benefits, grasping the true meaning of longevity, merging the Dragon King's momentum with the Longevity Formula, and the Longevity Sword was even stationed in the Dantian, like a bright and majestic golden elixir, allowing Mu Yuan to exhibit the divine abilities that only existed in the realm of Dan Cheng!

  The heavy rain lasted for two hours, and when the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, Mu Yuan was about to leave when Cha Ying rushed in and said that Yuan Longtai had invited Mu Yuan to his home to apologize for his rash behavior yesterday.

  Mu Yuan didn't refuse, thinking of the Flying Heaven Golden Corpse raised by Yuan Longtai's family, he was still quite envious in his heart. Last night, Leng Fenghai and that sword-controlling master were both cultivators who had already reached the Refining Spirit realm, but even with their combined efforts, they still couldn't defeat the Golden Corpse. This showed just how formidable it was. Mu Yuan thought to himself that even if his own cultivation was twice as strong, he probably wouldn't be a match for it!

  However, with the Changsheng sword in hand, Mu Yuan still had a great advantage. The sharpness of the Changsheng sword was far beyond that of ordinary flying swords, and cutting through gold and iron was merely child's play. Against a true cultivator who could wield their qi to defend themselves, they might be able to withstand its attack with their own divine sword energy. But this flying golden corpse was clearly relying on its superior martial skills and indestructible body to counterattack, and when faced with a divine weapon like the Changsheng sword, it would have to hold back!

  Cha Ying took Mu Yuan to Yuan Longtai's house. The heavy rain for two hours did not make the village road muddy, and the roads in Feilong Village were all paved with bluestone. After a heavy rain, it washed away the dust and wood chips left by last night's battle, leaving only the broken houses on both sides of the road still showing signs of last night's fighting.

  The vast Flying Dragon Village, from the Cha Ying family to the Yuan Longtai family, is separated by a distance of about five or six miles. If an ordinary person were to visit in this way, it would take at least half a day's journey. However, the people of Flying Dragon Village seem to be accustomed to it, and there are many domesticated mounts in the village, including wild horses, deer, and green cows. When they left the Cha Ying family, the two of them rode on a rather strange beast called a brocade deer, which was about six feet tall and five feet long, with scales all over its body that resembled fish scales, cool to the touch but extremely soft to the hand. It ran very fast, surpassing even the fastest horses, making it an excellent mount.

  It only took a short while to arrive at Yuan Longtai's house. In the bright daylight, it looked different from the night before. There was a rather spacious and bright large gate. Standing in front of the gate, Mu Yuan could feel a mysterious power surging inside, but it was quite obscure and not easy to detect.

  Yuan Longtai had been waiting at the door for the two of them, and when he saw Cha Ying bring over a young man with a clear face, although somewhat weak, but it made him feel a surge of excitement. He immediately knew that this was the person who had helped last night, and hurriedly smiled as he went forward to greet him, "Cha Ying, is this young fellow the young hero who lent a hand last night? Truly, heroes emerge in their youth, you and I are not yielding to old age yet!"

  The clouds dispersed, the sun shone through, and Mu Yuan finally saw Yuan Longtai, the leader of Fei Long Zhai, who had not appeared last night. He was about 40 years old, with a strong physique, and his temples were already gray. The phrase "tiger's back and bear's waist" immediately came to mind, perfectly describing him. His broad face, straight nose, big eyes, and full body muscles bulged with explosive power, unlike the other village leaders Mu Yuan had seen, who looked old and frail. Instead, he looked like a martial artist!

  The two men clasped their fists in greeting. Mu Yuan saw that Yuan Longtai was very respectful, which didn't quite match his rough and bold exterior, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

  Yuan Longtai led the two into the house, and they sat down in the front hall. Both sides had mutual respect for each other, and with Cha Ying as a mediator, their conversation was very pleasant. Mu Yuan told them about some of the scenery and simple methods of cultivating one's energy and nourishing one's life from the Central Plains. However, people like Yuan Longtai and Cha Ying who cultivated Corpse Gu and controlled corpse insects were not familiar with these methods for prolonging one's lifespan. Controlling corpse insects was just like modern people using guns and cannons - it wasn't beneficial for longevity, but rather shortened their lives. They spent their days in the company of poisonous insects and yin objects, causing great damage to their lifespan. Many of them died at around 40 or 50 years old. Now that they heard Mu Yuan's explanation of the methods for nourishing one's life, they listened with rapt attention, as if hearing a morning bell or an evening drum, gaining great benefits!

  Yuan Longtai was the most skilled person in Feilongzhai at cultivating Gu and refining corpses. He also explained some of the tricks to Mu Yuan, who became more aware of the subtleties of flying Gu and refined corpses, and gained some defensive techniques against these dark assassination methods that even a Qi-refining master might not be able to detect.

  Everyone was delighted, and before they knew it, it was almost noon. Yuan Longtai ordered his servants to prepare lunch and invited Zha Mu to stay for a meal. During the meal, Yuan Longtai brought out a jar of candle flower wine brewed in Feilongzhai, which was said to be mixed with a plant that bloomed like a candle flame. The flavor was sweet and fragrant, with a smooth and refreshing aroma. Zha Mu didn't usually drink much, but he couldn't help himself and drank nearly half a jar.

  The candle flower wine was not spicy at first, but the aftertaste was extremely strong. By the time lunch was almost over, Mu Yuan felt slightly drunk, and his mind was also somewhat dull. He stirred up the tidal wave in his body, dispersing the alcohol inside, and as the intoxication receded, his eyes cleared again. He looked at Cha Ying with renewed clarity, and couldn't help but praise her along with Rong Tai.

  The banquet ended, and the servant brought up tea, pastries, and sweets. In such a remote border area, the etiquette was no different from that of the Central Plains, which made Mu Yuan somewhat surprised. Then he heard Yuan Longtai clear his throat and say with a smile, "Brother Mu's cultivation is not ordinary, I have something to ask you, may I?"

  "Oh?" Mu Yuan was somewhat surprised, and responded aloud, "Master Yuan has refined the Golden Corpse Silkworm Wasps, all of which are extremely formidable. What other matters do you need my assistance with?"

  Yuan Longtai smiled wryly, "Wood brother, why be so modest? The Golden Corpse Silkworm may be formidable, but it's of little use to one's own cultivation. As for the place we're going, the yin wind is icy cold and poisonous miasma fills the air. I have no protective charms, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go. That's why I need Wood brother to lend a hand."

  Upon hearing this, Mu Yuan became interested and asked with a smile, "May I ask what matter does Village Chief Yuan have? If it's something that can be helped with, I naturally won't hesitate to lend a hand."

  Yuan Longtai's face showed a hint of nostalgia, his voice suddenly becoming somewhat low and melancholic. "This matter is related to the origins of our Feilong Fort, something that none of you brothers know about."

  As soon as this was said, even Cha Ying's interest was piqued.

  Yuan Longtai slowly said, "Our Flying Dragon Fort's ancestors were actually also cultivators of a certain lineage, belonging to the Necromancer Face Gu Sect within the Witch Clan. The most famous divine ability of the Witch Clan is the Curse Technique."

  "A curse?" Mu Yuan muttered to himself, he had also heard of such a spell, but had never seen it before. Not just him, even many seniors in the Qi refining world had only heard of it, but had never seen it. And Mu Yuan was quite skeptical about the existence of curses.

  The Taoist, Buddhist, demonic and Confucian schools all have talismans and spells, but they are merely a means of connecting with the original energy. It's mysterious, but if you say that relying on spells can harm people and kill them from thousands of miles away, it still exceeds Mu Yuan's imagination.

  Yuan Longtai saw Mu Yuan's face showing disdain, but he didn't get annoyed. He smiled and said, "Brother Mu must not believe in this kind of mysterious and elusive cursing technique either. That's no surprise. The cursing technique was too mysterious and difficult to defend against during the ancient great war between immortals and demons, so the immortals and demons almost killed all the curse masters from the witch tribe. Since then, the cursing technique has only existed in legends and disappeared from the world. As time passed, people stopped believing in it."

  Mu Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood. Yuan Longtai continued, "I only saw records of it in the ancient books left behind by our ancestors. In the past, because of the joint efforts of the immortal and demon paths to slaughter each other, the witch tribe's curse masters were almost all killed or injured, but some people escaped the pursuit and survived, albeit barely clinging to life, with not much time left. With no choice, they could only hide and even hid their curse techniques in this mountain range."

  Juelong Valley is located in a continuous mountain range, and this mountain range stretches endlessly, extremely vast, also known as the Ten Thousand Great Mountains by the people of Middle-earth. It has always been inhabited by barbarians and wild people. The Ten Thousand Great Mountains are called ten thousand, although the actual number is not that many, but there are still thousands of peaks. If you really hide among them, it's likely to be difficult to find!

  "I also found in the classics left by my ancestors, about the place where this spell is hidden. For many years, I have wanted to delve deeper into it and obtain the divine power of my ancestors. Unfortunately, my abilities are not yet sufficient. This time, coincidentally, Mu brother's enthusiasm for the ancient way has encouraged me to speak out, also not wanting to waste the divine power of my ancestors."

  "Great, I'm also very curious about this legendary cursed art. I really want to see it for myself and didn't expect to have the opportunity. Of course, I won't let it slip away either. At that time, I'll bring the chief into the mountain." Mu Yuan readily agreed, responding with a mouthful of promises.

  I'm really sorry, something came up at home and I couldn't get online for several days in a row, which delayed the update!!!!! I apologize to everyone here!!!!!