CHAPTER 486: CHAPTER 480 ZHEN SUI’S FOUR GREAT CURSES

"Before Tongyin Meng, there were no Skills in the world!"

As Strange Techniques were suddenly employed from three directions in the distance, an eerie aura distinctly caused the Second Young Master Meng to instinctively feel a hint of unease. However, the closer it got to this moment, the louder his shouts became, and the more sinister his expression turned.

However, he had completely offered his lifebound nature in exchange for the Meng Family Ancestor’s Mana. Though this Mana was overwhelming and horrifyingly eerie, the problem was also evident.

The borrowed Mana was too heavy. He couldn’t bear it.

Therefore, he appeared somewhat dazed now, moving very slowly. At times, when he regained his senses, he was desperate to kill Hu Ma. At other times, he remained silent for long periods, acting merely as a vessel.

But when these three Strange Techniques appeared around him, it seemed as if something was being severed. This allowed him to remain conscious for a slightly longer time. Seizing this opportunity, he took a direct step forward, extending his pitch-black hand straight towards Hu Ma.

After all, when he was clear-headed, he saw things more clearly. The relentless pursuit by Hu Ma that night had truly frightened him; he absolutely had to take down this demon person first!

A single hand stretched forward, yet it kicked up an endless gust of yin wind, as if his Divine Soul had been instantly seized.

Hu Ma also held a knife, which he lifted and aimed at the Second Young Master Meng. However, the potent murderous aura on the blade was instantly suppressed by the yin qi surging from Meng’s body. Both man and knife seemed to be on a completely different level from their opponent.

Yet, facing this Second Young Master Meng, who had seemingly become a vessel for some eerie entity, Hu Ma did not swing his knife. He merely struggled to raise it, stared fixedly at Meng, spoke slowly, then released his grip, letting the knife fall.

He murmured softly, "Five Towns Return to Position, Walking Ghost Altar, rise!"

"..."

"THUD!"

The Evil Blade pierced the ground, its ghost-head pommel still swaying unsteadily.

Having discarded the knife, Hu Ma was unarmed. Facing the Second Young Master Meng, he seemed as fragile as a paper figure.

With a mere Three Column Tao cultivation, he was utterly vulnerable before the current Second Young Master Meng. He was like a candle flame that the yin qi emanating from Meng’s body could extinguish with the slightest breeze.

"WHOOSH..."

But just as the Second Young Master Meng’s hand was about to grab Hu Ma’s face, an invisible force bound it. The swirling yin qi it carried instantly transformed into turbulent winds, rushing past Hu Ma’s sides.

This fiendishly violent and overwhelming yin qi actually seemed to be avoiding him.

Hu Ma let out a soft breath, his face etched with faint indifference. Staring directly at Meng, he said, "Haven’t you noticed yet?"

"You’re already trapped here..."

"..."

"..."

The moment the knife hit the ground, the altar was instantly established.

As he spoke, the surrounding suppression objects simultaneously reacted. Flames blazed in a brazier, their heat distorting everything. In another spot, a somber figure in soap clothes flickered in and out of existence within the darkness.

The most astonishing sight, however, was behind Hu Ma: three faint streams of energy manifested, like three colossal pillars positioned around the Magic Altar.

These were precisely the Strange Techniques employed by Monkey Wine, Er Guotou, and Miss White Wine from outside. One awakened this land’s earth qi, another forcibly altered the direction of its mountains and rivers, and the third obscured the destinies of all living beings here.

The Second Young Master Meng’s dwindling rationality finally grasped the situation: in terms of the Path, this mountaintop was no longer part of the original world.

And as this mountaintop was severed from the original world, he was trapped. The entity within him was naturally confined as well, and the Meng Family Ancestor’s gaze was cut off.

"They awakened this mountain with the Witch Drum, used Strange Techniques to confuse directions, masked the aura of the living, and disrupted outsiders’ perception of the creatures here..."

Even Hu Ma, sensing the masterful work of the three, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Truly worthy of being senior Reincarnators! Though they usually lay low a bit, none of them are lacking in skill..."

Killing a Meng family member wasn’t simple, but there were methods to kill Negative Spirit people.

The first step was to sever its connection to its origin, meaning the entity’s main body wouldn’t see the Negative Spirit person. Of course, for the Meng Family Ancestor, this was extremely difficult. Across the world, wherever living people existed who sacrificed to and worshipped him, he could see.

So, those three actually managed to sever this entire area from the world? Such audacity!

Although this move was highly beneficial to Hu Ma, it also drove the Second Young Master Meng into a frenzy. His expression twisted with extreme anger, and he lunged at Hu Ma.

But Hu Ma, facing him, neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he suddenly began to chant a curse.

RUSTLE! RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

It was the sound of dry grass growing wildly. As the Second Young Master Meng crawled past, the weeds on the ground seemed to spring to life, rising and twining around his arms, legs, and waist.

Crucially, once on his body, they were no longer weeds but transformed into iron chains, binding him tightly.

Dry branches and twigs rained down from above. As they landed on him, they transformed into shackles, clamping onto his head, hands, and arms. They slammed him to the ground, forcing him to crawl in a twisted, grotesque manner.

The Second Young Master Meng struggled relentlessly against the restraints, tearing at them fiercely. But for every one he broke free from, more crawled onto him.

One of Zhen Sui’s Four Great Curses: the Chains Curse.

The Second Young Master Meng, seething with unending rage, suddenly opened his mouth. His once handsome face distorted as his mouth stretched all the way to his ears. Then, he spat out a cloud of foul yin qi, like a dense, rolling fog, rushing towards Hu Ma.

Hu Ma ignored it. The Evil Blade beside him vibrated, slicing the cloud of foul qi in two.

The next moment, Hu Ma’s spell changed, its tone becoming much harsher.

Moments later, two shadowy figures emerged from the rolling black mist. Clad in soap clothes and wielding black planks, they advanced on the Second Young Master Meng and began to strike him.

As it happened, the Second Young Master Meng was crawling on the ground, his posture perfect for a beating. A plank struck him, slamming him flat. His handsome face pressed against the dirt as he furiously tried to raise his rear and get up, only to be struck down hard again by another blow.

One blow after another, they thrashed the Second Young Master Meng, making him wail.

Neither he nor the entity within him had ever suffered such humiliation. Roaring furiously, they struggled desperately. His arms bent at impossible angles as he reached out and tore the two figures in soap clothes to shreds.

The figures in soap clothes collapsed, revealed to be nothing more than torn paper men. Their "planks" were merely two black willow branches.

But before he could react, two more figures in soap clothes emerged. Completely ignoring the Second Young Master Meng’s ferocity, they raised their planks and struck. Behind them, countless more waited in a blurry, indistinct line.

One of Zhen Sui’s Four Great Curses: the Execution Spell.

"How dare you humiliate me so?"

The Second Young Master Meng was utterly aghast and furious. His voice seemed tinged with the displeasure of something else as well.

That was their Meng Family Ancestor. This Ancestor seemed unmoved by worldly emotions, free of constraints and awareness. Yet, this humiliation, which transcended mere status, provoked a reaction from it, erupting with the Second Young Master Meng’s roar.

Merely this outburst shook Hu Ma’s entire altar. The two figures in soap clothes rapidly dissolved in the roar, reverting to paper men.

Even Hu Ma couldn’t withstand the roar and retreated a step.

The Evil Blade at his feet shot upward with a ZING, half-drawn from the earth.

The Magic Altar teetered on the brink of destruction. Hu Ma’s Divine Soul vibrated violently from the roar’s impact. He had to force himself to endure, drawing upon his abilities as a Reincarnator from his Lifebound Spirit Temple to counteract the assault on his Divine Soul.

This bastard really packs a punch...

Amidst the Second Young Master Meng’s struggles and roars, Er Guotou, Monkey Wine, and Miss White Wine each held their positions, guarding the three directions around Hu Ma’s altar.

They could feel the billowing yin wind surge around them. Sounds of wailing and thunderous rage echoed intermittently in their ears. Yet, they gritted their teeth and held firm. Their Divine Souls repeatedly showed signs of collapse, but they endured the pressure with the aid of their Lifebound Spirit Temples.

If ordinary people had attempted to sever this realm with Strange Techniques, even if they successfully performed the Skill, they couldn’t have withstood the Meng Family Ancestor’s gaze—it was too overwhelming. However, the Reincarnators’ Lifebound Spirit Temples guaranteed they could achieve this.

"You can’t escape..."

After retreating a step, Hu Ma immediately advanced again. He stomped on the Evil Blade’s hilt, driving it back into the earth.

The Magic Altar, which had been on the verge of collapse, stabilized once more at this critical moment.

He stared intently at the Second Young Master Meng. The curse he chanted shifted again, its tone becoming serene and peaceful—not words of the human world, but like sunlight bathing the earth.

One of Zhen Sui’s Four Great Curses: the Dispel Curse.

The Second Young Master Meng, along with the entity inside him, trapped by Hu Ma’s Magic Altar, had long since descended into madness. Their yin qi surged violently, threatening to rip everything apart.

But as this spell took effect, everything within the Magic Altar was stirred. It was as if countless voices were chanting in unison beside him. His body began to shrivel rapidly.

The Mana he had invited was now uncontrollably and rapidly dissipating.

"No, no..."

At this point, the Second Young Master Meng finally reacted. As the Ancestor’s Mana within him weakened, he became slightly clearer-headed and suddenly understood the critical point. Staring fixedly at Hu Ma, he shouted:

"It’s impossible! No one can block the Ancestor’s gaze, and it’s even more impossible for anyone to dispel the Ancestor’s Mana..."

"You..."

Overcome with boundless terror, he asked in a trembling voice, "Are you truly from the Hu Family, or... or one of those reincarnated evil spirits?"

Hu Ma smiled at him but didn’t answer. The incantation suddenly changed again, now brimming with murderous intent and a baleful aura.

One of Zhen Sui’s Four Great Curses: the Killing Curse.

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