Visibly, black mist continuously overflowed from the Pangu Sword, fighting against the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. One after another, clumps of black mist surged forward, entangled with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, and then annihilated within it.
More black mist overflowed, attempting to surround and annihilate the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, but in the end, it was all burned away by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
Sharp, malevolent cries echoed incessantly from all directions, sending chills down Xiangli Youming's spine.
Xiangli Youming also felt nervous. This was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre scene. Yuan Qi, a young girl, was so calm and composed, as if she was used to such scenes. He had to admit that he admired her quite a bit.
But he still pushed aside Xuanhe and Liuyun Liushang and stood beside Yuan Qi.
Seeing the little girl's calm demeanor, he felt a pang of worry for her: "Is this black mist a ghost?"
Yuan Qi turned her head, her dark eyes showing no panic or fear, as if everything was under her control, and a hint of appreciation appeared on her pretty face.
"You do have some insight. That's right, these are the ghosts of soldiers who died on the battlefield. Originally, they were soldiers who protected their country. Even after they died, they would still protect their country and its people. However, someone used evil magic to refine them into malevolent energy, so this sword has a very strong malevolent aura."
She gently patted Xiangli Youming's arm and said with a smile, "You are a very lucky person to have met me. Otherwise, even if you had the blessings of your ancestors, you would still have died in six months. You kept this sword in your bedroom, and over time you have also been tainted by its malevolent aura. Your temper has worsened, and your life force has been taken away. If I am not mistaken, you have been killing more than before in the past year."
Xiangli Youming was taken aback and looked at Xuanhe in disbelief.
Both of them found it terrifying.
Xuanhe, in particular, knelt down before Yuan Qi with a solemn expression: "Please, Daoist Master, save my master!"
Yuan Qi chuckled, making no attempt to hide his sarcasm: "Who was it that was rolling their eyes the whole time?"
Xuanhe said with shame, "It was I who was blind and did not recognize your greatness. Please do not take offense at me, Daoist Master."
Just then, Xiangli Youming's father, Xiangli Mu, arrived. He was around fifty years old and tall, followed by two equally tall young men.
The two young men were around thirty years old and bore a resemblance to Xianglimu.
The last one is the black fish.
Yuan Qi could see faint spiritual energy fluctuations from these three people. All three were cultivators, but their cultivation levels were not high, though they were still much stronger than ordinary martial artists.
Yuan Qi simply stared at the three men, seemingly oblivious to their powerful auras, and didn't even offer a polite greeting.
Xiangli Mu, his eldest son Xiangli Jiuyou, and his second son Xiangli Kunpeng all frowned slightly, feeling that Yuan Qi was not polite and did not bow to the powerful and noble. They wondered if he was too young to understand the rules or if he was arrogant.
Xiangli Youming introduced: "Father, eldest brother, second brother, this young lady is Yuan Qi, the Taoist priest of Fusang Temple."
Yuan Qi then performed a Daoist salute with neither arrogance nor servility.
Xiangli Mu heard from Xuan Yu that the Taoist priest who came was young, but he didn't expect him to be this young. His face was tender, he hadn't grown up yet, his eyes were clear and innocent, and he was quite handsome. He couldn't associate him with a Taoist priest with profound Taoist skills.
"Is this the Taoist priest who gave you the exorcism talisman last time?"
Xiangli Youming said yes, and then pointed to the Pangu Sword to explain what had just happened.
Xianglimu and his two sons were somewhat incredulous. However, Xianglimu knew his youngest son well; he wouldn't protect an outsider or lie to his elders. He stared at Yuan Qi for a long time before hesitantly speaking, "I wonder if the young Taoist priest could take a look at my son? His cultivation has almost been completely depleted in the past year, and he is also weak and sickly. He always has nightmares at night, with constant fighting."
Yuan Qi revealed an innocent smile: "No problem, as long as you pay enough money, there will be no problem with seeing a doctor."
Xianglimu and his two sons looked at each other, finding it amusing that the young Taoist priest was so greedy. But for them, this was all too easy.
The Xiangli family is incredibly wealthy, with countless businesses scattered throughout the entire Sumeru Continent, and silver flowing in like water every day.
He immediately agreed, also wanting to see if the young girl had any real skills. After all, he hadn't personally witnessed the so-called malevolent aura.
Yuan Qi put down the Pangu Sword before speaking: "Xiangli Youming has been cursed. The evil energy is easy to remove, but the curse is difficult to break."
She bent down and took out a talisman from her cloth bag, handing it to Xiangli Youming: "After using this, your evil aura will be gone, but the rest can only be resolved after we find the person who cast the curse."
Xianglimu was somewhat disappointed: "Then how can we find the person who cast the curse?"
Yuan Qi straightened his posture and said solemnly, "Speaking of those who cast curses, you must first know what is needed to cast a curse. If you want to use curses to harm someone, you must first know that person's birth date and time, and you also need something like their hair, nails, or blood."
Xiangli Mu was a smart man and quickly realized that not many people could obtain these things. At the very least, it required the assistance of someone close to Xiangli Youming, or the person who cast the spell had a close relationship with Xiangli Youming.
"Young Taoist priest, are you saying that the person who cast the curse is right next to my son?"
He looked at his eldest and second sons with a cold gaze.
Xiangli Jiuyou and Xiangli Kunpeng are brothers born of the same mother.
Their mother died young.
Xiangli Youming's mother was their mother's younger sister. Xiangli Jiuyou and Xiangli Kunpeng always believed that Xiangli Youming's mother was responsible for their mother's death, and they always tried to deal with Xiangli Youming openly and secretly.
If we're talking about those with malicious motives and who also have the opportunity to have close contact with the Netherworld, they are the prime suspects.
Xiangli Jiuyou and Xiangli Kunpeng immediately understood their father's meaning, and they both explained in unison, "Father, it wasn't me!"
Xiangli Mu was not someone who could be fooled with a few words: "You must swear an oath in front of the young Taoist priest."
Having witnessed such a bizarre event today, the two were quite apprehensive, even swearing to God. If it came true, wouldn't they be digging their own graves?
Xianglimu stared at his two sons.
The two had no choice but to raise their right hands and swear an oath.
Xianglimu then dispelled his suspicions about the two.
Yuan Qi seemed to have learned some incredible gossip; it turned out that even the most prestigious first family was rife with intrigue and backstabbing.
She could tell from the faces of the Xiangli Jiuyou brothers that they had lost their mother, and that they were definitely not good people, but they were not particularly evil either. Otherwise, given the age difference between them and Xiangli Youming, it would have been easy for them to kill Xiangli Youming.
Although he had temporarily ruled out his two eldest sons as suspects, Xianglimu still didn't want them to hear what was to come and sent them away.
"Young Taoist priest, in your opinion, where is the person who harmed my son? If you could tell us, my son and I would be extremely grateful. If you could help me break this curse, I will reward you handsomely!"
A hefty reward?
What should I do if I'm really tempted?
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