Chapter 37 Curse
Hongjun's gaze followed Chang Hao. Why was Chang Hao cultivating the Jade Purity Purple Void Supreme Scripture? No, if the Jade Purity Purple Void Supreme Scripture could lead to a breakthrough from the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the Quasi-Saint level, Yuanshi should have already achieved that. Why would he need to become his disciple in order to achieve a breakthrough? It must not be the Jade Purity Purple Void Supreme Scripture.
Hongjun's expression shifted. Could he have really picked up a direct descendant of "Pangu"? This was too worrying.
To make matters worse, Hongjun discovered that even if Chang Hao was truly a direct descendant of "Pangu," he still wanted to keep him in Zixiao Palace.
Chang Hao was immersed in the feast of morality. His foundation was already solid, and this time, his accumulated strength was finally unleashed, and he almost broke through to the Quasi-Saint level in Zixiao Palace.
Just then, a wisp of primordial purple energy, carrying a message, was unlocked. It pierced through the weakened and sealed Heavenly Dao, traversed Chang Hao's sea of consciousness, and with a whoosh, disappeared into the Primordial Pearl.
This purple aura looks so much like the thing he intercepted back then? Did Pangu not use it? Wasn't it something he urgently needed?
Sitting in his Purple Mansion, Xiao Changhao reached out his index finger to touch the message. After receiving it, he was stunned for a long time, then sighed deeply. He was truly indebted to this person now.
He was right. He and that monster system were practically inseparable. In order to completely eliminate it, he was willing to risk his soul being scattered, yet he still managed to survive. His foundation was unexpectedly extraordinary. After rebuilding his foundation and taking human form, he even had inherited memories and a cultivation technique that unexpectedly suited his aptitude, the "Jade Purity Primordial True Scripture".
It turns out that these were all gifts from Pangu.
Pangu was truly loyal; even when he himself was in dire straits, he didn't forget to save him. He truly owed him a life-saving grace, which he would never forget.
Unfortunately, he had nowhere to return it.
But there's a serious problem: what the hell did that damn system curse him with?
Pangu's message mentioned that this curse was created by a sage, and not just one sage. If he rashly tried to remove it, he might harm Chang Hao, whose soul was weak at the time. Moreover, the protective merit suppressed the curse, leaving him with no way to deal with it.
Therefore, his merits should not be touched lightly...
He was incredibly lucky to have survived those previous reckless actions; even after all that, the curse was never triggered.
Chang Hao rose with a heavy heart, leaving behind six futons filled with resentment, and Hongjun lost in deep thought.
Bound by the Great Dao and the Heavenly Dao, the inherited memories of the Three Pure Ones were divided into three, and the Jade Purity Purple Void Supreme Scripture only reached the peak of the Great Luo Realm...
“Hongjun,” Chang Hao’s voice preceded his arrival, “I wish to return to Lishan. I have been away for a long time, and if I do not go back to take a look, I fear my home may be raided.”
Hongjun glanced at him. It would be best if his home was raided, so that he could stay in Zixiao Palace in peace.
“No, I have some ideas about Rahu’s curse. Come and sit down cross-legged, I’ll try to see if it works.” Hongjun sat down on the left, leaving the right side empty, and invited Chang Hao to sit on the couch.
"How can you be so sure that it was Rahu who did it?" Chang Hao was full of confusion. He knew perfectly well who had done it.
"How could I not recognize Luo Hou's handiwork?" Hongjun retorted. "No one knows Luo Hou better than me." Moreover, there were some tricks he himself knew, which he had never taught anyone else except Luo Hou.
Chang Hao sat down awkwardly, his eyes darting around. It was just his guess that Hongjun and Luo Hou might be the same person. Although he was 70% sure, he had no evidence for the remaining 30%. But Hongjun, without saying a word, forcefully handed him some leverage.
Chang Hao was also quite helpless. He clearly wanted to gradually sever ties, but it seemed to have backfired.
"Stay calm and do not resist." Hongjun reminded Chang Hao when he saw his thoughts drifting. His primordial spirit entered Chang Hao's Purple Mansion and found Chang Hao's soul in meditation. The curse was dormant, like a maggot clinging to a bone, scattered all over Chang Hao's pure and clear soul, which was unpleasant.
Hongjun's solution was quite crude; he planned to extract it little by little. Although it would hurt a little, he could bear it.
Hongjun found a spot, stretched out his finger, and tried to pull it away.
As soon as he pulled it out, Chang Hao felt an excruciating pain. He thought he could just endure it, but then he felt a tearing pain in his soul and involuntarily repelled Hongjun.
Chang Hao collapsed weakly onto the cloud couch, his face pale, in so much pain that he couldn't muster any strength. He sensitively sensed that the blackish-blue curse that had been pulled out carried a portion of his own soul. This was unacceptable.
“This method is unworkable and completely lacks any skill,” Chang Hao gritted his teeth. “Hongjun, did you not even use your brain?”
Hongjun was pushed out, his fingers still clutching the star-shaped curse that had been roughly torn off. He couldn't very well stick it back on after he had already torn it off. He put it away, unable to hide his guilt. He had been too naive. He had thought he could break it with one blow. He never imagined that after breaking it, Chang Hao would also shatter.
"Give me back my soul." So many things happened because we didn't take it seriously in the past, and Chang Hao didn't want anyone to use this remnant soul to threaten him in the future.
"I won't return it. I'll keep it and study it. Maybe I can find another easier way." Hongjun flipped his hand and produced a golden lotus, carefully placing the curse and Chang Hao's soul inside.
Chang Hao was speechless. He was supposed to be a sage, yet the method was so crude! If this method were feasible, Pangu, who was willing to help him back then, would have done it already!
After a moment, Chang Hao propped himself up and found a pile of peaches in front of him.
"Eat it, soothe the piercing pain. Though it is not from this plant, it is better than nothing." Hongjun's implication was that since that bit of soul might eventually be destroyed, it was best not to worry about it.
Chang Hao didn't stand on ceremony, saying that even if it was from this plant, it would only be a temporary boost for people of their cultivation level.
However, feeling somewhat disheartened, Chang Hao vaguely guessed that his survival might, perhaps, or maybe, be partly due to the curse.
"Don't be discouraged. External forces can't break the curse, but you can save yourself." Hongjun's eyebrows twitched. Luo Hou had used many underhanded methods on him, but none of them worked. It was simply that his own strength was too great, and the curse had no effect.
"How can I save myself?" Chang Hao mustered his spirits, ate a few second-grade peaches, and the pain subsided. He stared at Hongjun expectantly.
"To become a saint." Hongjun parted his thin lips and uttered two words, as if he were talking about something as important as becoming a saint, but rather as if he were casually picking up an interesting trinket and taking it home.
Chang Hao's lips twitched. He wasn't sure he could do it.
Hongjun noticed Chang Hao's hesitation, "You probably don't know how to become a saint yet. Don't worry, I'll teach you."
"You'll eventually become a saint, right?" Chang Hao asked for confirmation.
Hongjun's gaze flickered for a moment, then said, "You must live up to expectations." He couldn't possibly hand over the Primordial Purple Qi to Chang Hao himself.
How to fight for it? Chang Hao didn't understand the deeper meaning in Hongjun's words. For his own life, he naturally had to fight for the matter of becoming a saint.
However, he was really not confident, as Pangu was a cautionary tale.
Chang Hao recalled his plan when he entered the palace, "I'll go back to Lishan to take a look."
He had to go back and temporarily seal off Lishan to prevent unsuspecting people from taking over the mountain and becoming its king.
Hongjun sighed, holding the golden lotus in his hands, "Go quickly and come back quickly, don't make me come looking for you myself." Was he being too strict?
"Okay." Chang Hao walked very fast. He had accidentally spent a thousand years to reach the threshold of Quasi-Saint. He dared not think too deeply about the current situation of Lishan. He made up his mind to take action to snatch it back.
"Is the Primordial World so attractive to him?" Hongjun wondered, since Zixiao Palace had not sealed Rahu.
"Could it be that he prefers the liveliness of the prehistoric world to the quiet of Zixiao Palace?" Hongjun pondered. Chang Hao must dislike his dullness and is getting impatient staying in Zixiao Palace. Why not find him a playmate?
Hongjun stared at the Renshui peaches by the pond, his expression gradually changing...
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