Chapter 246: The Parties Affected (3)
"No! Isn't this colluding with evil cultivators?!" Seeing Xu Zhihui's smug expression, Cheng Juen was the first to object. "Our battle with the six major alliances is against the orthodox Heavenly Dao. If we collude with evil cultivators, the whole world will rebel against us!"
"That's right!" Feng Hu bowed to Cheng Qing's tall figure, "Tower Master, please reconsider. Although Wufang City can escape into space with the power of the celestial beast Wufang, it can indeed save Baicheng. However, Wufang City is a sinister spell of the Paper Arts Sect. Once it is perfected, our Baiyu Tower will inevitably become a sect of evil cultivators, and there will be no way to defend ourselves."
Cheng Qing looked around. All the leaders supported Cheng Juen and Feng Hu, and their momentum was overwhelming. Only Xu Zhihui sat below him with a stern gaze. He closed his eyes.
"How much of the elixir did Master Fuhe talk about?"
"Tower Master!" Feng Hu said anxiously.
Xu Zhihui raised his thick lips, his eyes narrowed to a point where they were almost invisible. He bowed his head respectfully and said, "The elixir stored in Baicheng for thirteen years only needs to be sent to the Ghost Market for inspection. After that, we will still be entrusted with the sale of the elixir, and we will take a 70% commission."
"Seventy percent is indeed not much in exchange for the entire 1,500-li Baicheng being transformed into Wufang City." Cheng Qing nodded. The floor masters all saw his intention and looked at each other. Only Feng Hu, Du Yixi and Cheng Juen looked at Cheng Qing with disappointment.
"Master Fuhe said that we only need to send the elixirs for inspection and the first batch of profits will be used after they are delivered. I sent them two days ago and told the caravan to buy and sell them. The flow of elixirs in the six major alliance trading houses is very low. No matter where the cultivators are, most of them use my Baicheng elixirs. I calculate that in three or four days, the first batch of profits will be returned."
Xu Zhihui spoke eloquently, his excitement as if he was the master of the entire tower. "If we go to war now, it will be difficult to sell elixirs. Those monks from the six major alliances will definitely pretend to investigate for a few days. As long as we get the first profit, we will control Wufang City and escape into the void. We will no longer have to worry about their faces!"
"Good! You're worthy of being my brother." Cheng Qing clapped his hands and laughed heartily. Xu Zhihui also laughed. Only their laughter echoed in the tower, while the others looked very unhappy.
A bunch of martial arts fanatics who only knew how to fight head-on. Xu Zhihui glanced at Feng Hu with disdain. After all, once Wufang City was completed, he would be the greatest contributor, so their opposition would be useless.
Once Wufang City is established, the floor master will only need to manage the caravan. At that time, Chengqing will be asked to resign all the others. The more Xu Zhihui thought about it, the more beautiful it became. He wanted to take out the fine wine and drink with Chengqing in the tower.
In the Yao family mansion, Tao Zhenhao, who was about to enter, quickly grabbed the evil cultivator who had just come out of the house and said, "Does the Supreme Lord really want to refine the Wufang City for Baicheng?"
This evil cultivator, like Tao Zhenhao, was also undercover in one of the six alliances. Upon hearing this, he spat on the ground, "Bah! Wishful thinking! Let them fight it out! How dare they demand Wufang City? The Supreme Lord didn't ask me to prepare the materials, so I made this trip for nothing."
"That's it." Tao Zhenhao nodded thoughtfully, straightened his appearance and walked quickly into the house. Seeing Yao Yong sitting at the stone table in the yard, he quickly walked over and stood still. He lowered his head and took out the things and placed them on the stone table one by one.
"That's all?" Yao Yong glanced around, his voice slightly dissatisfied. "Tsan Kunzi is the head of a sect after all. He should be used to asking for cursed things."
Tao Zhenhao used himself as a messenger, but lowered his head, just enough to see the things on the table clearly - a scroll with a name and a sect portrait written on it, a strange-shaped storage bag with the word "Chen" embroidered on it, and a piece of bronze fragment.
"It's said that Chen Ranming was very cautious and left almost nothing behind. The sect name and storage bag were both left behind by the cultivators who died at her hands. She even got the storage bag from Master Ding Jing. Master Ding Jing is known for punishing evil and promoting good, and since they were junior and senior students who knew each other well, he didn't dare ask too much for fear of arousing suspicion."
"What is this fragment?" Yao Yong picked up the bronze fragment. The pattern on it was obviously the chariot of the six major alliances. The materials used were expensive and wasteful, and it was full of useless frills.
"The fragments were retrieved from the scene where Shen Ranming attacked the convoy. They must have been contaminated by her spiritual power."
Yao Yong couldn't help but feel a headache and put down the fragments.
The curse is a unique bloodline technique, usable only by those with the Yao family's bloodline. From ancient times until the present day, Yao Yong's lineage is the only one left. As the bloodline has gradually thinned over millennia, precision has become increasingly complex. For Yao Yong, pinpointing a single individual is more challenging than instantly killing thousands.
The materials needed to locate a single person include their real name, appearance, spiritual power, place of origin, recent encounters, recent possessions, and other detailed information about their current situation. The remaining materials are supplemented by the real name, and in addition to the real name, four or more of these are required to unleash the full power of the curse.
If the real name is wrong and is used by someone else, the curse will be dispersed, and at this time more than seven supplementary materials are needed to re-anchor it.
If re-anchoring is not performed and the other materials used also contain information about other people, the power of the curse will be weakened to one-tenth of its original power and will be dispersed to all people involved.
It can be said that the real name is the most important, and everything else is secondary.
If he had a real name, supplemented by four or more correct materials, as long as he was not a Divine Transformation cultivator, Yao Yong could ignore any defenses and even the protection of the laws of heaven and kill him with a curse.
Of course, he also had to bear a price for his curse. However, due to the rare atavism of the Daoist power flowing in Yao Yong's blood, he only had to endure one abnormality when cursing, that is, his body would return to mortal form during the process.
Even a five or six-year-old child holding a knife could kill him under the curse. And this was already the lightest price to pay.
Tens of thousands of years ago in ancient times, the Yao family, who had the purest bloodline, could use curses at no cost. The price was the punishment of having other bloodlines mixed into their own.
They had previously been a family of inbreeding, dominating the ancient world. However, as they were hunted by both good and evil forces, their numbers gradually dwindled. To continue their bloodline, they were forced to mix with the blood of others. As the cost grew, using the curse became difficult, and the Yao family was nearly wiped out. Very few survived, and in the end, only Yao Yong's lineage remained.
Yao Yong had already reached the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm. He had long ago cursed and killed his nemesis, or through other means. After settling his family feud, he usually disdained to waste time cursing and killing younger generations. However, he had previously sensed a resonance of blood feud, and Shen Ranming must be carrying the lives of his Yao family members on his shoulders.
The Yao family will never let go of any enemy who harms their family. This is an idea engraved in their bones and blood.
At present, these materials may not be enough to deal with Shen Ranming. In this case, he will set more soul seals in the curse. Even if it is printed on hundreds or thousands of people, as long as he tracks the soul seals and kills them all, there will always be a time to kill the right person.
After taking a quick glance at Yao Yong's expression, Tao Zhenhao immediately excused himself. The courtyard gate closed, the restrictions activated, and he exhaled, silently mourning for the unfortunate fellow.
The unlucky Shen Ranming was sitting in the carriage when he suddenly felt a chill all over his body and fell to the ground, twitching.
The third update~ is a make-up update, the curse pit mentioned earlier has been made up~ Sister Yi’s biggest danger now is being targeted by Yao Yong
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