Just as Zhang Shaozhong had initially consolidated his Qi Refining Level 1 realm, feeling the solidified and surging chaotic energy within his body, and his heart was filled with boundless pride—
A roar filled with endless resentment, icy coldness, and seemingly emanating from the depths of the deepest hell, exploded like a death knell directly in the depths of his just-calmed consciousness!
"You little beast! How dare you kill my disciple Basong! Destroy my spells! Ruin my grand plan!"
"No matter who you are or where you are!"
"I—the King of Siam, Chai Pong—swear this oath!"
"I will tear your soul from your body, refine your flesh, and condemn you to eternal damnation! You and everyone around you will be buried with my disciple!! Prepare to die!!!"
"Prepare to face the wrath! You'll regret ever being born! Hehehe..."
This sound is not heard through the ears, but acts directly on the soul!
It is filled with a vast evil intent and a strange curse that transcends great distances!
"Well!"
Accompanied by a chilling, sinister laugh, the powerful mental fluctuation receded like a tide, coming and going quickly.
But as it receded, a curse mark as black as ink and shaped like a strange centipede was deeply imprinted on the edge of Zhang Shaozhong's sea of consciousness, like a malignant sore that it emanated a cold and vicious aura, as if it were an eternal coordinate and a death warrant!
"Well!"
Zhang Shaozhong groaned, his face turning deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although most of the mental impact was blocked by the chaotic energy, the final mark of the curse still caused a sharp pain in his soul, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake!
Zhang Shaozhong's newly stabilized realm fluctuated, and his soul felt as if it were being pricked by needles, causing his face to turn pale instantly!
The power and level contained in this intention are far stronger and more terrifying than Basong's!
The mere thought of a curse transmitted from afar made him feel palpitations and oppression!
"The Siamese Ghost King, Chai Pong?!"
Zhang Shaozhong was deeply shocked! Basong's master?!
Just from that name, you know he's no pushover; he's probably even more formidable than Basong! And he's far away in Siam (Thailand)!
This is bad! We've stirred up a hornet's nest!
"What's going on?!"
Ye Meier immediately noticed Zhang Shaozhong's abnormality. She flashed to his side, her demonic energy surging, and she warily scanned the surroundings.
Ling Qingxue also frowned and looked over. Her divine sense instantly covered the entire courtyard and even the surrounding area, but she did not find any signs of invasion by external enemies.
Her gaze fell on Zhang Shaozhong's pale face, and she instantly realized: "Is it a spell cast from a distance? From that evil cultivator's sect? The person who cast the spell is far more powerful than Basong, probably already at the Golden Core stage, or even higher."
Their methods are unpredictable, and they are skilled in soul-binding spells; they should not be underestimated.
Zhang Shaozhong took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his soul, and spoke the contents of the threatening voice in his mind.
"The Siamese Ghost King? Chai Pong?"
Ye Meier narrowed her eyes and curled her lips. "What kind of Ghost King is he? Daring to act like a Ghost King in front of me? If he comes, I'll slap him so hard he won't even recognize his own mother! Humph... Besides, who are you trying to scare by making threats from this far away!"
"Golden Core stage?!"
Zhang Shaozhong gasped!
Basong, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, almost annihilated him, and now he's at the Golden Core stage?!
What does that mean?
I doubt he could be killed with a single breath!
Ling Qingxue remained calm. She carefully sensed the remaining trace of the curse and said lightly, "There's no need to worry too much. This is a curse beacon that also serves as a threat, not a direct attack. The true form of the curse must be thousands of miles away, and due to the limitations of the rules of heaven and earth, its power cannot directly descend upon this realm. Otherwise, what happened just now would not have been a mere thought, but a true remote curse."
She looked at Zhang Shaozhong and explained, "These kinds of evil cultivators place the greatest emphasis on cause and effect and tracking of aura."
You absorbed a portion of Basong's soul power, and your body became tainted with the karmic consequences associated with him and a very faint trace of the evil aura belonging to their lineage.
That Chai Peng must have used this method to lock onto you and send this curse from afar, both to vent his anger and to plant a 'beacon' in your soul so that he could track you down later or cast certain remote curses that require a specific target.
Zhang Shaozhong felt a chill run down his spine: "A beacon? Does that mean he can find us anytime? And even curse us remotely?"
"That's the theory."
Ling Qingxue nodded, "However, the rules of this world are special, and the spiritual energy is depleted, which greatly suppresses extraordinary power. If he wants to cast a powerful long-range curse, the price will be high, and the effect will be greatly reduced."
As for tracking... as long as we don't actively reveal our strong presence or stay in one place for an extended period, it won't be easy for him to pinpoint our location accurately.
Ye Meier snorted coldly: "What's there to be afraid of! A ghost hiding in some remote village playing with insects dares to threaten me? Just wait until he actually comes, I'll beat the shit out of him!"
That being said, Zhang Shaozhong knew in his heart that the threat of a Golden Core stage evil cultivator was no joke!
The other party is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to suddenly pounce and bite you at any moment!
pressure!
Immense pressure instantly enveloped Zhang Shaozhong's heart!
The slight relaxation and complacency that came with breaking through to the Qi Refining stage were instantly crushed by this sudden threat!
He's still too weak!
In the early stages of Qi Refining, one is still like an ant in the face of a true expert!
"We must improve our strength as soon as possible!"
Zhang Shaozhong clenched his fist, his eyes becoming incredibly determined. "Also, we need to find a way to remove that 'beacon' from our bodies, or interfere with their tracking!"
Ling Qingxue looked at him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
Becoming stronger when faced with adversity, and not fearing difficulties—this is the mindset a spiritual practitioner should have.
"Removing the beacon is no easy task; it involves cause and effect and the spiritual realm, requiring special methods or a higher level of understanding."
Ling Qingxue said, "For now, you can first use the chaotic energy to cleanse yourself constantly. The origin of chaos is higher than its evil curse, so it may gradually dilute that aura. In addition, you should cultivate diligently, because becoming strong yourself is the foundation of everything."
“I understand!” Young Master Zhang nodded emphatically.
He looked out at the dark night sky and felt as if he could sense a malicious gaze from thousands of miles away.
The name of the Siamese Ghost King, Chai Phong, hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles.
But he felt no fear, only an even more intense desire to become stronger!
Crisis can also be a driving force!
With a clear goal and strong external pressure, he will train even harder!
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