Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 823: Blood Curse Lifted
“How’s it going? Brother Lu, are your arrangements about done? With these several magic formations completely covering this place, even if big trouble comes, we should be able to handle it. Besides, nine times out of ten, we’re probably just wasting time.” The marquis of Nanlong inserted the last magical flag into a corner at the bottom of the pool, then clapped his hands with a bitter smile.
“Hehe! I’d rather waste more time than risk any accidents. If there really is a secret treasure of ancient cultivators behind this gate, that would be perfect. But even if not, it’s better to be prepared than not. Although I’m very eager for treasures, I value this old life of mine even more,” Lu Weiying said with a slight smile, unconcerned.
Hearing this, the marquis of Nanlong shook his head and said nothing further.
At this moment, the old man placed the last formation array on the ground and activated the restriction. A faint white light orb appeared, shimmering softly around them.
The old man nodded in satisfaction before turning to face the blood-tinged stone gate once more.
The marquis of Nanlong, already growing impatient, saw that the old man had finished setting up, so he didn’t hold back. He suddenly took off a storage item from his waist and tossed it into the air.
Instantly, a burst of white light swept out, and on the ground appeared the crystal-clear skeletal remains of an ancient cultivator.
“This Blood Curse Gate is indeed strange. To break its restriction requires the essence or flesh of the one who cast the curse. Flesh is definitely impossible to find now. But within these mummified remains of an ancient cultivator, there should still be some spiritual essence left,” the marquis said in a low voice, opening his mouth to release a golden flying sword.
Then he reached out and grabbed the skeletal remains, which immediately floated up into the air about five or six meters above the ground.
With a flick of his finger, a white spell formation shot out, hitting the small sword that hovered motionless before his chest.
With a buzzing sound, the small sword trembled lightly, and its tip suddenly erupted with dazzling sword radiance.
Golden and brilliantly dazzling!
Soon, the sword radiance grew even brighter, transforming into a golden light orb.
Moments later, the light orb detached from the flying sword and shot toward the skeletal remains floating in the air, striking them directly. The light orb exploded upon contact.
Countless sharp sword qì crisscrossed fiercely, engulfing the entire skeleton within an instant. Then, bone fragments about the size of grains of sand drifted down like dust from the sword radiance.
The marquis’s eyes flashed with spiritual light. With a flick of his sleeve, a golden haze surged out, sweeping up all the semi-transparent bone dust without leaving a single grain behind.
The golden sword radiance in the air then began to fade.
Seeing the crystal-clear bone dust all gathered within the golden haze, the marquis nodded silently to himself. Then he glanced over at Lu Weiying.
The old man, seeing this, naturally understood the marquis’s intention. Without hesitation, he rubbed his hands together, and the white misty magical flag appeared between them.
With a gentle shake, a gust of wind suddenly swirled around the flag.
At this time, the marquis sat cross-legged, forming hand seals as he chanted a low incantation. One by one, various spell formations flew out from his hands, all striking the golden haze enclosing the bone dust.
Under the stimulation of these spell formations, the golden haze wrapped around the bone dust, slowly twirling and spinning.
The translucent powder shimmered with colorful spiritual lights, flickering brilliantly.
Then, Lu, the old man, tentatively attacked the stone gate.
He did not recklessly use the magical flag but casually raised one hand. A flash of red light appeared, followed by a series of fist-sized fireballs shooting toward the stone gate.