"I didn’t, I really didn’t." Yang Xiao was almost scared to tears. He really hadn’t seen anything, hadn’t heard anything. He felt he was even more wronged than Dou E.
He had only wanted to look for that Sect Master, but he’d never imagined he’d stir up such a sky‑toppling disaster. Five Netherworld Envoys sent to kill him—these people were really giving Yang Xiao a lot of face.
All of a sudden, Yang Xiao realized sothing very strange. The other side’s retaliation had co way too fast. From the mont he peeped at that mysterious expert until now, it had been, at most, not even two days. And how had they pinpointed his location so precisely?
Seeing Yang Xiao’s confusion, Jiushan Cangxuan explained, "Soone has already made a move on you and planted a Curse Technique on your body. That Puppet going out of control this ti was no accident; it was the Curse Technique erupting."
In a daze, Yang Xiao suddenly recalled that the previous night, while he was spying, he had been discovered by that mysterious expert. A shrill wail exploded in his mind, and a white bone arm wrapped with strange bells suddenly pierced through the vision and clawed at him across the distance, scaring him half to death.
Cold sweat broke out all over him in that instant. He had thought he’d escaped disaster by sheer luck, but he never would have guessed he’d still been hit.
The other party had actually managed to, across thousands of miles, use the foreknowledge image to place a Curse on him. That level of power was simply unimaginable.
"I already inspected my entire body with the lantern at the ti, three whole tis, but I still didn’t find any sign of being hit." Yang Xiao recalled.
Hearing this, Jiushan Cangxuan let out a cold laugh. "Who do you think that Half Compassion Purple Body Buddha is? Even I get headaches dealing with many of her thods, let alone a junior like you. Unless you have a specifically restraining Magic Technique, even an ordinary Netherworld Envoy who gets hit by this Curse wouldn’t notice it."
"Once the Curse Technique erupts, you’re almost certain to die. This Curse can silently and soundlessly send the Magic Artifact in your hand into a berserk state, causing the Envoy to be backlashed by their own Magic Artifact. And there’s practically no warning. Caught off guard, very few people can react in ti."
"The more you use a particular Magic Artifact, the higher the probability that that Magic Artifact will backlash."
After listening to Jiushan Cangxuan, Yang Xiao imdiately understood. It was because he had been trying to control that Puppet during that period that it went berserk. That berserk Puppet had almost killed Beiyu Ye.
At the sa ti, he couldn’t help feeling a bit lucky. Thankfully it was that Puppet that went out of control; if it had been one of his other Magic Artifacts, that would have been real trouble.
But thinking about it, those Magic Artifacts were all being watched over by his Good Sister. Even if the other side was a powerful expert, it probably wouldn’t have been that easy to succeed.
"Wait, Senior, you said there were five Netherworld Envoys coming for . What’s that about?" Yang Xiao had only heard about them; he hadn’t seen a single one. And how had their timing happened to coincide perfectly with the Puppet going berserk? That didn’t feel like a coincidence.
"The one who made a move on you is that Half Compassion Purple Body Buddha. The Curse Technique you were hit with is her fad ultimate, the Bone Curse. This Curse can trigger the Magic Artifacts in your hands to go out of control, but that’s still not the most terrifying part."
"What’s even more domineering is that once this Curse erupts, it will open a rift within the supernatural range influenced by the berserk Magic Artifact, and the Half Compassion Purple Body Buddha can follow that rift to locate the one under the Curse."
"No matter if it’s a thousand miles or ten thousand miles away, as long as the Bone Curse erupts, she can co right to your side." Even Jiushan Cangxuan’s expression turned uncharacteristically serious when he spoke of this Bone Curse.
Learning the truth, Yang Xiao’s legs went weak with fright. Only now did he realize just how dangerous things had been not long ago.
You could say that he only got by on luck because he happened to be in the Ju Mountain Family’s main estate, with the Ju Mountain Family’s experts gathered. Only then could they barely hold off that bunch. Otherwise, in any other place, he would have died without even knowing how.
Even in the Jiangbei Province Office building, he would hardly have escaped. Wu Qingcang and Hong Anguo wouldn’t be able to stop these people; the Jiangbei Province Office leadership might well have been wiped out to the last.
If it really had gone that way, then Yang Xiao would have beco a sinner.
"Senior Jiu Shan, among those five people who ca, was the Half Compassion Purple Body Buddha herself there?" Yang Xiao asked, trembling.
"She was. She was the one leading the team. Looks like she won’t be at ease until you’re dead." Jiushan Cangxuan gave Yang Xiao a aningful look.
"Then who were the other four Netherworld experts?" Yang Xiao was very curious whether the Sect Master had shown up.
When asked about the other four experts, Jiushan Cangxuan didn’t waste words. His wrist flicked, and a shabby burlap sack appeared in his hand. It seed this Ju Mountain Family Master also had a Space-type Magical Artifact.
It was obvious the battered sack held sothing heavy; it weighed down his hand. As Jiushan Cangxuan poured out what was inside, the next second Yang Xiao’s whole body went cold with dread, because out rolled two blood‑soaked human heads.
One large head obviously belonged to a Monk—Bald Head, with burn scars from precepts on the crown.
But what Yang Xiao couldn’t figure out was that these burn scars were arranged in three rows of four, with one extra left over: in other words, thirteen precept marks.
By common understanding, the number of precept marks corresponds to the stage of ordination in the Buddhist Temple. One to three marks is the beginner level, corresponding to novice precepts, representing entry into the Buddhist Temple and symbolizing purity of body, speech, and mind.
Six marks correspond to the Bhikku precepts, representing formal ordination and symbolizing purity of the six senses.
Nine marks are the high-rank Bhikku precepts, representing senior cultivation and symbolizing the nine‑rank lotus throne.
The highest is twelve marks, the Bodhisattva precepts—the highest level of discipline, symbolizing the vow to save all beings.
In Yang Xiao’s understanding, the maximum was twelve precept marks. What the hell was with this Great Monk’s thirteen marks? Also, this head of his...
"This man is a traitor of your Hua Country Buddhist Temple, nickna ’Lawless,’ aning: whatever the Buddha can manage, he insists on managing; whatever the Buddha can’t manage, he still wants to manage. He’s also a veteran Netherworld Envoy, and his thods aren’t weak." Jiushan Cangxuan looked coldly at the head on the ground, eyes still open in death, as he spoke.
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