The illustrious reputation of the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, Chen Hai had heard of for a long ti.
According to rumors, this type of curse technique could kill a Quasi-Saint strongman directly in just seven days.
However, although no abnormalities would be visible at the ti of casting, the backlash on one’s fortune would be quite severe.
The curse technique that Chen Hai was currently casting was improved based on the Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique, but during the improvent process, he gained much inspiration from the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book.
When the thin needle ford from anger was inserted into the left eye of the blood-colored doll, innurable eerie green flas began to erge from the doll’s body.
When the needle condensed by the Power of Laws of resentnt pierced into the doll’s right ear, a bone-eroding yin wind, of such intense blackness that it was visible to the naked eye, began to entwine the doll’s body.
Seven emotions, seven thin needles.
When each of the seven orifices of the blood-colored doll had a needle inserted, the doll that was originally standing in front of Chen Hai, with sores on its head and pus oozing from its feet, fell straight back to the ground.
"The curse technique is done. According to my estimation, after this technique acts on Yi Changqing, it will last for seven days."
"During these seven days, the effect of the curse will grow stronger with each passing day, especially on the last day, when its power can multiply."
"Judging by Yi Changqing’s strength, if he can withstand this curse for seven days, he should count himself lucky!"
"If soday I’m in a good mood, I’ll curse him again!"
...
Breathless, Chen Hai took several deep breaths before he could barely catch his breath.
The improved Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique he called the Seven-Needle Saint Slaughter Technique.
The fundantal purpose of this technique is to slaughter those above the Quasi-Saint level.
Although casting this technique doesn’t cause severe backlash to one’s fortune, the damage to the body is still quite significant.
With Chen Hai’s current recovery power, after casting this Seven-Needle Saint Slaughter Technique, he felt short of breath.
He estimated that it would take at least three to five days for his body to recover to its full strength.
After casting this curse technique, it’s still unknown if he can successfully curse Yi Changqing to death...
For Chen Hai, this is truly a heavy price to pay.
After all, with his current strength, if he were to face Yi Changqing in reality, even if he couldn’t kill him in one strike, he could easily slay him without getting injured.
The only advantage of using this technique against the enemy is its stealth, capable of killing without a sound and avoiding exposure to the eyes of certain individuals.
Since this technique is newly created, it undoubtedly still has many flaws.
Using it to curse Yi Changqing is an experintal process for Chen Hai; if the effect is average, the Seven-Needle Saint Slaughter Technique naturally needs further improvent.
"If this curse killing technique is to be improved, the side effects must be reduced."
"Casting this technique once needs several days to recover. Such a significant risk, who can bear it?"
"During these days, I will recuperate in this Cultivation Hall."
"The Refining Cave Heaven matter has already been delayed for too long. Once recovered, I must rapidly complete it."
"Yi Changqing, even if he isn’t cursed to death directly, I hope he can be quiet, giving so peace for a while."
...
Sighing, Chen Hai murmured to himself.
Originally standing up, stretching his body a bit, he then sat back on the ditation cushion.
Practicing breath control, his mind at peace, like an old monk in ditation, he quickly fell into silence.
...
Within the Endless Sea, blood waves surged, and blood mist filled the sky.
On that massive island as the Netherworld Sect’s residence, the door of a great hall, closed for about one or two years, creaked open slowly.
"Welco, Great Elder!"
"Great Elder is mighty and domineering, number one under heaven!"
"Immortal Changqing has boundless mana..."
A dozen or so people waiting at the hall entrance promptly knelt to the ground.
As Yi Changqing’s trusted subordinates, finally seeing him erge from the hall, everyone was in a good mood, very happy.
The flattery and complints rose and fell, and even Yi Changqing himself couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed hearing them.
During the one or two years when his Three Corpses Avatar was destroyed, although he had passed ssages to those below, he himself stayed behind the hall and didn’t et outsiders or take a single step outside.
In such a short period, it’s certainly impossible for him to fully recover from all his injuries.
Now, on the surface, he might appear without any abnormalities, but if he were to fight, the injuries on his body wouldn’t remain hidden from anyone.
For a Quasi-Saint strong, one or two years is not much ti, but forrly Yi Changqing, unless in closed-door cultivation, would walk around every ten days or half a month, having celebrations with his subordinates.
Not appearing for one or two years, staying secluded within the hall, he was normal, but his subordinates began to feel unrest.
Especially after the news of his son Yi Tianxing’s death reached the Netherworld Sect, Yi Changqing, who stayed in seclusion without seeing outsiders, inevitably aroused suspicion.
In addition, his Three Corpses Avatar, originally stationed in the sea area of Golden Dawn Island, hadn’t appeared for a long ti.
Connecting all the events, it’s not surprising that so guessed Yi Changqing had issues.
Especially in the past six months, rumors about his Great Elder avatar being destroyed and he suffering serious injuries spread more widely.
The dozen or so people at the hall entrance could all be considered Yi Changqing’s absolute confidants.
Seeing him unscathed, not appearing injured in the least, they could finally breathe a slight sigh of relief.
"Everyone, be humble, understand?"
"In this Netherworld place, even if my power truly is number one, just keep it in your hearts."
"Talking about it every day might make others think we are boasting, how would others view us?"
...
The flattering words, though known to be false, made Yi Changqing still feel sweet inside.
After all, those who truly knew him understood that he had always been the eternal number two on this Netherworld Island, a perennial heartache.
"Great Elder, regarding your instructions on selecting beauties on the island, we’ve made the necessary arrangents."
"They need to be young and beautiful as well as powerful. Though your criteria are high, searching throughout the entire Netherworld Island, such female cultivators can certainly be found!"
"In five days, should all the selected beauties be sent directly to you, Elder?"
...
A man with a goatee, dressed as a scholar, took a step forward, bowing respectfully to Yi Changqing, and said.
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