"Yinger, don’t panic. Your Master is here."
Si Nanyan’s eyes flashed, and she imdiately ford hand seals, trying to grasp the Power of the Curse within Qiu Yinger’s body.
She had been waiting for this mont.
If the other party was able to erase their traces completely, then she would wait for the curse to appear again.
By utilizing the connection between them, she aid to track down the source.
She wanted to see who was so bold as to dare curse her disciple.
"Huh?"
However, in the next mont, a look of astonishnt flashed across Si Nanyan’s eyes.
She felt the Power of the Curse within Qiu Yinger’s body, but she was unable to trace it back to its source.
This Power of the Curse seed to have truly appeared out of nowhere.
This was... highly unorthodox!
PFFT!
Qiu Yinger couldn’t help but spit out another mouthful of fresh blood, her internal aura weakening for the second ti.
Her injuries had not yet healed, and the return of the curse made it difficult for her to cope.
"Master..."
"Yinger, don’t panic. Hold on for a mont. Your Master will try again."
Si Nanyan’s brows knitted slightly as she continued to search with her secret skill, sowhat unwilling to give up.
The Power of the Curse was extrely tricky, firmly rooted within Qiu Yinger’s body, the two entwined as one.
Even Si Nanyan could not easily dispel it.
The only way was to find the spellcaster.
As ti ticked by, cold sweat gradually beaded on Si Nanyan’s forehead, and Qiu Yinger spat out more and more blood.
"What... what’s going on..."
No matter how hard Si Nanyan tried, she couldn’t find the source of the Power of the Curse.
She even nearly beca tainted by the Power of the Curse herself.
Eerie, far too eerie.
For a mont, Si Nanyan felt at a loss.
"Mas... Master, my... my head... it hurts..."
At this point, Qiu Yinger had collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, her hands clutching her head, looking utterly miserable.
A blood mist rose from her body.
This blood mist seed to have a life of its own, continuously growing stronger.
"Yinger..."
Seeing this, Si Nanyan hesitated, afraid to make another move.
If I also get entangled with this Power of the Curse, that would be troubleso. I might not only fail in my breakthrough but could also succumb to this thing.
However, in the next mont, the Power of the Curse on Qiu Yinger’s body once again eerily disappeared without a trace.
Qiu Yinger’s body trembled, a look of relief flashing through her eyes before she fell unconscious.
Si Nanyan was shocked. She quickly extended her spiritual sense to check Qiu Yinger’s injuries.
Fortunately, her injuries aren’t severe; she just looks miserable.
She felt relieved.
Who exactly is it, and why are they targeting Yinger like this?
Si Nanyan was sowhat puzzled.
Who on earth could Qiu Yinger have offended? The other party possesses such ans. Clearly, they’re no ordinary person. It’s very likely their strength is even above mine. A powerful being like that wouldn’t normally attack a junior like Qiu Yinger. They could have easily killed Qiu Yinger, yet they chose to torture her instead.
Si Nanyan’s expression was uncertain.
She couldn’t understand it and even felt so trepidation about intervening.
Little did Si Nanyan know, the being she considered all-powerful wasn’t faring much better at that mont.
If it weren’t for his lack of strength, Wen Zhixing wouldn’t have held back.
He would have cursed Qiu Yinger to death directly.
This ti, Wen Zhixing’s condition was even worse than before. It’s fair to say he had exhausted almost all his strength.
[You used the Unfounded Curse to curse Qiu Yinger. Her injuries worsened again, and you nearly died.]
"Heh... heh heh... You think this is over? It’s far from it! This... this ti... and there will be a next ti after this one is done!"
Wen Zhixing collapsed to the ground, laughing wildly.
Although I almost died, I made a huge profit! After all, my Body Recovery Speed is fast now. It’s just a matter of who can outlast the other!
[Your body has entered a withered state. "Revival of the Withered Tree" is triggered.]
[Your body undergoes a new transformation.]
[Your body begins its fifth nirvana.]
[Your Body Recovery Speed has doubled again.]
[Initiating the tempering of your entire skeletal system. Once the tempering is complete, your body’s resistance to blows will improve, achieving Copper Skin and Iron Bones.]
"Revival of the Withered Tree... has been triggered... Ha... Hahaha..."
Wen Zhixing was in extrely bad shape.
But his laughter was only growing more unrestrained.
This was the first ti he had triggered Revival of the Withered Tree himself.
Unlike before, when it was always triggered "passively."
"Qiu... Yinger, I... I actually... have to thank you..."
Wen Zhixing grinned and, with that, his eyes closed, and he fell directly into unconsciousness.
「A day flew by in no ti.」
By the ti Wen Zhixing woke up, his body’s nirvana process had already completed.
[The fifth nirvana is complete.]
[Your Body Recovery Speed has doubled.]
[Your body’s resistance to blows has strengthened, achieving Copper Skin and Iron Bones.]
[Your physical body has transford, your realm has broken through. Current cultivation level: Shedding Mortal Tier Five.]
This recovery speed is a bit too fast, so fast that I’m still not quite used to it.
Wen Zhixing genuinely felt unaccustod to it.
He had just slept, and his body’s nirvana was already over.
Such speed was really too fast.
Even a typical genius probably couldn’t temper their body to this extent...
Wen Zhixing removed his upper garnt and began to inspect his physique closely.
His muscles, as if sculpted, rippled slightly, hinting at the powerful strength contained within.
Wen Zhixing scanned the surroundings and found that there were several long swords hanging in the secret chamber.
One of them had been unsheathed and placed aside.
However, they were re mortal soldiers, not Spiritual Treasures.
Wen Zhixing’s heart stirred. He stepped forward, picked up the unsheathed sword, and then fiercely slashed down on his own arm.
CLANG! A sound like tal striking tal resounded as the sword hit his arm.
The sword was sharp, yet it couldn’t inflict the slightest injury.
Not bad!
Wen Zhixing moved his arm. Having achieved Copper Skin and Iron Bones, he was now completely unfazed by ordinary weapons.
But then, he completely relaxed, letting his body beco wholly unguarded.
This ti, the sword in his hand finally cut through his skin.
Crimson blood gushed out instantly.
It wasn’t that Wen Zhixing was a sadist who enjoyed pain.
He just wanted to check his healing speed again.
He glanced down and saw the injury on his arm healing at a visible rate.
In roughly the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, the cut from the sword had completely healed, leaving only a patch of fresh, pink skin.
With this, Wen Zhixing gained a clear understanding of his own body.
It’s a pity Ning Shan hasn’t visited these past few days.
Beyond the joy, Wen Zhixing also felt so disappointnt.
Without Ning Shan’s presence, he couldn’t collect the Fortune Fragnts.
It was most likely because the condition I displayed back then seed too good. Since my life wasn’t in danger, she probably didn’t think it was important to check on anymore. Miscalculated...
Wen Zhixing frowned.
His good mood was sowhat dampened.
Maybe I should curse Qiu Yinger one more ti...
Just as Wen Zhixing was thinking this, the door of the secret chamber slowly opened, and Ning Shan flashed in.
"Ning... Senior Sister Ning..."
Wen Zhixing hastily spoke, his face ashen and devoid of color.
He struggled to stand up to pay his respects but almost collapsed back to the ground.
He had been feigning weakness for so long that he was becoming increasingly skilled at it.
"There’s no need for such formalities."
Ning Shan saw his condition, frowned slightly, and quickly walked over to Wen Zhixing’s side and said, "Let’s go. My Master has summoned you."
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