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Chapter 143: Curse-Killing Art, A Perfect Match
Chapter 143: Curse-Killing Art, A Perfect Match (Seeking Subscription)
"Since you all say so, I'll be straightforward."
General Pan Yong spoke up.
Soon, a light screen appeared in the void, displaying the names and appearances of ten Evolvers.
"These ten Evolvers are the most likely candidates for the true identity of the Thirteenth Peak Master, according to the information gathered by my tribe," General Pan Yong explained.
The other wills turned their attention to the light screen.
The ten Evolvers on the screen were all members of the Chi Kun bloodline.
The last one was none other than the Three-Eyed Tribe man.
As for the previous nine, they were outstanding Evolvers from the past few sessions of Chi Kun Star's trials.
Most of them were Red Pattern Evolvers.
"General Pan Yong, just showing us this list isn't very helpful," one of the wills spoke up.
"Yes, these Evolvers are mostly hiding on the Chi Kun main star. How are we supposed to make a move?" asked another.
"Even if we disregard all consequences and kill one of them, the others will surely become more cautious, making it even harder to target them," a third will added, confused.
"There's no need for you to take action," General Pan Yong replied, his tone unwavering.
"A powerful expert in our tribe skilled in curse-killing is willing to sacrifice a thousand years of lifespan to employ the curse-killing art," he continued.
The curse-killing art was a unique application of the rule of cause and effect.
This rule was extremely challenging to comprehend, let alone derive secret techniques from it.
Moreover, the curse-killing art had significant restrictions. It required at least a gap of two major realms to be effective, and each use consumed a vast amount of lifespan energy.
Unless absolutely necessary, no strong expert would willingly employ the curse-killing art.
Of course, using the curse-killing art was far more effective than assassination. No matter the distance, as long as there was a connection of cause and effect, the target could be directly cursed and killed.
"Curse-killing?"
"That's a good idea."
"They won't even have time to react to a direct curse-killing."
"Indeed, the Thirteenth Peak Master is only at the Fifth Stage and hasn't entered the Sixth Stage yet. To curse-kill him, we only need a Seventh Stage expert in the curse-killing path."
"If we wait until he advances to the Sixth Stage, an Eighth Stage curse-killing expert would have to pay a hefty price, and there's still no guarantee of success."
After some discussion, the other wills agreed with General Pan Yong's suggestion.
Given the potential displayed by the Thirteenth Peak Master, it was best to eliminate him before he reached the Sixth Stage.
Once he entered that stage, the heavens and the sea would be his oyster, and he could employ numerous life-saving means. Even if an Eighth Stage curse-killing expert were willing to sacrifice thousands of years of lifespan, it might not be enough to ensure success.
"I will need something from you in return," General Pan Yong said as he immediately began negotiating with the other wills.
Half a day later, subtle spatial fluctuations rippled through the starry sky.
A humanoid figure covered in scales appeared.
"This is the'medium,'" General Pan Yong explained, causing ten items to materialize with a slight movement of his mind.
These ten items belonged to the ten Evolvers on the list, and General Pan Yong had sent people to collect them from the planets where these Evolvers had lived.
They had come into contact with the ten Evolvers, leaving behind traces of their aura.
Although the curse-killing art was mysterious and unpredictable, making it nearly impossible to guard against, it required a'medium' to be effective.
Leading from cause to effect.
And locking the cause with the effect.
"Pan Yong, remember your promise," the scaled humanoid figure said, staring intently at General Pan Yong for a moment before swallowing all ten'medium' items in one go.
Buzz! Intangible waves spread out.
The scaled humanoid figure seemed to be suffering from a backlash, as his body began to crumble.
"Good," General Pan Yong nodded slightly, seeing the figure's condition.
"Rest assured, after your death, your tribe will be treated well," General Pan Yong assured, looking at the crumbling figure.
The scaled humanoid figure had only a thousand years of lifespan left. He had volunteered for this mission, willing to use his remaining lifespan to pave the way for his tribe.
For him, a thousand years of lifespan was far from enough to make any significant progress.
"Now..."
"...we wait."
General Pan Yong turned to the other wills.
They had just traded the lifespan of a Seventh Stage peak expert, a rare powerhouse in the curse-killing path, for the lives of ten Fourth and Fifth Stage youngsters.
It was a huge loss.
But if just one of those youngsters was the Thirteenth Peak Master, it would be a profit—no, a huge profit.
Chi Kun Main Star.
The Three-Eyed Tribe man finished his cultivation session.
"Hmph."
"Idiots."
The Three-Eyed man glanced downward, his gaze falling on Fang Qing, who was hurrying off, apparently on an errand.
The Three-Eyed man despised Fang Qing, not just because he had been a Silver Pattern Evolver initially but also because he had expended a lot of favors for his friend 'Lin Yuan.' This had improved Fang Qing's standing within the Chi Kun bloodline.
"True strength comes from solitude; there is no need for friends. Needing friends only shows your own weakness," the Three-Eyed man said with determination.
"I..."
The Three-Eyed man took a deep breath as he prepared to get up.
Just then, an invisible wave descended upon him.
"No!!!!"
The Three-Eyed man's eyes widened as the bloodline on his forehead opened.
But it was all in vain. As the wave spread, his soul quickly dissipated.
At the same time, on the Chi Kun Main Star, the other nine Evolvers died mysteriously.
Virtual World.
Personal Space.
Fang Qing sat in front of Lin Yuan, his face filled with anger.
"Despicable aliens, using the curse-killing art!" Fang Qing exclaimed, revealing how the Three-Eyed man and the other nine Evolvers had died mysteriously.
This incident wasn't a secret on the Chi Kun Main Star, and only after concluding that the Thirteenth Peak Master had fallen victim to an alien curse-killing art did the situation gradually calm down.
"Curse-killing art?" Lin Yuan's heart stirred.
As the Thirteenth Peak Master, he was naturally aware of such mysterious and unpredictable methods.
The curse-killing art was a unique application of the rule of cause and effect, even more abstruse than soul attacks.
Of course, employing the curse-killing art came at a great cost. It required at least a gap of two major realms to be effective, and each use consumed a hundred years of lifespan energy.
"Why would the aliens use the curse-killing art?" Lin Yuan asked, though he had his suspicions.
"Others say that the aliens noticed the Thirteenth Peak Master's performance in the arena region, and these ten Evolvers who were curse-killed were suspected to be the Thirteenth Peak Master," Fang Qing whispered.
"I see," Lin Yuan nodded.
At that moment, he felt relieved that he hadn't exposed his identity.
If he had given in to Black Prison Claw's pressure and revealed himself earlier, he might have escaped safely back to the Chi Kun Main Star, but his identity as 'Lin Yuan' would have been exposed, giving the aliens a way to target him.
After living on Cang Star for so many years, Lin Yuan couldn't be sure he hadn't left behind a single'medium.' If the aliens had found such a'medium' and used the curse-killing art, Lin Yuan wasn't sure he could have survived.
Although, as the junior disciple of the Chi Kun Star Master, he might have had a means to block the curse-killing art, but what if he hadn't?
"I need to keep a low profile," Lin Yuan thought to himself. He was relieved that he had endured Black Prison Claw's oppression in the end.
"That Three-Eyed Tribe man," Lin Yuan mused, feeling that the man had probably taken a hit meant for him.
In the Seven Star Cave World, there were three Red Pattern Evolvers, over a hundred Gold Pattern Evolvers, and more than a million Silver Pattern Evolvers. Among them, the one who most resembled the current Thirteenth Peak Master, who was wreaking havoc in the arena region, was likely the Three-Eyed Tribe man.
After all, the other two Red Pattern Evolvers had distinct features. Silver-haired Yin Ling specialized in spatial attacks, and the nearly three-meter-tall brute specialized in power attacks. Neither of them resembled the Thirteenth Peak Master.
As for the Gold and Silver Pattern Evolvers below them, there were simply too many to make a definite conclusion.
Only the Three-Eyed Tribe man among the Red Pattern Evolvers seemed like a plausible candidate.
"I wonder if the Thirteenth Peak Master is truly safe," Fang Qing said, his voice suddenly somber. The aliens must have had some certainty to dare to use the curse-killing art, and they would have to pay a significant price to cast it across an infinite distance.
"We'll know tomorrow," Lin Yuan consoled.
"Yeah," Fang Qing replied, briefly taken aback.
The Thirteenth Peak Master challenged various Evolvers in the arena region every morning and afternoon. If he was unharmed, he would surely appear tomorrow.
"Let's hope he's alright," Fang Qing added softly.
If the Thirteenth Peak Master died at the hands of the aliens again, like he had ten thousand years ago, no one knew what kind of madness the Chi Kun Star Master would unleash.
The next day.
Virtual World.
Arena Region.
In a private box.
Several figures gathered.
"Whether or not we managed to curse-kill the Thirteenth Peak Master will be clear soon," one of the figures said. These figures were, of course, aliens in disguise. The virtual world network couldn't completely block out the aliens, especially those skilled in disguise, who could perfectly mimic the aura of humans. As long as their identities were correct, they could enter the virtual world without a hitch.
"If the Thirteenth Peak Master doesn't show up today, then there's a high probability that he was curse-killed," another figure added, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they stared at the arena below.
The cost of this attempt to curse-kill the Thirteenth Peak Master was far higher than the assassination attempt on the Chi Kun Star Master's disciple ten thousand years ago.
Back then, they had only sacrificed some Sixth Stage experts.
But this time, they had paid the price of a Seventh Stage peak expert skilled in the curse-killing path, who had sacrificed a thousand years of his lifespan.
It was common knowledge that Seventh Stage peak experts skilled in the curse-killing path were even rarer than Eighth Stage experts.
If this expert hadn't volunteered, they wouldn't have been able to order him to make such a sacrifice.
"Thirteenth Peak Master," one of the aliens muttered.
"You must die."
"If you don't die, our efforts will be for nothing."
The aliens' eyes were glued to the arena below as these thoughts raced through their minds.
Soon, a figure appeared in the arena.
It was the Thirteenth Peak Master's opponent.
"If he hasn't shown up yet, then..." One of the aliens felt a surge of joy.
However, the next moment, the Thirteenth Peak Master's figure appeared on the other side of the arena.
Dead silence.
The private box fell into a deathly hush.
The aliens' faces twisted with displeasure as they stared fixedly at the Thirteenth Peak Master's figure below.
"Did we curse-kill the wrong person?"
"Is the Thirteenth Peak Master still alive?"
"It's over."
The aliens took a deep breath, their faces twisting with bitterness.
"Let's go."
"No point in staying."
"Time to report back."
The aliens disconnected from the virtual world.
The moment they had seen the Thirteenth Peak Master's figure, they had realized that it was already too late to stop his rise.
What could they do to stop him now? Curse-kill him again? Even if they could find a willing Seventh Stage peak expert skilled in the curse-killing path to help them, how would they choose their target?
The ten Evolvers they had selected as the most likely candidates for the Thirteenth Peak Master's identity had all failed. Now, they would have to choose from an even larger pool of Evolvers, making a successful curse-kill even more unlikely than the first attempt.
Virtual World.
Personal Space.
Lin Yuan sat with his eyes half-closed.
By challenging various Evolvers with different evolutionary paths, he was continuously refining his own Martial Dao evolutionary path.
"Someone wants to visit me?" Lin Yuan glanced at the visitor list.
Ever since he had endured Black Prison Claw's oppression, few people had come specifically to visit him.
Even after Fang Qing had resolved the issue of Cang Star's trade being cut off, Lin Yuan's name remained on the 'black lists' of many factions.
He was too arrogant and too much of a troublemaker.
Today it was Black Prison Claw, and tomorrow it would be some other powerful force.
"Mr. Lin, I am Shi Cai, a director from the Hui Yin Group," a man with a hooked nose said with a smile.
"Hello," Lin Yuan nodded.
"We were hoping that Mr. Lin could take the lead in helping us get in touch with Lord Fang Qing," the man with the hooked nose explained his purpose.
"Rest assured, Mr. Lin. Our Hui Yin Group will definitely express our gratitude afterward," the man promised.
"No need," Lin Yuan shook his head. "I can't agree to this request."
The visitors were hoping to get to know Fang Qing through him? "Very well, then. I won't disturb you further," the man with the hooked nose maintained his smile as he exited Lin Yuan's personal space.
It was only when he returned to reality that his smile faded, a gloomy expression taking its place.
"Doesn't he know his current situation?" the man with the hooked nose muttered, a cold smile on his lips. "Still so arrogant."
In his opinion, Lin Yuan's comfortable position was solely due to Fang Qing's favor. If he didn't take advantage of Fang Qing's current regard for their friendship to build connections with other factions, he would be wasting valuable resources.
"Just you wait," the man with the hooked nose said to himself. "Let's see what becomes of you in the future."
Fang Qing could protect him for now, but could he protect him forever?
Central Continent Estate.
Underground Training Field in the Main Building.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, a reddish-brown'stone' placed before him.
With his heaven-defying comprehension, he combined the insights he gained from observing the reddish-brown'stone' with the lessons learned from his battles against numerous Evolvers, rapidly refining his Martial Dao evolutionary path and improving his soul compatibility conversion efficiency.
He continued this process until he reached a certain critical point.
Time passed, and it was unclear how long it had been.
An hour?
Ten hours?
Or a day?
Lin Yuan quietly opened his eyes.
"I..."
Lin Yuan felt a sense of 'completeness' emanating from his soul, a feeling that permeated his entire being.
"Soul compatibility," Lin Yuan immediately began to sense the level of soul compatibility conversion within himself.
A moment later, a smile appeared on Lin Yuan's face.
The soul compatibility conversion rate in this life had reached...
One hundred percent.
(End of Chapter)
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