Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Blood Curse Art

A cultivator clicked his tongue and said: “What a cold and heartless man. Is he saying he should have waited until she died before helping?”

Another argued: “How is that heartless? That was decisive. Repaying a favor should be willing on both sides. She ran up wanting to offer herself, but did she ever think he might not want that?”

A third person said: “Still, this is pretty interesting. He’s a disciple of the Origin Return Sect, right? The one that swallowed Cloud Wave Fort?”

Someone answered: “Seems like it. I heard they’ve been challenging the Dark Nether Sect lately.”

Another added: “Dark Nether Sect… I heard they can’t make it this year and won’t come.”

“Sounds right.”

Lu Xuan swayed as if badly hit, and Li Wan Zhi quickly warned her: “Don’t you faint. If you fall, no one will lift you up. If you try to blame us, we won’t pay.”

Lu Xuan said softly: “I was being rude.” Her eyes were red. She forced herself to bow, turned to leave, and didn’t forget to pull her own brother with her.

Lu Yang glared coldly at Li Yan and said: “Don’t regret this.”

Li Yan’s face stayed calm, his expression unchanged, and he didn’t take that threat to heart at all.

Li Wan Zhi pinched his throat and copied the tone, repeating after him: “Don’t regret this.”

Fang He An asked: “Regret what?”

Li Wan Zhi sang out: “Regret not making me his brother in law.”

People around them couldn’t hold back their laughter.

Lu Yang stared at them with dark, eerie eyes. Li Wan Zhi’s hair stood on end and he whispered: “What is going on? Why are that brat’s eyes so scary?”

Ye Wan Wan stared back without fear. When a streak of red light shot at Li Wan Zhi, both Li Yan and Ye Wan Wan moved at the same time and caught the blood colored ray.

Seeing his plan fail, Lu Yang grabbed his sister and rode his sword off the mountain path. He ran.

Startled, Li Wan Zhi asked: “What was that?”

Shen Nan Zhou said: “A curse.”

Li Wan Zhi’s face went pale: “What?”

Shen Nan Zhou said in a flat voice: “He cursed you so you can’t get rich.”

Li Wan Zhi’s face turned blue, then white. In the end, anger beat fear. He exploded: “Curse me to never get rich? Curse me? That cursed Origin Return Sect, that cursed Lu Yang!”

He shouted louder and louder: “May your whole sect go bankrupt! Bankrupt!”

He kept cursing, the words got nastier, and he cried at the end. Fang He An comforted him: “Eldest senior brother and junior sister caught it, right? He didn’t curse you successfully.”

Li Wan Zhi sobbed: “Really? I’m scared.”

Fang He An said: “Don’t worry, we’ll cleanse you later. The curse won’t land.”

Only then did Li Wan Zhi, still sniffling, shuffle forward.

Li Yan looked down at the red glow in his hand. When he opened his palm, it was a strand of blood colored hair. It wasn’t red hair. It was a hair stained with dried blood. When he touched it, he could feel the dried flakes on it, like a rough, sandy texture.

His brows drew tight. His face turned serious. It was actually Blood Curse Art.

Ye Wan Wan leaned in to look, and Li Yan relaxed his brow. He put the thing away and calmed her: “Don’t worry, junior sister. Your senior brother will handle it.”

Ye Wan Wan looked up at him and nodded obediently: “Okay.”

Li Yan smiled. Before he stored the hair, he cast a Cleanse Spell. Then he reached out to pat Ye Wan Wan’s head and said: “Let’s go.”

He also reached to tug Bai Jian’s sleeve: “Junior Sister Bai, come on.”

Bai Jian had just woken from Dream Spirit’s Dream Realm, and she still looked very disappointed.

Li Yan asked gently: “What’s wrong?”

Bai Jian said with grievance: “The big pig trotter I was about to eat flew away.”

Li Yan’s eyes curved with a smile: “I brought some.”

Bai Jian’s eyes lit up at once: “Really?”

Like doing a magic trick, Li Yan took out two pig trotters, one roasted and one stewed. He wrapped them neatly in oiled paper and asked: “Which one first?”

Bai Jian hesitated, then looked at Li Yan again, finding it hard to choose.

Knowing her thoughts, Li Yan said: “Eat the stewed one first. The roasted one has chili. If you eat that later, it won’t cover the taste.”

Bai Jian nodded hard, and Li Yan held the other one for her.

Bai Jian naturally took Li Yan’s hand too. [I can’t let the pig trotter get away.]

Li Yan didn’t think anything of it, but he noticed Ye Wan Wan watching the two of them with a thoughtful look. Feeling a bit awkward, he cleared his throat lightly and said: “Junior sister.”

Ye Wan Wan smiled: “Understood, eldest senior brother.”

Li Yan likes Bai Jian.

Everyone in the Heavenly One Sect knew that except Bai Jian. Oh, and except Fang He An and Li Wan Zhi.

Ye Wan Wan and Shen Nan Zhou exchanged a look. In a heartbeat they both understood, and she purposely walked a few steps ahead to leave space for eldest senior brother and second senior sister.

Ye Wan Wan said: “There’s a problem with the old dao companion from back then.”

Shen Nan Zhou thought it over and said: “My friend never saw second senior sister’s dao companion in person, only heard about him.”

Ye Wan Wan said in a low voice: “Lu Yang is very suspicious. If we meet him in the tournament.”

Shen Nan Zhou asked: “What’s the plan?”

Ye Wan Wan said: “Cripple him.”

They high-fived. Deal.

Ye Wan Wan added: “That Bai Yi from the Xuan Tian Sect, I wonder if he’s second senior sister’s brother.”

Shen Nan Zhou asked: “If he is?”

Ye Wan Wan said: “Cripple him too.”

Shen Nan Zhou said: “Okay.”

He agreed too fast, and Ye Wan Wan glanced at him: “Can your current cultivation beat them? Without using your trump cards.”

Shen Nan Zhou said: “You know I practice Dual Cultivation of Spirit and Demon Paths, right?”

Ye Wan Wan covered her mouth in surprise and said: “Junior brother, this is the first time senior sister has heard that.”

Shen Nan Zhou frowned, a little hurt in his tone as he asked: “Are you sure?” Some of his spells had been taught by Ye Wan Wan, though it was in the Dream Realm.

She chuckled: “Got it. But if you aren’t stronger than the other one, give the fight to me.”

“I’ll do it.” The short answer carried cold intent and killing will.

Shen Nan Zhou smiled: “We can’t make senior sister do all the work. I’ll help. After all, we both have to take first place.”

Ye Wan Wan smiled: “Yes. We’re taking first place.” [And also, take those people out.]

Walking behind them, Li Yan fell into thought: “Third junior brother said junior sister and junior brother don’t get along, but from what I see…” [They’re doing fine.]

Bai Jian looked at the two of them and nodded with relief: “They’re all good kids.”

Her serious, caring tone sounded exactly like the Sect Master senior uncle. Li Yan laughed and said: “Yes, all good kids.”

The six of them left and headed straight for the main battle stage.

The tournament hadn’t started yet. People were already taking their seats all around. The six of them sat below the stage, taking the entire front row.

Someone nearby gasped and asked: “Why are you sitting here?”

The six of them turned at the same time and said: “Can’t we sit here?”

Startled, the person stammered: “This row is only for disciples of the three top sects.”

Hearing that, Ye Wan Wan’s group relaxed. They were also from the top three sects, though from a hundred years ago.

Cultivators beside them muttered that their faces were really thick.

“Found you, for real! Ancestor!”

The six had just lifted their hands to greet Lu Qing Xuan and Xun Yin on the Elders’ Terrace when a tall figure dashed up from behind, shouting: “Ancestor!”

He called “ancestor” again and again. Ye Wan Wan and the others froze, until Wang Niu stood before them and bowed.

He said loudly: “Greetings, ancestors!”

Ye Wan Wan thought: [No need to go that far.]