The King of Curses

Chapter 112: The Meeting of the Immortals
“What a strong force!”

The man's fist was blocked by someone's palm, and he felt as if he had hit a solid wall... No, an ordinary wall could not withstand his explosive fist. He felt that what stood in front of him was an entire towering and thick city wall. All his strength was transferred to the base of the wall and disappeared silently.

The man in the top hat couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He knew very well his own abilities. The first curse in his body was the culprit that turned the entire bar into a sea of ​​fire.

It symbolizes the power of "Mars" and belongs to the seventh star of the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. It is also called the Shang Star and is the guardian star worshipped by the ancient Shang Dynasty. It is said that "the later emperor was not good, so he moved Yanbo to Shangqiu and made him the master of Chen. The Shang people were named after him, so Chen was the Shang Star." This star was of great significance to the ancient people.

Of course, he could only borrow a part of the power; but when the spell in his body resonated with the stars in the sky, it would have the characteristics of "rootless fire". In addition to spreading fire indiscriminately and turning buildings into torches within seconds, it could also shrink energy within the spellcaster's body, enough to create the effect of napalm bombs in a short period of time.

If it were fully released, the huge flame that exploded would be like a demon and would devour everything around it; but it was this explosive power that was completely absorbed the moment the fist and palm touched each other.

"Drink!"

The clothes of the man in the top hat caught fire, his hair floated up in the hot wind, his skin turned a blazing red, cracks appeared, and underneath was something flowing and boiling like lava.

He wanted to release the power of the great sparks in his body, but as soon as the splashing flames touched the outside world, they were wrapped by a powerful invisible force, contracted and confined to the surface of his body.

The air around him was distorted. At first he thought it was due to the high temperature released by himself, but he soon realized that it was due to the true Qi released by the other party.

"It's not a curse, it's pure Qi?! But this is too..."

Just the powerful Qi that was deliberately released was several times the strength in his body. The man in the top hat was speechless for a moment. The other party used the simplest and crudest way to prove the level difference between the two of them.

The young man's five thick fingers wrapped around his fist, locking his movements like an iron hoop; while his other hand was still holding his subordinate.

"Let me go...! Boss, you're here to save me..."

"I know, I will save..."

The man in the top hat spoke with some difficulty, but before he could finish his words, they turned into a scream.

"Ugh!"

His wrist was broken by the young man, and half of his arm was hanging down.

The neck of the man in the top hat suddenly swelled up like a croaking frog, and the golden-red light flowing under his skin was lit up to the extreme, as if something hot was flowing up his throat from his stomach and was about to burst out -

Cen Dongsheng let go of his hand and kicked the man in the face. The blow was so heavy that it felt like a concrete pillar had hit the man's head, and the side that was hit was dented.

After being hit hard, the man in the top hat spit out hot liquid like magma, and flew to one end of the street like a windmill, falling into the trash can at the end.

……

Cen Dongsheng put down his foot, walked towards the direction where the man fell, and threw another subordinate over there.

As he expected, the curse master who performed the corpse manipulation technique was not alone, he had a superior.

"After beating the younger ones, the older ones will come." This is the most troublesome problem for civilian lone wolves trying to fight against organized curse-masters, especially those groups and organizations directly affiliated with the ancestors, which almost no one dares to provoke.

Just like when he and his teammates were fighting against the "demon boy" Le Shaowu, the opponent had the advantage in strength and was a wanton sorcerer, but they still did not take action immediately, because the ruling bureau was powerful enough.

"The Gathering of Ten Thousand Immortals...Is that so?"

He heard the name of the group mentioned by the man in the top hat clearly. This name was enough to prove that Cen Dongsheng's judgment was accurate again.

The leader of the "Gathering of Ten Thousand Immortals" is the future King of Spirits. It is also the largest organization of curse masters in the Haibei area. Its status is equivalent to that of the Ruling Bureau, but it is inferior in organization and is relatively loose.

"I didn't expect to meet someone from the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting' so soon." Cen Dongsheng thought, "It turns out that person has already raised this flag in this era..."

At this moment, he should be like Sister Zhizhen, working hard to manage and accumulate his own power in his own territory.

The core members of "The Gathering of Ten Thousand Immortals" were the first group of spell-casters who followed the King of Spirits. It is said that they were mainly shamans and folk witches. Among them, the most famous were the Five Immortals, namely the "Gray, Yellow, Fox, White and Willow".

However, there has always been a saying in this lineage that "immortals and ghosts cannot cross the river" and "Hu people cannot enter Shanhaiguan", so later historians often believe that the King of Jiangling during this period was only active in the north.

Facts have proven that this guess was wrong. The appearance of these two people before him showed that as early as the first wave, the King of the Spirits had been secretly trying to spread his influence to other regions...

If we deduce from this answer, we will find that this result is natural. After all, Tianhai City is the economic center of the country, and someone as ambitious as that would not miss it.

The area occupied by the ruling bureau occupies most of the most developed and prosperous cities in the country, which is exactly what the King of the Spirits covets the most. Unfortunately, whether in the past or now, that person's ambition is difficult to achieve.

Cen Dongsheng pressed his hand bones, and a crisp "crackling" sound was heard.

This is for Sister Zhizhen and also for myself.

……

The man in the top hat calmed his breathing and finally turned his neck straight which had been twisted by the blow.

The second curse in his body was triggered, so he did not die immediately.

"This is terrible... I never thought that I would encounter a curse master of this level just after arriving in this city... Should I say, it is worthy of being called the 'Devil's City'? But we have not yet made contributions for the leader, and we must not give up here..."

In his bloodshot and blurred vision, he saw the burning streets and houses submerged in the night. The young man was walking towards them at a leisurely pace, with a blazing fire behind him, casting a shadow on his tall figure.

"A second-level forbidden spell, probably from the earthly immortal system... The other one seems to be able to enhance vitality, from the human immortal system..."

The other party walked up to them and asked condescendingly.

"Any more?"

"……what?"

The man in the top hat was stunned for a moment.

"I mean, do you have other leaders or teammates? Or do you have other skills that you haven't used yet?"

said the young man.

"The 'Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting' you mentioned just now is the name of the organization you belong to? It's impossible that there are only two or three of you big cats and small cats."

The other party's tone was very flat, but it was this emotionless words that made him feel deeply despised.

An inexplicable anger welled up in the man in the top hat.

Although the leader of the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly did not mobilize his men in a big way, sending them to this city was a test, but his subordinates aside, he himself was a curse master who had mastered three B-grade curses and had a record of exorcising haunted houses independently more than once. He was an elite among elites, not some "big cat or little cat"...

He quickly got his temper under control.

There is no way, the situation is stronger than people, and the other party is really powerful.

Although he could not be compared with the Lord Alliance Leader, his true Qi might have reached the A-level. His status in the "Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting" was equivalent to that of a hall master or a guardian. There were only a few of them, and they could be said to be the regional leaders second only to the Alliance Leader himself. They were indeed not something he could fight against.

"We can... have a good talk."

He took a deep breath and said.

"Perhaps, our goals do not conflict with yours."

"Then tell me, what exactly are you doing here?"

The young man folded his arms and looked him in the eyes.

"…The cause of the incident was that one of our brothers fell into the hands of other curse masters. We came to this city in pursuit of his whereabouts."

Cen Dongsheng had a guess and looked towards the center of the fire.

"You mean the bar?"

"That's right, those women in the bar are our targets."

The other party asked cautiously.

"What is your relationship with them?"

"It's ok."

The man in the bowler hat seemed relieved.

"In that case..."

"I told you before that this city already has an owner. Aren't you gangsters from other places being too rude to make a scene here?"

The man in the top hat thought, who knows? After all, they had just arrived in this city, and they ran into a tough guy on their first mission... But the other party's expression was very serious, so he couldn't say this.

If he could return alive, he should indeed issue a warning to the alliance. A group that can use a top-class curse-binding master as a thug is indeed extraordinary.

But deep down in his heart, the man still has confidence.

No matter whether what the young man said about "the city has an owner" is true or not, and no matter what kind of organization the other party belongs to, as long as he thinks of the existence of the leader, he is fearless.

Anyone who has seen the leader's power with their own eyes will understand that he is no longer a human being, but a god, a god living in this world.

That feeling was extraordinary, beyond the definition of "strong" and "weak". Whether it was the man in front of him, or his immediate superior, the head of the hall, none of them had similar characteristics, including all the ghosts he had witnessed...

Compared with them, the leader is obviously not on the same dimension.

In addition, he also has a "returning soul tablet" on him——

This was originally a traditional folk custom. After a person passed away, his family would make a tablet for him as a resting place for the deceased's soul after it left the body. The tablet made by the leader himself was equivalent to adding a soul-binding object to the chosen people.

Once someone dies while away from home, the tablet will react, notifying the people in the main hall, and it also has the power to collect, protect, and contain the soul of the deceased.

After the "resurrection", the soul has the possibility to return to the world of the living after performing the secret ritual. Although the price is quite high, most people cannot get a place; the resurrected person is like a blank sheet of paper, no matter what achievements he made in his life, he has to start all over again... But for the members of the Ten Thousand Immortals' Assembly, this is undoubtedly a great hope and honor.

Moreover, regardless of whether they can be resurrected or not, the person who gets the "returning soul tablet" can at least pass the message back before death, so that the brothers in the same hall can hold memorial services and take revenge, so that they will not die in obscurity.

……

Cen Dongsheng looked into the other person's eyes and understood his thoughts.

He even knew where the confidence in this man's eyes, as if he had no fear of death, came from.

After all, the "Returning Soul Tablet" was a well-known exclusive benefit of the Ten Thousand Immortals. He remembered that if it were in the future, at least a Class A Curse Master would be eligible.

Of course, times have changed. In Cen Dongsheng's opinion, as long as the man in the top hat is not dead or disabled, he will at least be at the level of "A-1" in eight years.

Spells can be "upgraded" to higher levels, or they can be replaced. At this stage, people who can master multiple B-grade spells can indeed be considered elites.

"If we make a rough comparison, the level of the entire society of Curse Masters can be understood to have dropped a level between today and eight years later... However, the biggest gap is actually the size of the Curse Master community."

Cen Dongsheng thought.

"It was... our fault, but I hope you can understand that this is our first time here and we don't know much about the local forces in Tianhai City... It was just an unintentional mistake."

The man in the top hat swallowed his bitterness and decided to bow to the young man in front of him.

It's not that he was afraid, but he had a mission given by the leader. If he died inexplicably, he would seem too useless.

"What exactly does your Excellency want? Do you need compensation? I can contact my superiors."

"If you really want to have a good talk, give up your resistance first."

Cen Dongsheng smiled, kicked him to the ground, and snatched the gold foil that he was holding tightly in his hand; at the same time, he took off his hat and took out a jade butterfly from the interlayer; of course, he would not let go of the mobile phone and communicator in his trouser pockets.

The gold foil and jade butterfly were both close communication methods issued by the hall. After they were all confiscated, the only way he could pass on information was to wait for the other party to kill him and pass on the news of his death.

If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he certainly didn't want to go this far.

The problem is that this body search method is so skilled that it makes the man feel frightened, as if he has been captured more than once...

Cen Dongsheng suddenly stopped and turned to look.

A figure walked out of the sea of ​​fire. She looked a little disheveled, with traces of burns on her hair and face. The woman came to Cen Dongsheng and bowed respectfully.

"I am the owner of the Red Dust Bar. Thank you for your help, sir."

She looked at the two people lying on the ground, one was unconscious, and the other was glaring at her fiercely, but had lost the strength to resist.

"I have a humble request. Could you please..."

"No."

Cen Dongsheng didn't even bother to listen and refused without hesitation. He stared into the woman's eyes, which frightened her and she subconsciously took a step back.

"You have only one choice," he said, "and that is to do as he did, give up resistance and be prepared to follow me."

(End of this chapter)