Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

Lin Chen and Shen Qingqiu sat opposite her, one on each side.

"The process will be painful. Guard your mind and trust me," Lin Chen said in a deep voice.

Ye Qingcheng nodded and closed her eyes: "Come on."

Shen Qingqiu handed the mixed Qingxin Liuli Herbal Essence and Jinghun Powder to Ye Qingcheng's lips: "Take it."

The medicine entered the throat, initially extremely cold, then transformed into a scorching torrent that rushed straight to the incantation mark at the heart meridian!

"Ugh—!" Ye Qingcheng's body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed groan of pain.

The curse mark seemed to come alive, black threads spreading wildly, trying to resist the medicine's power, while a deeper chill and stinging pain pierced to the bone.

"Now!" Lin Chen shouted.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together, his fingertips gathering highly concentrated Nine Yang True Qi, and gently touched the center of the black curse mark.

The Supreme Yang True Qi acted like the finest scalpel, carefully cutting into the structure of the curse seal while simultaneously protecting Ye Qingcheng's fragile heart meridian.

Shen Qingqiu flicked his hands repeatedly, inserting several silver needles into major acupoints around Ye Qingcheng's body, guiding the medicinal power to spread, and continuously injecting gentle medicinal power to nourish the meridians.

Three forces—pure yang energy, purifying medicinal power, and yin-cold incantation—clashed fiercely in the space around Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Her body trembled violently, as if black worms were wriggling under her skin, cold sweat poured down her forehead, and her teeth clenched so tightly that they made a grinding sound, but she managed not to let out another scream.

Lin Chen was completely focused, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

Shen Qingqiu's face grew increasingly pale, as maintaining the silver needle guidance was extremely taxing on his mind.

Time passed second by second.

Finally, under the combined attack of the Nine Yang True Fire and the purifying power of the Pure Heart Glazed Grass, the black curse mark began to crack, and wisps of black energy were forced out and purified by the supreme yang energy in the air.

"Break!" Lin Chen suddenly increased his strength, and golden light shone brightly from his fingertips!

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A soft cracking sound rang out, and the black spider-like curse mark completely collapsed, turning into the last wisp of black smoke and dissipating.

Almost simultaneously, Ye Qingcheng vomited a mouthful of dark, foul-smelling blood.

The blood splattered on the ground corroded a small pit in the cement.

Her body went limp and she fell forward, but Lin Chen caught her.

Although extremely weak, the lingering gloom and darkness between his brows had vanished, and although his face was pale, it exuded a cleanliness that came after recovering from a serious illness.

"Success." Shen Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, removed the silver needles, and fed Ye Qingcheng a pill to strengthen her foundation and nourish her vital energy.

Ye Qingcheng leaned on Lin Chen's shoulder to catch her breath and struggled to sit up straight.

Looking at the disappearing curse mark on his chest, and feeling the emptiness within his body without the chilling, stinging sensation, a complex expression flashed in his eyes. Finally, he looked at Lin Chen and Shen Qingqiu and whispered, "Thank you."

"No need." Lin Chen also looked slightly tired. "The Heart-Locking Curse has been removed, and your innate 'Frosty Yin Body' is no longer suppressed. Next, I will teach you the Frosty Yin chapter of the 'Mysterious Yin Manual.' You need to cultivate diligently and master your own power."

Ye Qingcheng nodded emphatically, her eyes burning with a desire to become stronger.

Everyone rested for a night.

The next morning, although Ye Qingcheng was still weak, she was able to move freely, and a faint trace of Frosty Yin Qi in her body began to circulate on its own according to the route taught by Lin Chen.

The convoy set off again, heading straight for the Chu family in Los Angeles.

At seven o'clock in the morning, we finally arrived at the Chu family's old residence.

The garden-style residence with white walls and gray tiles has a grayed-out Bagua mirror on the lintel, and the stone lions guarding the house seem to exude a bloodthirsty black aura.

"The items meant to ward off evil spirits have been tampered with. Someone has recently died in the house, and the resentment hasn't dissipated," Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice after examining the items.

Lin Chen nodded; he had noticed it too.

Ling Feng stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a long while, an old servant opened the door in a panic.

Lin Chen revealed his identity and purpose, and the old servant was about to refuse.

Just then, a clear but weak voice came from inside: "Uncle Fu, let them in."

"Yes, miss."

"Please come in, everyone."

The interior of the Chu family's old house is even more eerie than its exterior.

The winding corridors and deep courtyards, which should have been full of life, were instead marred by a sickly dark green foliage.

The air was filled with a faint smell of humus, mixed with a barely perceptible stench of blood.

As he walked, Lin Chenyang's spiritual eyes swept across the area and saw a layer of hazy resentment shrouding the courtyard.

At several key feng shui locations, black and red malevolent energy coils like venomous snakes.

"The well at the Kan position is dry, the peach tree at the Li position is withered, and the ground at the Zhen position is sunken..." Shen Qingqiu quickly and quietly assessed.

"The feng shui pattern has been artificially disrupted, turning the flow of vitality into a situation where yin energy gathers and evil spirits are nurtured."

"The person who set up the formation is very knowledgeable."

Ling Feng and four Ice Guards spread out in a tactical formation to maintain vigilance, their hands on their weapons.

Hearing Leng Qingqiu's words, the old servant Fu Bo, who was leading the way, trembled and muttered as he walked, "What a tragedy... The Chu family has done good deeds for generations, how could they suffer such a calamity..."

After passing through two courtyards, we arrived at the main hall of the third courtyard.

The hall door was open, and the interior was dimly lit.

A young girl in a plain white dress knelt on a prayer mat with her back to the door.

On the long table in front of her were three burning incense sticks, and scattered around the incense burner were talismans, copper coins, and an old Bagua mirror.

The girl was slender with long hair draped over her shoulders, and her exposed neck and wrists were almost transparently white.

"Miss Chu?" Lin Chen stopped at the door, not daring to enter rashly.

Chu Ling'er slowly turned around.

The moment Lin Chen saw her face clearly, his heart stirred slightly.

The lively and charming image on the marriage certificate portrait was still there, but at this moment, Chu Ling'er's face was as pale as paper, with dark circles under her eyes and her lips almost colorless.

Only those eyes, large and bright, seemed to have a faint light flowing deep within their pupils, giving them a penetrating clarity when they looked at people.

"Lin Chen... I've been waiting for you for three days." Chu Ling'er said, her voice clear but tinged with weariness.

She tried to stand up, leaning on the long table, but her body swayed.

Shen Qingqiu quickly stepped forward to support her, his fingers naturally resting on her pulse. His brows furrowed: "Your vital energy is severely depleted, and the yin energy has deeply invaded your body. Have you been forcibly activating your spiritual power?"

Chu Ling'er forced a smile: "Otherwise what? Let these unjustly deceased souls in the mansion become vengeful ghosts and wreak havoc on the living?"

She looked at Lin Chen, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, then sweeping over Ye Qingcheng and Shen Qingqiu behind him, a glint of something unsettling in her eyes:

"One has a Frosty Yin Body, one has a Herbal Spirit Body... and you, you're as scorching as the sun. No wonder those filthy things are afraid of you."

Lin Chen entered the main hall and looked around: "What happened to the Chu family? Who did it?"

With Shen Qingqiu's help, Chu Ling'er sat down, closed her eyes and took a few breaths before slowly saying, "Half a month ago, my uncle Chu Wenbin brought back a 'feng shui master,' saying that he was a master invited from Longhu Mountain who could help the Chu family reach new heights."

"My grandfather sensed something was wrong at the time; there was a sinister aura about that master."