Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Yuuto looked panicked upon seeing this scene and ignored them completely, rushing straight into the house.

In the living room, Qiong was curled up on the sofa.

She was wearing a light blue nightgown, holding a rabbit doll in her arms, slumped on the cushions, her eyes closed, her face frighteningly pale.

The three precious beads hung around her neck, all three intact and emitting a faint golden light, creating a thin layer of light that enveloped the sky.

Outside the light barrier, two level-three cursed spirits were lying on the sofa, frantically tearing at the barrier.

Seeing that Sora was unharmed under the protection of the Three Treasure Beads, Yuuto finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his gaze turned cold as he looked at the cursed spirit.

Shadow Strike was drawn from its sheath, the jet-black blade crackling with lightning.

The first level-three cursed spirit had barely turned its head when the blade pierced its skull.

With lightning at full power, the cursed spirit instantly disintegrated.

The second one tried to escape, but Yuuto swung his sword from behind and cut it in two.

[System Notification: Defeat 2 Level 3 Cursed Spirits, gain 40 points]

A sharp shriek came from outside. The remaining cursed spirit, which was still entangled by Ruhua, sensed the death of its companion and tried to escape.

Yu Ren turned and went out, his steps unwavering, and threw Ying Da out of his hand.

The blade transformed into a streak of black light, piercing through the cursed spirit's body and pinning it to the courtyard wall.

Yuuto walked over, drew his sword, shook off the grime, and turned back into the house.

He squatted down in front of the sofa and reached out to check Qiong's breathing.

Her breathing was very steady; she must have just fainted.

The curse power emanated from her body, but the protective shield formed by the three precious beads kept most of the curse power fluctuations inside.

Awakening Technique.

Yuuto understood instantly.

The energy required for awakening was too great, and Qiong's body was weak due to staying at home for a long time. She couldn't withstand the process of awakening and fell into a coma.

Then the cursed power leaked out uncontrollably, attracting all the cursed spirits around like a lighthouse.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to prepare everything in advance; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Yuuto picked up Sora; her body was frighteningly hot, and the cursed power beneath her skin was surging wildly.

He hurried upstairs, entered her bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, and then pulled the blanket over her.

After a while, the cursed power was still surging within her body, but its intensity was weaker than before. She must have survived the most dangerous moment.

Yuuto stared at Sora's face. That usually lazy face was now bloodless, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare.

He held her hand tightly.

“Brother is here.”

Yuuto sat there, holding Sora's hand, watching the rise and fall of her chest gradually become steady.

After a long time, Qiong's brows relaxed a little.

Seeing this, Yu Ren breathed a sigh of relief and moved a stool from the side to sit on the edge of the bed.

I won't sleep tonight; I have to keep an eye on Qiong in case anything unexpected happens.

When sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, Youren was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

He didn't sleep all night, just held Qiong's hand and watched her face slowly regain color from its paleness.

Qiong's brow twitched slightly.

Youren sat up straight.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her dark red eyes slowly opened. Her pupils were still somewhat unfocused. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before slowly turning to the bedside.

"……elder brother?"

The voice was very soft, with a hoarse quality from just waking up.

Yuuto breathed a sigh of relief: "Awake?"

Qiong blinked, trying to sit up, but her body was too weak to move. Youren reached out and helped her lean against the headboard.

Qiong looked down at her hands, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Brother, I think I can see strange things."

"what?"

“Threads.” Qiong frowned. “Very fine threads, they’re everywhere. Some are bright, some are dark.”

A thought struck Youren: "What color is it?"

Qiong thought for a moment: "Most of them are gray..."

She looked up at Yuuto, her eyes filled with confusion that she herself hadn't figured out.

Yuuto recalled a basic fact of the world of spellcasting—the spell formula is engraved in the spellcaster's brain from birth, and the name of the spell formula will automatically appear in consciousness when awakened.

"What is the name of the spell you have awakened?" he asked.

Qiong shook her head slightly to clear her mind: "Emptiness Technique".

"Any other feelings?"

Qiong thought for a moment and said, "When I woke up just now, I felt something trying to come out, but it couldn't. It was like those threads were trying to get into my hands."

Yuto nodded.

The awakening was successful, but Qiong herself had no idea what the spell was.

He had seen this situation before when he was researching.

Some people need a period of time to fully master the techniques after awakening, especially complex ones, and the feeling at the time of awakening is often hard to describe.

Chapter 22 Demonstration of Abilities (Please read on!)

“Let’s go.” Yuuto stood up.

Qiong paused for a moment: "Where to?"

"In the courtyard." Youren reached out and pulled her up from the bed. "Try your technique."

In the courtyard, the morning light filters through the leaves.

Qiong stood on the grass in her nightgown, barefoot, looking completely bewildered.

Yu Ren walked to a spot five meters away from her: "Now, try to do something to me using the feeling you just described."

Qiong's eyes widened: "To you? No way."

Yu Ren laughed: "Don't worry, your brother has the Golden Light Spell, he can't hurt me."

Qiong pursed her lips, still hesitant.

Seeing her conflicted expression, Yuuto changed his approach: "Don't you want to know what you've awakened?"

Qiong lowered her head and looked at her hands.

After a few seconds, she looked up and said, "Then you have to be careful, brother."

Youren nodded and activated the Golden Light Mantra. A faint golden light appeared on his body.

Qiong took a deep breath and stared at Youren.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Nothing happened.

Qiong said, a little aggrieved, "No, there's no response."

Yuuto walked over: "How did you feel just now?"

"It's like... you know there's something, but you don't know how to use it."

Yuuto thought for a moment, then pointed to the bag of strawberry milk in the corner of the yard: "Try pulling it over. Don't think too much, just think 'I want that.'"

Qiong nodded, stared at the bag of milk, and reached out her hand.

Nothing happened.

She tried again.

Still no response.

Qiong pouted, looking a little dejected.

Yu Ren squatted down, looking her in the eye: "Don't rush. You just said you could see the line, right?"

Qiong nodded.

"Now take a look, what's that bag of milk connected to?"

Qiong squinted and looked at it carefully: "It's connected to me by a very thin strand. It's also connected to my brother, but it's even fainter."

Yu Ren's eyes lit up: "Then you try it, grab the one connected to me and pull it toward yourself."

Qiong paused for a moment, then closed her eyes.

This time, Yuuto sensed it.

A very light tug, like someone gently pulling on the hem of his clothes with their fingers. The force was too weak; the Golden Light Spell didn't even trigger.

Qiong opened her eyes, looked down at her empty palm, and was a little confused: "I didn't pull it over..."

Yuuto laughed: "No, you did pull it. But what you pulled wasn't milk, it was me."

Qiong blinked, not understanding.

Yu Ren explained, "The string you just pulled was between you and me. When you pulled it, I felt a tug."

Qiong looked down at her hands, her eyes slowly brightening: "So... I succeeded?"

“Success.” Yuuto stood up. “Let’s try again. This time, try pulling the thread between you and the milk.”

Encouraged, Qiong stared at the bag of milk again.