C2 Blood Spirit Curse

"Am I cursed?"

It had already been half a month since Zhou Qing had regained control of his body. He sat cross-legged by the stream behind the thatched cottage, staring at his reflection in the water. He found it hard to believe. Was this really him?

Regardless of his height, appearance, or temperament, he had undergone earth-shattering changes. It was as if he had become a completely different person.

The most unbelievable thing was that there was a blood pattern on his forehead that was ten times smaller than the grain of rice. It was impossible to see it from the outside, but as long as he focused his mind and thought about it, the figure of an evil spirit would appear in his mind and shout, "I am the god corpse ancestor, I want revenge, I want revenge …" His voice was shrill and miserable.

"Don't not know what's good for you!" Song Fugui was very dissatisfied, if not for his granddaughter, he would not have used up most of his Fa Li to save Zhou Qing, and he would have been refined into an obedient Corpse King.

Three days after he had cast the spell, Zhou Qing had already recovered his consciousness. He was already very familiar with Song Fugui and Song Zixuan, especially after Song Zixuan had meticulously taken care of him these past few days, causing him to feel grateful from the bottom of his heart.

He never thought that the grandfather-grandson pair that he casually saved all those years ago were both Demonic Corpses, and they even saved him when his life was at its most critical moment. This was truly a cycle of the Heavenly Dao, repayment for karma.

"The Ancestor was so powerful that even the Mysterious Sky Sect didn't put him in his eyes. In the hundreds of immortal sects, including the four great clans, which one of them dared to offend the Ancestor?" After two hundred years, his Inherited Spirit Bone is still a treasure that countless people on the Profound Heaven Continent would want. For nothing, I'll let you have it. Song Fugui glared at him in dissatisfaction, but he still had something he hadn't said. If it wasn't for the Blood Spirit Curse from the inheritance of the Divine Corpse Ancestor, do you think I wouldn't have used it after all these years?

The Blood Spirit Curse was an evil secret technique that could only be performed by a person in the Mortal Realm. It could condense one's inheritance onto an object, and use the price of one's soul not being able to reincarnate to carry out the curse. Whoever obtains the inheritance had to fulfill their wish within a set time limit, otherwise, the person cursed would bleed from their seven orifices, and their heart meridian would be severed and they would die.

Zhou Qing had heard the story of the Divine Corpse Forefather countless times since he was young. He was the strongest Demonic cultivator two hundred years ago, and was originally an Immortal Sect disciple, but in one trial in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, he had his spirit bones dug up by the demons and his cultivation crippled. He should have died, but for some reason, his spirit bones were reborn, and he even created a Corpse Refining Faction.

Think about it, if someone close to you was controlled by such an evil spell and suddenly stabbed you in the back, how terrifying would that be?

In less than twenty years, the Ancestor God Corpse had become invincible. In the end, under the summons of the Profound Heaven Sect, he gathered tens of thousands of elite disciples from the hundreds of immortal sects and set up a tight encirclement to kill him.

The most shocking thing was that even though the god corpse ancestor had died long ago, the corpse ghosts he had refined were still killed. It was as if they were contagious. After two hundred years, who knew how many lives had been tragically killed by the corpse ghost.

Zhou Qing had been told since he was young that the Forefather God Corpse was the world's number one evil demon. In a thousand years or ten thousand years, his every action would be despised by his descendants.

However, no one would have thought that today, he would inherit his Inherited Spirit Bone, and furthermore, he used the Blood Spirit Curse two hundred years ago.

Song Fugui saw that Zhou Qing was silent, and could not help but mock her, "Don't think that you are some disciple of an immortal sect. The Blood Spirit Curse has long changed your appearance, and your ninth grade Heavenly Spirit Bone has already been destroyed, so even if you have inherited the ancestor's inheritance, it is still unknown whether you can successfully open your spirit again. Also, don't think that you are a good person.

"Grandfather!" Song Zixuan, who had been listening at the side for a long time, opened her mouth anxiously and glared fiercely at Song Fugui. She turned to look at Zhou Qing and gently said: "I believe Big Brother Zhou Qing!"

Zhou Qing stared at Song Zixuan, his heart slightly moved. Adept Great Sun had made an announcement to the world, making him infamous for his crimes, but this girl didn't even bother to explain herself. This was a sign of trust from the bottom of her heart.

Song Zixuan let out a sigh of relief, revealing a sweet smile. She understood in her heart that after such a drastic change, Big Brother Zhou Qing was now much better off than when she first woke up.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that mages who can save ordinary people are good people?" Song Zixuan blinked her eyes as she smiled, revealing her cute little canines.

Song Fugui's eyes widened. It was because Zhou Weiqing had saved his life that he had been able to sigh with emotion. Who could have predicted what would happen to him after that?

Sigh, wrong, wrong! From the start, they should have recklessly refined Zhou Qing into a Corpse King, the pain was worse than the pain, but now, if Zi Xuan knew that Zhou Qing only had one year left to live, then that would be a huge blow!

Unless he reached the Spirit Realm within a year... But, in the end, all of this was too vague! Taking a step back, even if Zhou Qing could do it, if he could live past this year, what of the Blood Spirit Curse? Song Fugui's emotions were complicated.

"Grandfather, Big Brother Zhou Qing's injuries have just healed. Let him calm down." Now that Zhou Qing's mood had just calmed down a little, Song Zixuan was afraid that Song Fugui would say something that would provoke him. Without saying anything further, she pulled Song Fugui back into the thatched cottage.

"Little Zhou, this old man believes in you, what's the use of this little girl believing in you?" If you want everyone in the world to trust you, you can only rely on your strength! " Song Fugui was worried, he was the one who saved him, he couldn't just watch him die, so he could not help but shout out.

Zhou Qing looked at the grandfather-grandson pair's background and felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He understood that Song Fugui was afraid that he would experience such an unexpected turn of events and his mentality would collapse. He wanted to motivate him.

The spirit bone has been destroyed... Zhou Qing sneered in his heart. His ninth grade heaven spirit bone had not been destroyed at all, but had instead been dug away alive!

Spirit bones were divided into three ranks, nine ranks. The first, second, and third ranks were for mortal bones, the fourth, fifth, and sixth ranks were for earthly bones, and the seventh, eighth, and ninth ranks were for heavenly bones.

The higher the quality of the spirit bone, the higher the cultivation speed and the stronger the purity of the mana.

Most of the elite disciples from the immortal sects had Heavenly Bones at the very least.

Although all of them were Heavenly Bones, most of them were at the seventh grade, eighth grade, very rarely seen in ten years, and ninth grade was even rarer in a hundred years. Although all of them were Heavenly Bones, most of them were at the seventh grade, and eighth grade was rarely seen in ten years, and ninth grade was even rarer in a hundred years.

That piece of ninth grade sky spirit bone of mine should have been snatched by the great sun!

Thinking back to that day when he had been digging up the bone, Zhou Qing shuddered violently. That was the most painful and despairing memory of his entire life.

Who would have thought that the always modest, polite, and gentle Zhou family's future successor as a Great Elder, the eldest son of the Zhou family, Zhou Xuanlang, would do such a thing? Who would have thought that the sect head of the Mysterious Sky Sect, Taoist Master Da Ri, who was renowned throughout the world for his benevolence and righteousness, would actually be a hypocrite?

"Senior brother Zhou, I have already become a direct disciple of the Red Dust Sect. I will definitely catch up to you in the future …" Zhou Qing heard a laughter that sounded like white bells ringing in his ears.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the kind-hearted young lady who treated him as her life goal, when Zhou Qing saw her for the last time, was covered in red, bruises all over her body. Her arms were severed from her shoulders, her legs were stained with blood, and her unclosed eyes were empty with despair.

A vicious feeling rose in Zhou Qing's mind, as if he had resonated with the blood spirit's curse. The voice of the curse spirit roared in his mind like a thunderclap, exploding in Zhou Qing's mind, causing him to pale even more.

"Ten years! Destroying the Profound Heaven Sect in ten years! This god corpse really thinks highly of me!" However, even without this curse, I will definitely destroy the Profound Sky Sect, Great Sun, and Zhou Xuelang. Even if I have to face tens of thousands of obstacles and experience hundreds of disasters, I will definitely take revenge on Bai Su. "

When Zhou Qing said these words, his mind suddenly relaxed, and the spirit bone between his eyebrows seemed to have become much rounder, no longer hesitating. He focused on observing the curse between his eyebrows, and although the blood curse was still there, it no longer transmitted the disturbing, hair-raising illusions.

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment and then immediately understood. It should have been a coincidence that he had come across it and come to an agreement with the Divine Corpse Ancestor.

In the Profound Heaven Continent, if one wanted to become a cultivator, they must have a spirit bone as a medium in order to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into their own mana. This process was called awakening one's spirit.

Currently, Zhou Qing had been transplanted with the Spirit Bone of the Divine Corpse Ancestor. However, no one knew what the quality of the Spirit Bone was. Moreover, it didn't belong to Zhou Qing. It would be extremely difficult to cultivate it.

Zhou Qing calmed himself down. In the darkness, he could feel that the spirit bone in front of his forehead was as black as ink, like a piece of black stone. He circulated his cultivation technique, attempting to communicate with the spirit bone.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding spiritual energy within a few dozen meters of Zhou Qing seemed to have gone mad, pouring into his body and even letting out a low buzzing sound.

In just a split-second, Zhou Qing felt as if his spirit bone had been opened, breaking through that barrier and becoming incomparably close to heaven and earth. It was truly wonderful.

"This …" After experiencing so much difficulty, Zhou Qing couldn't help but be shocked. The rate at which he absorbed Spiritual Qi was already far faster than that of a Grade 9 Heavenly Spirit Bone, and the process to open the Spiritual Energy was also far faster than he could imagine. When he had a Grade 9 Heavenly Spirit Bone, it took him three full days of preparation.

Zhou Qing was excited. He seized this rare opportunity to continue cultivating, and countless amounts of Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth poured into the Spirit Bone on his forehead. His pale face suddenly flushed red, and the veins on his forehead began to show.

Even so, he did not stop. He had a sense of obsession in his heart.

However, in the next moment, Zhou Qing discovered that something was wrong. The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth that he had absorbed after opening his spirit was not infused into his body through the Spiritual Bone Transformation. Instead, it dispersed into the world.

Zhou Qing's face paled. He knew better than anyone that his three dantians had been destroyed. With his physical strength, even if he exhausted all of his essence energy, he would still only have one year to live.

Even the top grade nine spirit bone had taken three years to cultivate from the Spirit Opening Realm to the Soul Condensation Realm, another four years to cultivate from the Spirit Condensation Realm to the Spirit Condensation Realm.

However, the speed at which this strange Black Spirit Bone was absorbing spiritual energy allowed it to see a glimmer of hope. However, it only lasted for a short moment, and that hope was shattered once again, bringing him back to reality!

His inability to cultivate meant that he would never be able to take revenge and would always be infamous for his curses. Even if he could live an extra year, this one year would be hopeless, and he would live every day in humiliation, pain, and despair.

Zhou Qing's eyes were bloodshot as he curled his fingers into a claw and viciously clawed at the spirit bone above his head.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar old voice cried out in alarm as it exploded within Zhou Qing's mind.

"Who is it?" Zhou Qing seemed to have thought of something and blurted out in disbelief, "You are the god corpse ancestor?"