Chapter 178 The Curse Ends

The curse had ended, and intelligence once again reigned supreme.

The survivors, relieved and fortunate, couldn't help but feel a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment as they recalled the scenes from just now.

It was more awkward and shameful than the "Frugality" and "Understanding Ghosts" trials. Even Xiahou Aotian, with his thick skin, couldn't help but think, "I'd rather go back," and "I wish I could find a hole to crawl into."

Zhang Yuanqing, who had maintained his human consciousness throughout, walked towards Hong Ji Ge while taking out the Mountain God Scepter and tossing it to Guan Ya, urging, "Quick, quick, save people!"

Those who weren't injured quickly adjusted their emotions and rushed towards Tianxia Guihuo, Sun Miaomiao, and Hong Ji Ge to heal their dying teammates.

Fortunately, the curse had passed in time. The three, who had been on the verge of death, regained their original state and pulled back the feet that had stepped into the gates of hell.

Hong Ji Ge was the most severely injured, with a fractured spine and damaged organs. Combined with severe blood loss, even with the return of his spiritual energy, his condition remained terrible.

The Fire Master lay weakly on the ground, his lips and face as pale as paper. His pupils were dilated, his chest heaving violently, and his heart was working in overdrive, trying to provide fresh blood to his oxygen-deprived brain, but this only accelerated the blood loss.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a tube of golden, clear Source of Life and injected it into Hong Ji Ge's jugular vein.

This wasn't diluted Source of Life. Diluted Source of Life couldn't save a dying Saint. This was the original Source of Life that the Xie family was paying for in installments.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped after injecting half a tube, waiting for Guan Ya to bring the Mountain God Scepter.

His own reserves of Source of Life weren't much either. After initially stabilizing Hong Ji Ge's injuries, he would leave the rest to the healing items.

"It hurts so much, it itches so much…" Hong Ji Ge groaned and moaned. The feeling of broken bones regenerating wasn't pleasant; it was quite painful.

His spine rapidly regenerated, the fractured parts connecting, and flesh squirming and growing, but it was still soft before it could be completely repaired.

Guan Ya walked over with flushed cheeks. She had initially stabilized Tianxia Guihuo's injuries.

"Is Hong Ji Ge okay?"

"I'll heal him."

At that moment, Guan Ya's eyes were misty and charming, and her cheeks were flushed as if she were drunk. Zhang Yuanqing, seeing her condition, knew that the side effects of the Mountain God Scepter had taken effect. He immediately took out the Ghost Mirror, grabbed the scepter, handed over the Ghost Mirror, and whispered, "Hold this!"

Although Guan Ya was angry, she still cared for her boyfriend. She hesitated for a moment. "You do it?"

"I have the power of the Sun God protecting me, and I have strong resistance to negative statuses. That's why I was able to maintain my self-awareness just now," Zhang Yuanqing said.

The Qin Dynasty alchemist said he could maintain his human cognition because of his rebellious nature and disbelief in fate, but Zhang Yuanqing knew that character was only part of the reason. More importantly, the Pure Yang Body Tempering Record had forged him into an indestructible body.

He had extremely strong resistance to skills like curses, poison, and mind control.

Only then did Guan Ya take the Ghost Mirror. The surging lust was immediately suppressed, the undercurrent of desire subsided, and her legs weren't as weak anymore…

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the green gem at the top of the Mountain God Scepter against Hong Ji Ge's back. A soft green light lit up, and the flesh that had stopped wriggling grew again, covering the spine.

Hong Ji Ge's injuries were finally mostly repaired, and he could move normally. "Can you stand up?" Zhang Yuanqing reached out his hand.

"I've been to hell and back," Hong Ji Ge cursed as he grabbed his hand, and while getting up, he thanked him, "Thanks to you, otherwise I'd really be done for. Every time I enter an S-rank dungeon, it's like walking a tightrope. I survive entirely on luck."

"Half a tube of Source of Life, remember to pay me back," Zhang Yuanqing pulled him up.

Hong Ji Ge hooked his arm around his shoulder, placing his weight on him, and said generously, "No problem. I have Source of Life too." He flipped his palm and took out a tube of injection from his inventory.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't take it, and said plainly, "Pay me back after we leave the dungeon."

Hong Ji Ge stared at him for a few moments, and with rare solemnity, he revealed, "I didn't misjudge you. You're a righteous person."

After a brief rest, the team members walked to the mechanical weapon, looked it over, and then reached out to touch the machine, reading the information.

"So it also contains the ability of dreams. No wonder it could affect our cognition," Asano Ryo suddenly realized.

The most terrifying thing about dreams and illusions wasn't their destructive power, but the confusion they caused to the spirit and cognition.

"It's a pity we can't take it out of the dungeon, otherwise we'd be rich," Sun Miaomiao said regretfully. Thanks to the Night Wanderer's terrifying recovery ability, her injuries had completely healed.

"Ingenious, ingenious…" Xiahou Aotian caressed the mechanical creation affectionately, his face full of regret.

"It's a pity we can't take it away."

"It won't turn us into pigs again, will it?" Hong Ji Ge kicked the base, still having lingering fears.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "We've already passed this trial. There shouldn't be any danger. It's a pity we didn't get any good rewards."

As he spoke, he picked up the Little Red Riding Hood and put it into his inventory. When he took it out again, the path had returned to normal.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately put the Puppet Swordsman into the hat space.

"The fewer things you gain during the dungeon, the more generous the rewards will be during settlement," Tianxia Guihuo, who had narrowly escaped death, made a rare joke.

"That's called the law of reward conservation." Seeing that his teammates didn't respond, he was taken aback. "Isn't it funny?"

Everyone had just gotten their lives back. Who had the leisure to listen to his cold jokes?

Zhang Yuanqing silently turned around and went to the next level. The others followed silently, leaving Tianxia Guihuo in thought.

And so they continued to trudge through the wide passageway, sometimes downwards, sometimes upwards. The sconce candles flickered, and above them wasn't a stone wall, but a layer of wooden ceiling. Every ten meters, there was a row of vents, and a slight breeze flowed in from the vents.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Hong Ji Ge suddenly rubbed his hands and said, "Why is it suddenly getting cold? Is it just my imagination?"

It wasn't just him who felt cold. Everyone else felt the cold air floating in the air, seeping into their pores.

"It's not your imagination. It's Yin energy," Sun Miaomiao said. "The Yin energy ahead is very heavy, extremely heavy, even heavier than the Yin energy on Corpse Refining Island in Qinfeng Academy."

"Not Corpse Refining Island, Chicken Heart Island," Zhao Chenghuang said.

"I forgot," Sun Miaomiao stuck out her tongue.

"Why are you sticking out your tongue? Disgusting," Zhang Yuanqing, who was leading the way, scoffed.

"You're the one who's disgusting for using叠词 (dié cí, reduplicated words)."

"Huh, why aren't you poking my butt anymore?"

"You…"

Seeing that the two still had the leisure to bicker, Guan Ya and the others suddenly didn't panic. This team had three Star Lords, so they weren't afraid of Yin creatures.

Continuing forward, a cold wind blew in the passageway, the humidity in the air also increased, and the light became brighter and brighter.

After walking for a few more minutes, the group saw the exit. Weak sunlight shone in from the passageway entrance.

Outside the passageway was a valley. Parallel wooden stakes were inserted into the towering black cliffs, and rotting coffins lay horizontally on the wooden stakes. Looking around, there were at least a hundred coffins.

The soil in the valley was dark brown, with not a single blade of grass. The sunlight shining into the valley didn't convey any warmth, and the light was pale and ghastly.

Two steles stood at the entrance of the passageway. One was inscribed with "Frugal Burial" and "Esteem Talent," and the other was inscribed with "Reclaim Our Old Lands."

"We've arrived…"

Zhang Yuanqing stopped, his expression somewhat solemn.

Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang also revealed solemn expressions. In the eyes of the three Star Lords, Yin energy permeated the valley, blocking out the sunlight, and all they could see were vengeful spirits.

There were men, women, old, and young. There were Jin soldiers clad in armor, and there were disciples wearing Mo Sect attire. Some had lost their heads, some had blood streaming from all seven orifices, some had faces full of hatred, and some were wailing in grief.

But when the group arrived in the valley, these vengeful spirits that were floating in the air and wandering on the ground all looked over at them.

Pairs of eerie white eyes stared intently. A normal person would be scared out of their wits at this sight, and even Spirit Realm cultivators would feel a chill in their hearts.

Fortunately, other than the three Star Lords, no one else could see them.

They were still looking at the coffins and steles on the cliff.

As usual, Xiahou Aotian gave everyone a lecture. "Frugal Burial means opposing wasting time and wealth on the dead. Esteem Talent means promoting talent regardless of status."

Xiao Yuan nodded slightly. "Another meaning of Frugal Burial is making use of waste, refining the dead into Yin creatures to guard the checkpoint. Esteem Talent means that even enemies can be 'partners,' driving them to fight for oneself."

Xiahou Aotian was shocked and clapped his hands in praise. "Enterprise-level understanding." After he finished speaking, a strong Yin wind swept through the valley, causing the frail alchemist to shiver.

Sun Miaomiao shouted a warning. "Retreat, everyone retreat! Vengeful spirits are attacking!"

The vengeful spirits surged like a tide, covering the sky and earth. Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang stepped forward, standing side by side with Zhang Yuanqing. Black, viscous energy surged in the eyes of the three Star Lords, and they used their Spirit Devouring skills.

The onrushing army of vengeful spirits paused and became chaotic. The Night Wanderer's suppression of vengeful spirits had taken effect.

"It would be great if I had brought the Soul-Summoning Banner. These could all be my soldiers," Sun Miaomiao said with a hint of regret.

Taking advantage of the vengeful spirits being temporarily suppressed, she raised her hand and grabbed a yellow Daoist robe covered in blood stains and spiritual runes from the void. She blew a breath onto the robe and then threw it high into the air, shouting, "Receive!"

The Daoist robe unfolded in mid-air, creating a vortex of Yin energy. The vengeful spirits screamed and turned into green smoke, being sucked into the Daoist robe with the rhythm of the vortex.

What a powerful item… Zhang Yuanqing was envious. The Daoist robe was clearly a top-grade item, with a level and quality that Sun Miaomiao at level 4 couldn't possibly possess. The only source would be blessings from her sect or elders.

It was good to have a Night Wanderer sect to rely on. Unlike him, he had only been to a few Night Wanderer-exclusive dungeons, and the professional items he had obtained were extremely limited. His inventory was full of enchanting junk from various professions.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the heights of the valley. The minds of the people at the entrance of the passageway buzzed, as if they had been hit on the head with a club. Warm liquid flowed from their nostrils, and their brains spun.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing heard the crisp sound of a bone breaking. He turned his head and saw that Sun Miaomiao's head had been twisted behind her. The flesh on her neck had torn due to insufficient toughness, and large amounts of blood flowed out.

Tears of blood streamed from her eyes, and her expression was frozen on her face. The Daoist robe lost its master's control and fell lightly to the ground.

In Zhang Yuanqing's vision, a vengeful spirit wearing a black robe and disheveled hair had possessed Sun Miaomiao, severely injuring her in the simplest and most efficient way.

"Crack crack crack…" Sun Miaomiao's knees and elbows were twisted into knots one after another, while Zhao Chenghuang and the teammates behind him were still in a state of mental dizziness. No one could save her.

"Miaomiao…" Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed drastically.

"Damn, a Illusionist vengeful spirit!" He cursed, and the blackness in his eyes surged again. He reached out and grabbed Sun Miaomiao's neck, seizing the vengeful spirit inside.

Because he had the protection of the Pure Yang Body Tempering Record, he had suffered the least damage, and the dizziness was very slight. He recovered almost instantly, which allowed him to lend a helping hand.

As soon as he touched the vengeful spirit inside Sun Miaomiao's body, Zhang Yuanqing realized that this was a high-level vengeful spirit at the peak of the Saint level, a whole experience bar higher than him.

Sensing the suppression from a Star Lord of the same level, the vengeful spirit's mental power swelled, and it was about to launch another mental attack.

But the enchanting and beautiful Ichikawa Miyu floated above Zhang Yuanqing's head, and a deep vortex rippled in her pupils.

Dreamland!

The vengeful spirit's resistance in Sun Miaomiao's body became weaker and weaker, gradually entering the dream.

Seizing the opportunity created by Ichikawa Miyu, Zhang Yuanqing condensed a faint golden light in his palm and forcefully pulled it out. The vengeful spirit with disheveled hair and wearing a black robe was pulled out.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light condensed into a weak, slender spear and was thrown at the vengeful spirit.

"Chi chi~" The golden light pierced the vengeful spirit's illusory body, and a large amount of green smoke rose.

"Ichikawa Miyu!" After throwing the spear, Zhang Yuanqing shouted immediately.

Ichikawa Miyu, who was in tune with her master, raised her snow-white neck without hesitation and launched a mental attack on the vengeful spirit. In the next second, the vengeful spirit's scream rang out, and then stopped abruptly.

It howled in pain, clutching its head.

At this time, Zhao Chenghuang recovered from the mental attack. Without saying a word, he grabbed a stack of Spirit Sealing Talismans from his inventory and flicked his wrist, throwing them out.

The Spirit Sealing Talismans shot out and stuck to the vengeful spirit's body, like a red-hot iron hitting a snowman, causing a large amount of black smoke to rise.

Guan Ya darted out from behind the two, soaring up like a dragon and jumping at the vengeful spirit!

The Sword Master's baleful aura possessed a high degree of lethality against vengeful spirits, and her Insight Skill allowed her to vaguely sense the vengeful spirit's location.

Having suffered repeated attacks, the vengeful spirit's aura plummeted, falling from the peak of level six to the early stages of level six. It rushed up, fleeing towards the towering cliff while letting out a piercing scream.

Mental Strike!

The surviving vengeful spirits in the valley flew up with it, merging into the black-robed vengeful spirit like moths to a flame.

It devoured the vengeful spirits to strengthen itself, and once again let out a scream. This time it wasn't a mental strike, but a summons.

More than a hundred coffins lying horizontally on the cliff simultaneously opened their lids. The sight of the coffin lids "bang bang" falling from the heights was like rain, extremely spectacular.

Inside the coffins, rotting and hideous corpses sat up, twisting their heads with a crack, and looking at the team below.

"Good heavens, all Yin corpses, high-quality Yin corpses," Zhang Yuanqing said with a click of his tongue. "They're really rich."

As a Star Lord, he could judge the quality of these Yin corpses based on their aura. Most were Transcendent Realm, but there were also many of Saint quality.

But facing Yin corpses, Night Wanderers didn't have any innate suppression abilities. Corpse-Suppressing Talismans did work, but with such a huge army of Yin corpses, drawing talismans was obviously not a wise move. It would be better to just physically destroy them.

Zhao Chenghuang felt that it was tricky and said in a deep voice, "Get serious. There's a tough fight ahead."

A hundred Yin corpses, plus a level six vengeful spirit in charge, would be a tough fight even for a team as strong as the Death Knell Squad.

"How could I let it run rampant in my domain?" Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and grabbed a baby's head, which appeared in the palm of his hand.

The baby looked extremely cute, with chubby cheeks, skin as white as milk, and long eyelashes intertwined, as if it were sleeping.

If it wasn't just a head, it would be a lovable baby.

"Holy crap!" Hong Ji Ge and Xiahou Aotian exclaimed at the same time, and instinctively covered their lower abdomens.

"You you you… How the hell did you bring that thing?" Hong Ji Ge looked nervous and slowly backed away.

Xiahou Aotian also retreated.

Guan Ya raised her eyebrows, knowing that this was the Xie family's Holy Infant, which could allow young women and men to experience the taste of pregnancy.

"What's wrong?" Asano Ryo asked curiously, surprised to see that the two were suddenly nervous and showing fear.

Hong Ji Ge glanced at her. "You don't have a boyfriend yet, right? You haven't had a baby, right?"

Asano Ryo was both ashamed and angry, thinking that this person had no manners at all and should not offend an eighteen-year-old girl like that.

Hong Ji Ge snorted. "That thing is called a Holy Infant. Its cries will make you pregnant."

Swish!

Asano Ryo, Xiao Yuan, Princess Yinyao, and Tianxia Guihuo retreated one after another.

Sensing the scene behind him, Zhang Yuanqing curled the corners of his mouth. "If you don't want to get pregnant with my child, cover your ears and retreat back to the passageway. Next up is Ghost Birth Time!"

After speaking, he pressed the Holy Infant against his shoulder. Blood vessels and nerves grew out of the Holy Infant's neck, connecting to the flesh and blood of his shoulder.

It gained life from this, and its tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

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