47: Chapter 47 Blood Curse Backlash

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past half month, aside from planting spirit rice in the spirit fields, Qin Changsheng spent the rest of his time cultivating.

[Name: Qin Changsheng]

[Lifespan: 23/+∞]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level Five (1860/5000)]

[Cultivation Technique: Qi Gathering Art (Perfection)]

[Spell: Fireball Technique (Major Achievement 51/5000)]

[Smoke Shadow Evasive Footwork: Perfection]

[Fireball Talisman Crafting: 781/3000 Major Achievement]

[Spiritual Root: High Grade Five-Element Spiritual Root]

[Entries: Cultivation, Storage Space, External Incarnation, Immortality, Substitute Death]

[Status: None]

Over the past half month, besides the increase in his Cultivation, what made Qin Changsheng happiest was the disappearance of the curse.

This curse had followed Qin Changsheng for nearly a month and a half.

Just yesterday, the curse status had completely vanished.

After a session of Cultivation, Qin Changsheng prepared to head toward the spirit fields.

However, just as he arrived at Jin Fu's doorstep, he suddenly heard a clattering sound.

"Hmm?" Qin Changsheng glanced at Jin Fu's house and walked toward it.

Before long, Qin Changsheng arrived in front of Jin Fu's wooden hut.

The door of the wooden hut was currently slightly ajar, and a faint coughing sound came from inside.

The light inside the wooden hut was dim, and the furnishings were simple. Jin Fu lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, his face as pale as paper and devoid of any color.

But what shocked Qin Changsheng the most was not Jin Fu's pale complexion, but his appearance.

Having not seen him for just a single day, Jin Fu seemed to have aged decades in an instant; his originally pitch-black hair had already turned snow-white.

His face was covered in deep wrinkles and ravines, his skin shriveled and sagging, having lost all its luster. Even the backs of his hands were covered in age spots. He looked like an old man on the brink of death, bearing no resemblance to his former self.

Looking at Jin Fu's condition, a thought instantly flashed through Qin Changsheng's mind.

This was clearly a sign of the Blood Demon Blood Curse backlashing.

Qin Changsheng had originally thought it would be difficult to find the person who had cast the curse on him.

But unexpectedly, it was Jin Fu, who lived not far from him.

At this moment, Qin Changsheng also understood why Jin Fu had suddenly come to Servant Peak.

He likely feared encountering the powerful experts of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the Outer Sect and being recognized by them.

On Servant Peak, there were no such concerns.

However, the only thing that set Qin Changsheng's mind at ease was that he and Jin Fu were not particularly well-acquainted.

Aside from that one time he borrowed the Talisman Brush, they hadn't had much interaction.

"Senior Brother Jin, do you want me to go find a physician for you?" Qin Changsheng asked.

"Don't go..." Jin Fu shook his head with difficulty, his lips twitching slightly as he spoke with all his strength:

"It's useless... I know my own condition... While cultivating yesterday, I accidentally suffered Qi Deviation. My Lifespan is already exhausted; there's no way to turn things around."

Jin Fu's gaze slowly turned toward Qin Changsheng: "Changsheng... I beg of you one thing, help me... help me call Manager Ma... I have something to say to him."

However, upon hearing the name "Manager Ma Yingjie," Qin Changsheng understood everything.

He knew better than anyone that Jin Fu was definitely a member of the Blood Demon Sect.

After all, only those from the Blood Demon Sect could cast the Blood Demon Blood Curse.

Now that his Lifespan was exhausted and he was on his deathbed, he didn't seek anyone else but insisted on seeing Manager Ma Yingjie; this was truly too unusual.

Could it be... that Manager Ma Yingjie was also a member of the Blood Demon Sect?

This Manager Ma Yingjie was a Disciple of Elder Qingxuan.

Could Elder Qingxuan also be related to the Blood Demon Sect?

"Wait here." Qin Changsheng immediately had a plan in mind.

That was to have his Incarnation, Hu Nan, go to Jin Fu's Chore Residence first to see if there were any important clues.

At the same time, he did not intend to call Manager Ma Yingjie.

After all, he didn't want to have any involvement with people from the Blood Demon Sect.

Thinking of this, Qin Changsheng immediately contacted Hu Nan, telling him to go to Jin Fu's house and simultaneously clean up any traces of Qin Changsheng having entered.

After doing all this, Qin Changsheng then headed toward the spirit fields.

Not long after, Hu Nan had silently arrived outside Jin Fu's wooden hut.

He first cleared the aura of Qin Changsheng's presence, then gently pushed the door open, slipped into the wooden hut, and closed the door behind him.

Hu Nan walked quickly to the bedside, his gaze falling on Jin Fu lying on the bed.

At this moment, Jin Fu's eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing had already completely ceased.

In Jin Fu's hand was a Voice Recording Talisman, clearly intended for Manager Ma Yingjie.

Hu Nan calmly put the Voice Recording Talisman into the Storage Space.

Hu Nan began to search Jin Fu's home carefully.

Jin Fu's wooden hut was extremely simply furnished: a wooden plank bed, a worn-out wooden table, a chair, and besides those, only a small wooden box placed under the bed, which seemed to be for storing clothes and sundries.

The wooden box was not locked and opened with a gentle lift.

Inside the wooden box were some Materials for drawing talismans and dozens of pieces of Spirit Sand.

Aside from those, there was only a black Storage Pouch pressed at the very bottom.

Hu Nan's heart stirred. He reached out, took out the Storage Pouch, and gently opened it.

Inside the Storage Pouch were four items: a pitch-black token, an ancient book with a yellowed cover emitting a faint scent of blood, a special straw man, and over thirty Spirit Stones.

Hu Nan did not inspect these items but instead put them into the Storage Space and quickly left the place.

Meanwhile, Qin Changsheng, who was working in the spirit fields, also went to a hidden location to examine these items.

The pitch-black token was cold to the touch and made of a special material. Its surface was carved with a hideous blood-red skull, and on the back, three ancient and eerie blood-colored characters were carved: Blood Demon Sect.

"Blood Demon Sect?" A flash of surprise passed through Qin Changsheng's eyes.

He had seen relevant records in ancient books in the Scripture Pavilion; the Blood Demon Sect was a hidden evil Cultivation Sect. Within the Sect, Disciples all cultivated evil arts, were bloodthirsty by nature, and used cruel methods. Many years ago, they were suppressed by a coalition of various Righteous Path Sects and were nearly annihilated.

Afterward, Qin Changsheng picked up the yellowed ancient book; there was no writing on its cover.

He gently flipped to the first page, and a line of blood-colored writing met his eyes—"Blood Demon Scripture."

Qin Changsheng quickly flipped through a few pages. What was recorded in the book were all sinister Cultivation methods and some eerie incantations; however, these incantations required a large amount of Cultivators' blood.

After putting the Blood Demon Scripture into his space, Qin Changsheng looked at the straw man.

The straw man was bundled together from dried straw, its form simple, wearing miniature coarse cloth clothes. Most conspicuously, on its head, five large characters—"The Person Who Stole Spirit Rice"—were stuck on with bright red Cinnabar. The handwriting was scrawled yet forceful, exuding an eerie resentment.

Finally, Qin Changsheng turned his gaze toward the Sound Transmission Talisman.

As Spiritual Qi was injected, the Voice Recording Talisman slowly hovered in mid-air, and a faint yet hoarse voice slowly drifted out.

"Young Lord... your subordinate has found the whereabouts of the Secret Treasure. The Secret Treasure is within Qingyun Lake. Your subordinate has suffered the backlash of the Blood Demon Blood Curse..." The voice gradually faded, and the Voice Recording Talisman subsequently lost its luster, turning into a wisp of ash that scattered in the air.

Great waves of shock surged in Qin Changsheng's heart.

Young Lord? Secret Treasure? Qingyun Lake?

Just what exactly was the Secret Treasure within Qingyun Lake?

Could the Young Lord Jin Fu spoke of be Manager Ma Yingjie?