237: Chapter 237 The Soul-Binding Seal: A Deadly Trap?

The group was sent flying by the talismanic light and spat out blood.

Feng Yange was also injured by the shockwave, but she was even more shocked by Jun Chen. What was going on with that talismanic mark on his chest?

"A-Chen!"

Feng Yange wanted to step forward but was held back by Mo Yuan. Feng Yange turned her head to look at Mo Yuan, "What is happening to A-Chen? Where did this talismanic mark come from?"

After they formed their bond, she had looked at Jun Chen's chest, and this mark was definitely not there.

Mo Yuan's expression was grim, as if dead memories were assaulting him. His already pale face now lacked even a trace of color.

"Mistress, they planted a talismanic mark on Jun Chen's chest. Once Jun Chen betrays the Immortal Sect, the mark will imprison him and make Jun Chen wish he were dead."

Mo Yuan was trembling violently with anger, watching Jun Chen scream in pain as the runes on his chest burned like flames.

"System, is there any way to remove the talismanic mark from Jun Chen?" Feng Yange watched Jun Chen's body go limp and hurriedly rushed over to support him, but Yue Lan was a step faster, protecting him with a protective barrier.

Jun Chen had fainted. His forehead was covered in sweat, the rune mark on his chest was still flickering, and his pulse was weak.

[Host, this is the Spirit-Binding Soul-Locking Seal. Just as its name suggests, the Soul is bound and locked within the Physical Body. It is a Restriction; every time it is triggered, the Soul is incinerated, causing bone-eroding and heart-burning pain until the Soul is completely consumed.]

"Is there a solution?" Feng Yange clenched her fists. Such an evil talismanic mark—to think this is what the so-called gods are capable of. Indeed, those who Cultivate are not necessarily kind.

Those born as demons are not necessarily bad seeds; it is these immortals cloaked in kindness who are the most vicious demons.

[Host, your blood can suppress it. This System will go and help you search for a way to break the curse.]

Feng Yange sliced her palm, and her blood dripped onto Jun Chen's talismanic mark. The flickering light on the mark vanished instantly, and Jun Chen's breathing gradually stabilized.

"Mistress, your blood can suppress Jun Chen's talismanic mark?" Long Ze took out a bottle to collect the remaining blood, then took out spirit spring water to clean Feng Yange's wound and bandage it.

Feng Yange nodded, "A-Yuan, keep this blood safe. I hope that neither you nor A-Chen will ever need it again."

Mo Yuan acknowledged and took it, looking at Jun Chen's pale face, "Mistress, do you know how to break this for Jun Chen?"

"The System doesn't have a solution yet. This is the Spirit-Binding Soul-Locking Seal; it is bone-eroding and heart-burning, incinerating the Soul. It is extremely vicious." Feng Yange looked at Mo Yuan, "Do you know when the Talismanic Incantation was cast on him?"

"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen it. The Immortal Clan ordered Jun Chen to kill me, but his strength is on par with mine. Neither of us wanted to slaughter the other, so every time we fought, it ended in mutual injury. He would return to the Immortal Clan and be punished, forced to Cultivate and become stronger. He is not allowed to associate with demons; he must Cultivate and become stronger until he can kill me."

Mo Yuan looked at Jun Chen and gave a cold, desolate laugh, "Jun Chen appears to be a high and mighty Divine Venerable, but in reality, he is just a Puppet bound by their rules and regulations. They want him to become the most powerful Immortal Venerable, and every move he makes must maintain the dignity of the Immortal Clan. For the slightest mistake or dissatisfaction, they punish him."

Feng Yange clenched her fists. This bullshit Immortal Clan really deserves to die!

"They are all sanctimonious hypocrites. A-Chen has suffered." Feng Yange's eyes were filled with heartache, "I will definitely find a way to break this Talismanic Incantation."

"Mistress, I am fine now."

Jun Chen opened his eyes and spoke weakly, forcing a smile that looked even worse than crying. He had heard everything.

"A-Chen, you're awake. Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

Feng Yange asked hurriedly and quickly fed him a Medicinal Pill. Seeing his bloodless face, her heart ached; that Immortal Venerable, who was like an exiled immortal, was actually being tortured like this.

Jun Chen revealed a smile, his tone gentle, "Mistress, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. Thank you for saving me."

"Jun Chen, you must be strong. Mistress is using her blood to save you." Yue Lan spoke up, "Don't think about giving up. Don't make Mistress's efforts worthless."

"I will not give up." Jun Chen's eyes were firm, and his gaze swept lightly over them, "Thank you all for not giving up on me."

"Don't say such things. We are Family. Do you want to go into the space to Cultivate?"

Long Ze wanted to protect Jun Chen, but he didn't know how.

However, Mistress's space was safe. Perhaps it would be better to wait until Jun Chen's strength recovered before coming out.

"No need, I can hold on." Jun Chen recovered and looked around, "Mistress, let's leave this place first."

Feng Yange agreed. They had stayed here a bit too long, and having killed so many Snake Beasts, it would be troublesome if the scent of blood attracted other, more powerful beast clans.

The group had just left the Miasma Forest and hadn't gone far when they ran into a group of Cultivators. They were equally disheveled, coming from the opposite direction. Upon seeing Feng Yange's group, there was a flash of astonishment in their eyes.

"You actually came out of the Miasma Forest?"

Seeing that they didn't respond to him, the lead Cultivator hurriedly explained, "We are also Family Disciples here for training. We just came out from inside. Are you planning to enter the Second Layer Secret Realm?"

"We are Disciples who just entered for training and just broke through the Miasma Forest. Could you please tell us the entrance to the Second Layer Secret Realm?" Feng Yange feigned ignorance as she asked. The Cultivators before them were all at the Spirit Venerable Realm, and there were over a dozen of them, all male—which was quite rare. Judging by their attire, they seemed to belong to one Family.

"When killing Demonic Beasts within the Great Secret Realm, there is a chance to randomly trigger the Opportunity to enter the Second Layer Secret Realm. Once triggered, you can choose to enter the second layer. Every layer has triggers, and the choice is up to you. Of course, you can also choose to leave the Great Secret Realm."

Feng Yange looked at Long Ze and the others, who all shook their heads. They had killed so many Demonic Beasts and had never encountered it once. If not for these people telling them, they wouldn't have known about it.

"The chance to trigger the Secret Realm is not high. Besides killing beast clans, searching for Opportunities can also trigger it. It's all about luck; that is why the Great Secret Realm is so time-consuming."

"Thank you for telling us. This Medicinal Pill is for you. If you smash it on the ground after leaving the Miasma Forest, it can disperse the miasma and ensure you leave safely."

Feng Yange only gave them one, considering it payment for the information.

"Many thanks, Miss."

They accepted it, cupped their hands in thanks, and left.

"These human Cultivators are so normal, I'm not used to it." Mo Yuan stared at their departing backs. There was no pillaging, no scheming or framing, and they even proactively told them about the Secret Realm.

"This shows that the management of the Beiyuan Dynasty is quite good." Feng Yange liked the Beiyuan Dynasty more and more. Whether it was the Empress, Su Ruo, or the Cultivators here, their character was quite decent.

"Mistress, why didn't I trigger it after killing so many Demonic Beasts?" Long Ze fell into deep thought, "Is my luck that bad?"

Mo Yuan and Yue Lan looked at Feng Yange in unison, "Mistress, how about we ask Father Heavenly Dao?"

The group looked up at the sky in unison. Jun Chen clutched his chest, his eyes dim, "Mistress, it might be related to me."