Chapter 237: The Six-Soul Terror Curse (Please Subscribe and Vote)

After Wei Zhuang recognized the true identity of the Grand Master, he found the Grand Master’s transformation before and after quite understandable. Given Prince Dan’s hatred for Ying Zheng, it was hardly impossible for him to spare them and let them deal with Ying Zheng in the future.

“Hmph! I hope you won’t regret the decision you’ve made today! Let’s go!”

Wei Zhuang gave the Grand Master a deep look, then swept his sleeve and led the members of Quicksand away from the Mechanism City.

“Little Seventeen, until next time.”

Chi Lian cast Xiao Xie a flirtatious glance before turning and following Wei Zhuang away.

Xiao Xie watched Wei Zhuang and the others disappear into the distance, then looked back at the Grand Master. He could not help sighing inwardly. The Grand Master was truly a remarkable talent—just a few words had been enough to bluff Wei Zhuang into backing down. Otherwise, the destruction of the Mohist School would have been inevitable today. After all, Xiao Xie had said that he would not interfere in the conflict between Wei Zhuang’s people and the Mohists, and he certainly would not go back on his word.

“They’re long gone. You don’t need to keep pretending anymore,” Xiao Xie suddenly said.

“Young Master, what are you talking about?” Murong Huang asked in confusion when she heard him.

The others also looked at Xiao Xie with puzzled expressions.

“Pfft…”

The instant Xiao Xie finished speaking, the Grand Master suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body swayed before he collapsed to the ground.

“Grand Master, what happened to you?”

“Grand Master!”

…

When the Mohists saw the Grand Master fall, they all rushed over in alarm.

“Miss Rong, what’s wrong with the Grand Master? Has he been poisoned?” Big Hammer asked Duanmu Rong anxiously.

After taking the Grand Master’s pulse, Duanmu Rong glanced at the worried Mohists and shook her head.

“He hasn’t been poisoned. It seems he has been afflicted by some kind of curse seal. First, carry him back to his room. Big Hammer, go and ask Master Xiaoyao to come here.”

“Understood! I’ll go at once!”

Big Hammer nodded and hurried off to find Xiaoyao. As the leader of the Daoist School, Xiaoyao should have some knowledge of such curse seals.

The other Mohists quickly carried the Grand Master back to his room.

“Brother Xiao, did you already know that the Grand Master had been poisoned?” Tianming asked uncertainly, recalling how Xiao Xie had stopped him earlier.

“Mm.” Xiao Xie nodded. “Let’s go over and take a look as well.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

…

After examining the Grand Master, Xiaoyao, dressed in a Daoist robe, spoke to the man once he regained consciousness.

“This is the Yin-Yang School’s forbidden curse technique.”

“A curse seal?!”

Everyone was shocked.

“The Yin-Yang School has nothing to do with the Mohist School. How could the Grand Master have been afflicted by one of their forbidden techniques?” Big Hammer asked, unable to understand how the Grand Master had suddenly fallen victim to a Yin-Yang curse.

“It seems I was careless after all.” After hearing Xiaoyao’s words, the Grand Master thought carefully and immediately realized where the problem lay. When he and the other heroes of the Hundred Schools had been hurrying toward the Mechanism City, they had encountered a Mohist disciple who was actually the Grand Minister of Fate in disguise. He had helped her up at the time. It seemed that was when the curse seal had been placed upon him.

“This is no ordinary matter. The curse you have received is the Six-Soul Terror Curse,” Xiaoyao said solemnly.

“Is that so?”

The Grand Master’s eyes dimmed at the words. His wife was Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School, Yan Fei, so he knew all too well how terrifying the Six-Soul Terror Curse could be.

“Master Xiaoyao, are you certain there hasn’t been some mistake?” Old Class Head asked, unable to believe it.

“The Six-Soul Terror Curse is one of the Eight Curses of the Yin Meridian, among the forbidden arts of the Yin-Yang School. The curse itself causes intense stimulation and is accompanied by a catalyst that strengthens the power of the seal. If cast directly, it is relatively easy to detect and defend against. Moreover, direct contact must be maintained for a certain period of time before the curse can take effect. With the Grand Master’s martial prowess, even if he were caught completely off guard and attacked at close range, it would still be difficult to injure him.”

Xiaoyao paused before continuing, “But this time, their objective was not assassination. They intended to cast a curse. The Grand Minister of Fate took advantage of the Grand Master’s concern for the Mechanism City and the Mohist disciples, allowing her to cross his defenses without him realizing it.”

“What?!”

“The curse seal lies dormant within the body and does not take effect immediately. It causes harm only when the vital energy within the body begins to circulate. The Eight Curses of the Yin Meridian are excessively sinister and evil. A hundred years ago, the Yin-Yang School had already forbidden its disciples from practicing them. I never imagined that, a century later, they would reappear in the world.”

“Master Xiaoyao, how can the Grand Master’s injury be treated?” Big Hammer asked anxiously.

Xiaoyao sighed and shook his head.

“How can that be?!”

“Master Xiaoyao!” Big Hammer was about to say something more, but the Grand Master interrupted him with a shake of his head.

“I have heard of the power of these forbidden Yin-Yang arts. Once someone is struck by the Six-Soul Curse Seal, there is no cure in this world.”

“Ah!”

“What? There’s no cure? Grand Master, does that mean… you’re going to die?”

Tianming was deeply saddened. He already knew that the Grand Master was Yue’er’s biological father, yet she had not even had the chance to see him again before he was about to die. If Yue’er learned of this, she would surely be heartbroken.

“Brother Xiao, can you save the Grand Master? You’re so powerful—you must be able to save him!”

Tianming suddenly turned to Xiao Xie.

When the Mohists heard his words, they too looked toward Xiao Xie expectantly. Facing their hopeful gazes, Xiao Xie shook his head.

“I don’t know much about the Yin-Yang School’s arts either. Perhaps a way to dispel the Six-Soul Terror Curse will be found in the future, but unfortunately, I’m afraid the Grand Master will not survive until then.”

If Xiao Xie’s abilities had not been sealed, the Six-Soul Terror Curse would naturally have posed no difficulty for him. But with his powers sealed, his knowledge of Yin-Yang arts was limited to the Lesser Minister of Fate’s Myriad Leaves Flying Flower Flow. It was useful enough in battle, but not for dispelling the Six-Soul Terror Curse.

After Xiao Xie finished speaking, the Mohists’ faces turned deathly pale. Though they had guessed that this would be the result, they had still clung to a faint hope.

“Everyone must die eventually. I have no regrets,” the Grand Master said, trying to comfort them.

“Our lives were all saved by the Grand Master, yet now that you’re in danger, we can do nothing!” Big Hammer cried out in self-reproach.

“To serve as your Grand Master and fight alongside all of you has been my honor.”

“Grand Master!”

The Mohists were deeply moved by his words.

“We are all people who have already died once. To be reunited here means that this place is our paradise. Unfortunately, there are still many people beneath these heavens who cannot enjoy such happiness. Mm…”

The Grand Master spoke with solemn sincerity, but the pain caused by the activation of the curse seal was unbearable, and his voice trembled.