The Curse

"What?"

"They've rioted again?"

"Can't this damn bunch quiet down for a moment?"

Inside Yu Yuan Palace, the Palace Master, Luo Yanjun, was furiously commanding his subordinates to suppress the Myriad Races.

This scene was just witnessed by Lu Chuan and the other person who had just entered.

Immediately, Lu Zhao stepped forward, his expression grim, and asked, "The Myriad Races have rioted again?"

"That's correct."

Luo Yanjun nodded with a dark expression, then turned to Lu Chuan. "You must be Junior Disciple Lu."

"I'm a bit busy right now, so you'll have to wait a little longer for the God Summoning Art matter."

"Senior Disciple Brother, you focus on your tasks. I'm not in a hurry," Lu Chuan quickly said.

Seeing this, Lu Zhao on the side offered, "Since we're here, Senior Disciple Brother, why don't we help you suppress the Myriad Races as well?"

"It can also serve as a way to hone our practical combat skills."

Luo Yanjun was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Then I'll trouble both Junior Disciples."

Immediately, led by Luo Yanjun, Lu Chuan and the other headed deeper into Yu Yuan Palace, arriving at the place where the Myriad Races were imprisoned.

Yu Yuan Palace didn't seem large, only about a few thousand square meters.

But in reality, it contained a universe within.

The area solely for imprisoning the Myriad Races was, by rough estimation, as vast as a city.

Across the immense expanse, there were prisons emitting fierce auras.

These prisons were all forged from Seventh-Rank metal ore, making them exceptionally sturdy. Martial Artists below the Seventh-Rank found it difficult to break through them.

Inside the prisons, the Myriad Races, in various shapes and forms, were struggling.

By this point, many of the prisons had already been broken, and various Myriad Races were roaming the containment area, trying every means to break out of Yu Yuan Palace.

"These damn beasts!"

Furious, Luo Yanjun attacked with a palm strike, heavily injuring a Eighth-Rank Horned Demon. He then picked it up as if it were trash and tossed it back into a prison.

Looking at the broken prisons, Lu Chuan asked in confusion, "Senior Brother Lu, since this place is so important, why weren't sturdier materials used to construct the prisons?"

"Junior Disciple, you may not know this."

Lu Zhao explained, "There's a certain rule within Yu Yuan Palace. When the grade of the building material exceeds Seventh-Rank, it will be devoured by Yu Yuan Palace, increasing its own grade."

"If that weren't the case, the academy wouldn't have spent a fortune to hire people to guard Yu Yuan Palace."

Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed. "This Yu Yuan Palace is actually a treasure that can increase its grade!"

Treasures came in all sorts of varieties.

But among them, the most precious kind were supreme treasures that could improve their grade.

These treasures could theoretically grow infinitely and possessed immense potential!

However, such treasures were extremely rare, and once they appeared, even True King powerhouses couldn't resist fighting over them.

Lu Chuan hadn't expected that the Yu Yuan Palace before him was such a treasure that could upgrade its grade.

But thinking about it, it was quite normal.

As the catalyst for the war between the Human Race and the Feather God Race, Lu Chuan wouldn't be surprised by any extraordinary aspects of Yu Yuan Palace.

"Alright, enough of that, hurry up and help!"

After a reminder, Lu Zhao lunged forward, engaging a Ninth-Rank Great Demon in combat.

In just a few moves, Lu Zhao dealt with the demon.

After handing the demon over to Luo Yanjun for containment, Lu Zhao's brow suddenly furrowed. "Strange, why am I so angry?"

"These beasts escaping and causing trouble, isn't it normal to be angry?" Luo Yanjun said with great irritation.

"Something's not right."

Lu Zhao frowned. "Senior Disciple Brother, you know me. I value self-cultivation the most. I wouldn't get angry even if someone insulted me to my face."

"How could I possibly be angry now because the Myriad Races broke out of their prisons?"

With this reminder, Luo Yanjun also sensed something was amiss. "That's true, the Myriad Races haven't caused trouble before."

"Why is it that this time, I feel like killing them?"

The two were momentarily unable to figure out what was happening.

However, on Lu Chuan's side, a discovery had been made.

[Detected Abyss Curse, do you wish to simplify?]

"Abyss Curse?"

Lu Chuan looked confused. "What is that?"

Although Lu Chuan didn't know what the Abyss Curse was, based on the current situation, it was highly likely that what happened in Yu Yuan Palace was related to this Abyss Curse.

Immediately, Lu Chuan spoke up, "Could we have been cursed?"

"I heard our homeroom teacher say that curses not only decrease a martial artist's various functions but also affect their emotions, causing them to lose their minds."

"Curse?"

Luo Yanjun was stunned, then laughed, "Yu Yuan Palace is an ancient supreme treasure; how could there be a curse inside it?"

"No."

Lu Zhao shook his head, his expression tense. "Senior Disciple Brother, have you forgotten whose treasure Yu Yuan Palace was before?"

"The Feather God Race, so what?"

Luo Yanjun said indifferently.

However, in a flash, Luo Yanjun also realized. "Are you saying, the Abyss Curse?"

"Highly possible," Lu Zhao said with a serious expression.

Lu Chuan, seizing the opportunity, asked, "Senior Brother, what is the Abyss Curse?"

"The Abyss Curse is a powerful curse unique to the Abyss. Anyone who comes into contact with the aura of the Abyss will be afflicted with the Abyss Curse."

Lu Zhao explained, "As for the Abyss, it is a notorious dangerous place within the Feather God Race territory, known throughout the myriad races of the starry sky!"

"Legend has it that True Immortals were once buried there!"

After explaining, Lu Zhao quickly said, "Senior Disciple Brother, this matter is of great importance. Report it to the academy immediately."

"There might be the aura of the Abyss within Yu Yuan Palace!"

Knowing he couldn't take responsibility for this, Luo Yanjun, at this moment, couldn't bother with the position of Palace Master and hurriedly reported to the academy.

The subsequent events had nothing to do with the three of them.

After the academy's powerful experts arrived, Luo Yanjun brought the two back to his room.

"Junior Disciple, I have you to thank for this."

"If the aura of the Abyss had leaked out, I, your Senior Brother, would have been a sinner of the human race!" Luo Yanjun said with lingering fear.

Lu Chuan gave an awkward smile.

How could he explain? He couldn't just say he cheated, could he?

Never mind, he'd just pass the blame again.

"Senior Brother is too kind. If it weren't for our homeroom teacher, I wouldn't have thought of this," Lu Chuan said with a smile.

This wasn't exactly passing the blame, as Chen Hong had indeed mentioned curses, albeit only in a few casual remarks.

He wasn't wrong to pass the blame.

"Who is Junior Disciple's homeroom teacher? I must thank him properly," Luo Yanjun asked.

"I heard it was Chen Hong from the Beast Taming Faction," Lu Zhao replied.

"Chen Hong?"

Luo Yanjun thought for a moment, then said, "I heard Chen Hong favors the Elf Race the most. Tomorrow, I'll head to the Starry Sky Battlefield and capture an Elf Queen at the True King Realm to give to Chen Hong as a pet."

"We can do that. I'll go with you."

"We in the Combat Department never owe anyone favors," Lu Zhao stated.

Lu Chuan was dumbfounded.

You two Ninth Rank Martial Artists, just by talking, are going to capture an Elf at the True King Realm. Do you even consider True King Realm experts as anything?

Or is it that the two of you old foxes have actual strength comparable to True Kings?