Curse

"What?"

"They're rioting again?"

"Will these damned bastards never stay quiet for even a moment?"

Inside Yu Yuan Palace, its master, Luo Yanjun, was angrily directing his subordinates to suppress the Ten Thousand Races.

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

Lu Zhao immediately stepped forward, his expression grim. "The Ten Thousand Races are rioting again?"

"That's right."

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

"I'm rather busy at the moment. You'll have to wait a little longer regarding the God Summoning Art."

"Senior Brother, go ahead and handle your business. I'm in no hurry," Lu Chuan quickly said.

Seeing this, Lu Zhao suggested, "Since we're here, Senior Brother, why not let us help you suppress the Ten Thousand Races as well?"

"It can also temper our actual combat abilities."

Luo Yanjun fell silent for a moment before nodding. "Then I'll have to trouble you two junior brothers."

At once, led by Luo Yanjun, Lu Chuan and Lu Zhao ventured deeper into Yu Yuan Palace and arrived at the place where the Ten Thousand Races were imprisoned.

Yu Yuan Palace did not look particularly large, only a few thousand square meters or so.

Yet in truth, it contained a world within.

The area used solely to imprison the Ten Thousand Races was, by rough estimate, as large as an entire city.

Across the vast grounds stood prison cells that radiated fierce, baleful auras.

These cells had all been forged from Seventh Rank metal ores. They were extraordinarily sturdy, and Martial Artists below the Seventh Rank found them difficult to break.

Within the cells, Ten Thousand Races of all shapes and forms were struggling without pause.

At this moment, quite a few cells had already been breached. One creature after another wandered through the holding area, trying every possible means to break out of Yu Yuan Palace.

"You damned beasts!"

Fury rose in Luo Yanjun's heart. He suddenly struck, severely injuring an Eighth-rank one-horned demon with a single palm before grabbing it like a piece of trash and tossing it back into a cell.

Looking at those shattered cells, Lu Chuan asked in confusion, "Senior Brother Lu, since this place is so important, why not use sturdier materials to build the cells?"

"You don't understand, Junior Brother."

Lu Zhao explained, "There is some kind of rule within Yu Yuan Palace. Once the grade of the building materials exceeds Seventh Rank, Yu Yuan Palace devours them and raises its own grade."

"If that were not the case, the academy would never have spent such a great price to hire people to guard Yu Yuan Palace."

Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed. "Yu Yuan Palace is actually a treasure capable of raising its grade!"

There were all manner of treasures, in every conceivable variety.

Yet among them, the most precious kind was a supreme treasure capable of raising its grade.

In theory, such treasures could grow without limit and possessed immense potential!

However, treasures like these were exceptionally rare. Once one appeared, even True King Realm experts could not resist fighting over it.

Lu Chuan had never expected that the Yu Yuan Palace before him was one of those supreme treasures capable of raising its grade.

But on second thought, that was perfectly normal.

As the spark that had ignited the great war between the human race and the Feather God Race, no matter how miraculous Yu Yuan Palace was, Lu Chuan would not find it surprising.

"Enough of that. Hurry up and help!"

After giving the reminder, Lu Zhao shot forward and became entangled in battle with a Ninth Rank greater demon.

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

After handing the demon over to Luo Yanjun for imprisonment, Lu Zhao suddenly frowned. "Strange. Why am I so angry?"

"These beasts escaped and caused trouble. Isn't it normal to be angry?" Luo Yanjun said, still brimming with rage.

"Something's wrong."

Lu Zhao's brow furrowed. "Senior Brother, you know me. I value cultivating my temperament most. Even if someone mocked me to my face, I would not get angry."

"How could I possibly become angry now just because the Ten Thousand Races broke out of their cells?"

Prompted by this, Luo Yanjun also noticed something was amiss. "That's true. It's not as if the Ten Thousand Races have never caused trouble before."

"Why is it that this time, I want nothing more than to kill them?"

For a moment, neither of them could make sense of the situation.

But Lu Chuan had made a discovery.

Abyss Curse detected. Simplify?

"Abyss Curse?"

Lu Chuan looked utterly confused. "What is that?"

Although Lu Chuan did not know what the Abyss Curse was, judging from the current situation, what was happening inside Yu Yuan Palace was very likely connected to it.

Lu Chuan immediately spoke up to warn them. "Could we have been cursed?"

"I heard my homeroom teacher say that curses not only weaken a Martial Artist's various functions, but can also affect their emotions and make them lose their reason."

"A curse?"

Luo Yanjun froze, then laughed. "Yu Yuan Palace is an ancient supreme treasure. How could there possibly be a curse inside it?"

"No."

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

"The Feather God Race. So what?" Luo Yanjun said indifferently.

But in the next instant, Luo Yanjun realized it as well. "You mean the Abyss Curse?"

"That is highly possible," Lu Zhao said gravely.

Lu Chuan took the opportunity to ask, "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 planted with the Abyss Curse."

Lu Zhao explained, "As for the Abyss, it is a perilous land within the territory of the Feather God Race, renowned throughout the myriad realms of the starry sky!"

"Rumor has it that a True Immortal was once buried within it!"

After explaining, Lu Zhao hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, this is a grave matter. Report it to the academy at once."

"There may be Abyss aura inside Yu Yuan Palace!"

Knowing that he could not bear responsibility for this matter, Luo Yanjun no longer cared about his position as palace master and quickly reported it to the academy.

What followed had nothing to do with Lu Chuan and the other two.

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

"Junior Brother, it was all thanks to you this time."

"If the Abyss aura had leaked out, I would have become a sinner of the human race!" Luo Yanjun said, his face full of relief.

Lu Chuan gave an awkward smile.

How was he supposed to explain this? He couldn't exactly say that he had cheated, could he?

Forget it. He would keep shifting the blame.

"Senior Brother, you flatter me. If it weren't for my homeroom teacher, I wouldn't have thought of it either," Lu Chuan said with a smile.

That did not really count as shifting the blame. Chen Hong had indeed mentioned curses once or twice during casual conversation.

So he had not shifted the blame to the wrong person, either.

"Who is your homeroom teacher, Junior Brother? I must properly thank him," Luo Yanjun asked.

"I heard he's Chen Hong from the Beast Taming Faction," Lu Zhao said.

"Chen Hong?"

Luo Yanjun thought for a moment, then said, "I heard Chen Hong loves the elf race most. Tomorrow, I'll make a trip to the Starry Sky Battlefield, capture a True King Realm elf queen, and give her to Chen Hong as a pet beast."

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"Our Combat Department never owes anyone a favor," Lu Zhao said.

Lu Chuan was completely dumbfounded.

You two Ninth Rank Martial Artists were talking about catching a True King Realm elf as if it were nothing. Did you have any respect at all for True King Realm experts?

Or were you two old foxes actually strong enough to rival True King Realm experts?