Blood Curse

Baidu Search had seen five Great Cultivators continuously communicating through voice transmission and deliberating. Qin Fengming could not help growing anxious. He had finally made it to Manghuang Mountain. Could it be that a single imprudent remark from him had brought disaster upon him? That would be disastrous indeed.

At this thought, Qin Fengming hurriedly bowed again and looked at Venerable Dao Ling, saying respectfully:

"Senior Brother Dao Ling, I have something on me. I wonder if Senior can recognize it."

As Qin Fengming spoke, he raised a hand, and a crimson wooden box appeared in it. With a light flick, the Jade Box flew from his hand and drifted gently to the front of Venerable Dao Ling.

By this point, Qin Fengming had made up his mind. Rather than be driven out by Manghuang Mountain, he might as well acknowledge one person first and worry about the rest later.

Upon hearing the young cultivator's words, the several men fell silent at the same time, their eyes fixed tightly on the wooden box.

Venerable Dao Ling's gaze flickered slightly. His divine sense locked onto it, and he already knew that the wooden box contained only a jade pendant. Out of curiosity, he reached out and took the red wooden box in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the lid opened, revealing a crystal-clear jade pendant that was entirely blood-red.

The red jade pendant was wrapped in a layer of mist. Threads of talismanic runes flashed incessantly within the mist, while a warmth continuously radiated from the pendant, making it seem exceedingly mysterious.

"Ah, where did this jade pendant come from? Please explain it to me, Young Fellow Daoist."

The instant he saw the jade pendant in his hand, Venerable Dao Ling's expression lifted. Although he had recognized its