After sealing away the mysterious white bead, Jiang Ping An stopped dwelling on the matter.
He walked to the door and picked up a rectangular black box.
This black box had been delivered by a courier a few days ago. It was the reward for the Newcomer Assessment.
He tapped the box with his Identity Token. A flash of white light passed through its center, the restriction on it dissipated, and it opened on its own.
A bloodstained strip of cloth came into view. The blood on it looked freshly smeared, incomparably bright red.
The rules of curse flickered with an eerie light.
This was the newcomer reward he had chosen.
This strip of cloth contained Curse Power. It could temporarily weaken the physical strength of whoever touched it, and it did not need to be actively activated.
Even Void God realm experts would be affected by this curse.
Its only flaw was that it was not hard enough. Void Gods could destroy it.
Jiang Ping An reached out and picked up the strip of cloth, and a feeling of weakness immediately washed over him.
It felt like being tormented nonstop for a hundred years by all those beauties at home.
Enduring the weakness, he wrapped the strip of cloth around his left hand.
He would first let his body adapt to the curse for a while—he could treat it as weighted training.
He returned to the Phantom Spirit Cultivation Platform, drank a mouthful of [Soul-Nourishing Liquid], and once again immersed himself in comprehending the rules.
Though the holy land was very safe, it was not absolutely safe. Only by increasing his own strength could he have the means to protect himself.
Just as Jiang Ping An was immersed in cultivation, a piece of news spread like wildfire through the