Heart Piercing Blood Curse, do you have any last words to say?

"Look at you, always in such a hurry!"

Xiao Junlin picked up a cup of hot tea, took a leisurely sip, and revealed a composed smile.

"Eldest Brother, they've come to slap me in the face—how can I not be in a hurry?"

The Fourth Prince stomped his foot in agitation.

No matter how lustful, lazy, and full of flaws he was, he was still a prince of King Zhenbei—when had he ever suffered such humiliation before?

And that brat Xiao Yang was only relying on that Fiend Star Woman Ning Hongye to back him up!

He refused to accept it!

"Lu Xu, go summon Ghost Hand."

Xiao Junlin gave an order to the strategist Lu Xu, who stood nearby.

A moment later, a man in a black robe, exuding a sinister aura—Ghost Hand—walked in and bowed: "Greetings to Your Highnesses!"

"Isn't this the one who swapped Ninth's eyes? Eldest Brother, why did you call him here?" the Fourth Prince asked, puzzled.

He knew Xiao Junlin kept three thousand retainers, all sorts of strange and talented individuals.

For example, Gu Masters from Miaojiang who could cast curses through objects from afar, killing without a trace.

Or Puppeteers from the Hundred Refinements Sect, who crafted puppets as lifelike as real people, with the most powerful even reaching Grandmaster level.

"Ghost Hand, how is the matter I entrusted to you progressing?" Xiao Junlin suddenly asked.

"Reporting to Your Highness, it was a complete success!"

Ghost Hand flashed a fawning smile and continued: "When I gouged out that Xiao Yang's Spirit Eye, I took the chance to plant the Heart Piercing Blood Curse on him. Now he's like a lamb waiting for slaughter—completely at my mercy!"

Hearing this, the Fourth Prince's eyes lit up, gleaming with sharp light.

Heart Piercing Blood Curse!

That was a forbidden secret art of the Witchcraft Sect. Once activated, the victim would endure the pain of a thousand needles and ten thousand stabs, piercing through every tendon, bone, and blood vessel, suffering beyond measure.

If they forcibly pushed their strength, their flesh would shatter, and their bones and muscles would be stripped away.

"Eldest Brother, as expected of you! You set a trap for that brat way back when the eyes were swapped! Hurry, hurry—have Ghost Hand activate the Blood Curse!"

The Fourth Prince urged, unable to wait to see Xiao Yang writhing in agony, to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Do it!"

Xiao Junlin gave the order.

The moment the words fell, Ghost Hand stretched out his withered hands, muttered incantations under his breath, and began the spell.

"Heart Piercing Blood Curse, strike!"

In an instant, a dark red blood light shot out from between his brows, tearing through the sky and flying toward Xiao Yang's residence.

"Your Highnesses, now that the Blood Curse is activated, Xiao Yang will suffer the Bone Gouging Heart Cutting Pain!"

"This curse has no cure—after Eighty-One Days, he will descend to the Yellow Springs!"

"And it's extremely covert. Even if the Imperial Observatory investigates the corpse, they won't trace it back to us!"

Ghost Hand explained smugly, clearly brimming with confidence.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! Reward him with a Hundred Taels of Gold!"

Xiao Junlin waved his hand grandly, generous to a fault.

Ghost Hand accepted the reward and withdrew.

"Fourth Brother, that Xiao Yang humiliated me in public. I won't just kill him—I'll strip him of everything he has and expel him from the prince's manor!" Xiao Junlin gritted his teeth, his eyes dark and venomous.

"Eldest Brother, he's been licking Ning Hongye's boots lately, backed by the Vermilion Bird Army! And who knows what secret technique he's learned—he's probably been dual cultivating with that ugly freak Ning Hongye. His strength has skyrocketed, and even my personal guards can't beat him!"

The Fourth Prince looked troubled. If he wanted to deal with Xiao Yang now, he didn't have the strength for it.

"Relax, I've already planned ahead!"

Xiao Junlin revealed a sinister smile: "Next month is the annual Azure Cloud Grand Examination. All the princes of the manor must participate!"

"Xiao Yang has been dead last for nine years. As long as he finishes at the bottom again this time, we can impeach him to Father King, strip him of his prince status, declare Heir Deprivation, and send him to Border Exile!"

"That way, he's no longer a prince, and his marriage to Ning Hongye naturally becomes void!"

Hearing this, the Fourth Prince's eyelids twitched, his heart pounding.

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Eldest Brother was aiming to kill with words, leaving Xiao Yang no place to die!

He secretly felt relieved that he was on Xiao Junlin's side—otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he'd been toyed to death!

On the other side, the Ninth Young Master's residence.

Xiao Yang sat cross-legged inside the room, cultivating.

Although he had obtained the Yin Yang Creation Pill through the system and directly advanced to the Third Grade Qi Sea Realm—equivalent to decades of ordinary cultivation—he understood that daily practice was still essential. Otherwise, advancing too quickly would leave his foundation unstable, and his understanding wouldn't match his power, which would ultimately be detrimental.

Suddenly, a streak of blood light shot toward him, aiming to burrow into his brow.

"Shua!"

Xiao Yang's eyes snapped open.

[Ding! System detected a Witchcraft Sect curse invasion. Host possesses the "Yin Yang Creation Sacred Body," capable of purifying all evil!]

The next moment, radiance blazed from Xiao Yang's body, like a sun in the sky, instantly dissolving the blood light into nothing.

"System, can you find out who cast that curse on me?" Xiao Yang asked inwardly.

[Yes. The target is two kilometers southeast of you, currently moving outside the Prince's Mansion.]

"Good."

Xiao Yang immediately rose, put on the Mysterious Scale Ten Thousand Dragon Armor, and slipped out of the mansion under cover of night.

A short while later, inside an unremarkable courtyard house.

"With a hundred taels of gold, I can go to the Black Market and trade for some severed limbs from powerful martial artists, then refine a flawless Fifth Grade Bronze Corpse!" Ghost Hand muttered to himself, his eyes brimming with delight.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

"Who's there?"

Ghost Hand whirled around alertly, only to see a handsome youth step inside. He was elegant as jade in the wind, moonlight spilling over him, adding a touch of mystery.

What a peerless, worldly young gentleman!

"Ninth Young Master, why have you come?"

Ghost Hand was greatly startled, his eyes narrowing into slits as cold light flickered within them.

"This young master is here to take your life!"

Xiao Yang didn't bother hiding it. He gripped the War Saber at his waist and strode forward step by step.

"Hahaha!"

Ghost Hand burst into unrestrained laughter. "Ninth Young Master, you're far too naive! I've cultivated witchcraft for decades, my strength equivalent to the Fifth Grade Realm, and I've already cast a curse on you. How could you possibly kill me?!"

With that, he began chanting rapidly, activating the [Heart Piercing Blood Curse].

"The blood curse has taken effect. Within three seconds, you'll be begging for death but unable to die!"

Ghost Hand's face was full of arrogance as he even started a countdown.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

But to his shock, when the countdown ended, Xiao Yang showed no sign of pain. He kept advancing until he was only ten steps away.

At that distance, it was the killing zone for a martial artist!

"Impossible!"

Ghost Hand's expression twisted wildly, disbelief written all over his face. "Once the blood curse hits, even a great scholar from the Confucian Temple can't dispel it in such a short time! Kid, how did you manage this?!"

"Idiot!"

Xiao Yang shot him a look as if he were staring at a fool, then drew the War Saber from his waist, its blade pointing at Ghost Hand's neck.

"Speak. Any last words you want to leave behind?"