Divine Curse Sect's Betrayal

"What's going on?" Jia Meng's eyes widened, his heart filled with doubt and curiosity.

He did not simply dismiss this unexpected evolution. Instead, he began carefully pondering the reason behind it. He kept learning, observing, and experimenting, exhausting his curse power to its limit each time before observing the next day's evolution.

In the end, he finally found the cause. Whenever he stopped cultivating after exhausting his curse power to the limit, the maximum amount of curse power he could absorb would increase after it recovered.

For example, the curse power he had previously extracted from negative emotions had been capped at one hundred points. Once he exhausted all of his curse power and allowed it to recover, the amount he could absorb could reach two hundred points.

However, this limit was not easy to grasp. Consuming too much curse power would only leave him exhausted without producing any effect, while consuming too little was even more useless.

Jia Meng experimented again and again until he could accurately find that perfect point.

From then on, he cultivated every day until his curse power was nearly depleted, then quietly waited for it to recover, restoring it to twice its original amount.

"Meng, the path of cultivation lies in perseverance, but you must also understand the importance of moderation. Too much is as bad as too little. Only balance can ensure lasting progress." Jia Meng's father spoke with gentle kindness and encouragement.

"Your cultivation has already made considerable progress, but you should also slow down and take some time to relax. Let's stop today's cultivation here. I'll give you a day off so you can enjoy the pleasures of life, but remember—do not neglect your cultivation."

"Yes."

After saying that, Jia Meng turned and walked out of the courtyard. He wore a white cultivation robe, its sleeves fluttering lightly.

He also felt that the clan head's words made sense, so he decided to visit the nearby Thousand Herb Mountain, breathe in some fresh air, get close to nature, and relax both body and mind.

"Jia Meng, take a few guards with you. They will ensure your safety." The clan head instructed a curse cultivator standing nearby.

Jia Meng was a tall, handsome curse cultivator. He nodded to show that he understood.

Along the way, Jia Meng passed through lush forests, listening to the birdsong and feeling the serenity and harmony of nature.

Jia Meng gradually relaxed as well. He felt as though he had merged into this great expanse of nature, his body and mind both finding immense comfort.

It wasn't easy to be reborn into another life. It would be a waste to spend every day cultivating. I should relax once in a while.

Jia Meng had now achieved some success in cultivation. Ordinary curse beasts could no longer threaten him, and even those more troublesome special curse beasts would not dare seek trouble with a child like him. He felt that he could slow his pace a little.

A gentle breeze blew past, and the leaves rustled softly.

Suddenly, a black figure darted out from behind Jia Meng, a dagger in hand, its tip aimed straight at Jia Meng's back.

However, the assassin's attack did not succeed. Jia Meng reacted in time, his body twisting as he seized the assassin's wrist.

"Who are you? How dare you harm the divine son of the Jia family?" Jia Meng's guard shouted furiously, his voice echoing through the forest.

The guards behind him quickly scattered, engaging the suddenly appearing enemies in battle.

"Be careful, Divine Son!" Although Jia Meng's guard was occupied fighting the enemy before him, he suddenly noticed another assassin quietly approaching Jia Meng.

He had no time to turn around and could only shout a warning.

However, Jia Meng's reaction exceeded his expectations.

Jia Meng merely curled his lips into a faint smile, as if he had anticipated this. He murmured, "Crimson Phosphorus Footwork—Flash!"

In an instant, his pupils turned blood-red, his speed surged, and he took the initiative to charge toward the second assassin.

Their exchange was fierce and swift. The assassin's dagger techniques were sharp and ruthless, yet before Jia Meng, they seemed utterly clumsy.

Jia Meng moved like a seasoned warrior who had fought a hundred battles. Every strike was precise and powerful, every move aimed at the assassin's weaknesses.

"You really are more troublesome than I expected!"

The assassin was forced back by Jia Meng's attacks. He had thought he could easily take down this six-year-old child, but instead found himself in a difficult fight. Gritting his teeth, he brandished his dagger, trying to turn the battle around.

But Jia Meng did not panic. He calmly evaded the assassin's attacks while searching for an opening.

"Damn it, this brat... he's actually toying with me!"

The second assassin roared in fury. He felt like an old mouse being toyed with by a cat, completely unable to escape its control.

His eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness. He could not accept that he was being suppressed by a six-year-old child.

"Crimson Blood Technique—Crimson Hand Blade."

At that moment, Jia Meng suddenly gave a low shout, and his figure abruptly accelerated.

The second assassin only felt a chill crawl up his spine. Then, his arm began to slide downward.

When he clearly saw what had happened, his eyes widened in terror—he saw his severed arm fall to the ground, along with the blood dripping from Jia Meng's hand blade.

The battle ended so swiftly and abruptly that the air around them seemed to freeze.

Jia Meng and the others soon ended the fight as well. They gathered together and began dealing with the aftermath.

After some interrogation, they discovered that these assassins were members of the Divine Curse Sect. They had come for Jia Meng's bounty.

The Divine Curse Sect differed from ordinary curse cultivators. They used their curse power to satisfy their own desires or pursue pleasure, even using curse power to harm others.

"It seems that the divine son of our Jia family has already drawn the attention of the outside world." Jia Meng's guard said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the corpses.

"We must act more carefully from now on."

"Yes. These Divine Curse Sect members are ruthless and cunning. We cannot let our guard down." The others nodded in agreement.

Jia Meng stood to one side, silently watching everything. His face showed no emotion, as if the battle just now had been nothing more than an ordinary encounter.

He had long noticed the enemies lurking nearby, but he deliberately acted relaxed and carefree, as if luring those foolish creatures to reveal themselves.

Perhaps because he had cultivated the Crimson Blood Technique, Jia Meng had become exceptionally sensitive to the scent of blood.

The assassin lying in wait had hidden himself well, but the smell of blood on him had long exposed his location.

Jia Meng revealed his awakened curse aptitude, gaining the family's preferential allocation of resources, but danger came with it as well.

Whether it was the factions within the family or the family's hostile forces, there were people who did not want him to grow into the Divine Curse Son smoothly.

That was why the bounty on him had long been posted on the black market. His head was now worth a thousand spirit stones—an astonishingly high price for a child at the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

The seemingly simple mission and high commission naturally attracted quite a few disciples of the Divine Curse Sect.

Every one of these Divine Curse Sect disciples had blood on their hands. Jia Meng could not understand why they were all like this.

Faced with an assassination attempt surrounded by the Divine Curse Sect, Jia Meng could not easily break free either. He could only follow Jia Meng Xiong back to the Jia Meng Family.