Curse?

The "he" in the dream, or rather the Altar Master, had lived near Huang Dagen's tomb for about ten years. The imagined senior master had never appeared, but the Spirit Ghost was nearing maturity. The "he" was overjoyed—it seemed that the master didn't care about this Spirit Ghost or the nurturing ground at all!

After this time, once the Spirit Ghost is mature, he will be able to retrieve it!

Perhaps, Luoxin District is truly his lucky place.

In his twelfth year living here, he unexpectedly obtained another immature Spirit Ghost —truly a blessing from heaven!

This made him ecstatic!

Given time, once these two Spirit Ghost mature, even if his "Ghost Gate Exorcist" lineage is not yet complete, the Spirit Ghost's special abilities alone will be enough to push his cultivation level to a higher level, thus extending his lifespan!

Then, he did something he would regret for the rest of his life!

He happily placed his newly acquired Spirit Ghost into Huang Dagen's tomb, hoping to use this blessed land to accelerate the Spirit Ghost's growth.

Tragedy struck at that moment... After the second Spirit Ghost was sent into the tomb, it could not come out! At the same time, it also triggered the sealing array set up by the Venerable Spirit Butterfly.

A total of six powerful seals appeared, layer upon layer!

If he hadn't reacted quickly and run, he would have been reduced to ashes by the formation.

Previously, these six seals were dormant and unactivated, allowing the Altar Master to enter the graveyard and observe the Spirit Ghost within. But now—he can't even approach Huang Dagen's tomb.

Moreover, unlike the original Spirit-Binding Formation, these six sealing arrays are extremely aggressive. Among them is a bloodline array; unless a descendant of a powerful master who set up the array appears here, these six arrays will remain active indefinitely.

No wonder the Spirit Ghost inside remained in the Ghost Lantern Temple after I destroyed the Spirit-Binding Formation; it turns out they couldn't get out at all!

A terrifying senior colleague who could teach him a lesson in no time.

The structure of these six formations is so complex that his level and strength are simply insufficient to unravel them.

He could only watch helplessly as he guarded this great tomb.

Day after day, year after year.

I'm in despair, utterly despairing of this world!

Just as he was truly preparing to give up or desperately try to break through those six formations... one day, a young couple arrived at Huang Dagen's grave in Luoxin District.

Things took a turn for the better!

[Am I reading a tragedy?] At this point, Song Shuhang already knew what was going to happen next.

This Altar Master seems to be an absolute freak; it's rare for a cultivator to end up as miserable as him.

Sure enough, what followed was the young couple taking away the Spirit Ghost, while the Altar Master trembled with fear at the power displayed by Soft Feather.

Then, the dream suddenly shifted, skipping over a lot of the plot.

"A way out? Hahahaha! However, however, I can give you one last chance!" A domineering figure looked down at the Altar Master in the dream.

That imposing figure made Song Shuhang feel so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground! He didn't want to see that embarrassing scene repeated!

Then, the dream scene shifted again!

"Sword! Sword!" The domineering figure swung his sword twice, cleaving the 'him' in the dream into several pieces!

"I curse you... I curse you! I will become a vengeful ghost and seek revenge for you for all eternity!" the 'he' in the dream roared!

I hate it! I hate it so much! I hate it so much!

I hate how difficult my fate has been; I hate that I haven't received the complete lineage; I hate the injustice of heaven and earth; and most of all, I hate that guy for breaking his promise and deceiving me!

Even if he transforms into a ghost, he will haunt that guy for life, seeking his life in every lifetime!

Endless hatred and the curse from 'him' before his death in the dream jolted Song Shuhang awake.

Looking around, I saw my three roommates sleeping soundly, with Tubo even snoring rhythmically.

Song Shuhang quietly activated the 'Spirit Detective Method' to survey his surroundings. The dormitory was quiet and there was nothing unusual.

"Why would I have such a bizarre dream? Is it because I killed the Altar Master during the day, and what I think about during the day is what I dream about at night?" Song Shuhang wondered to himself.

No... if it were just a matter of thinking about something during the day and dreaming about it at night, this dream shouldn't be so vivid.

This is not a dream at all, but the memories of the Altar Master's entire life! It contains many things that Song Shuhang has no idea about. He doesn't think his imagination is that big enough to fill in the gaps in the Altar Master's life.

"Is it the curse? Or possession by a ghost?" The only thing Song Shuhang could think of was the curse the Altar Master had before his death.

Only a curse filled with hatred could cause such a bizarre dream.

"No, I have to ask the senior Medicine Master tomorrow to see what this dream is all about. I'll feel uneasy if I don't figure it out," Song Shuhang murmured.

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The following day, June 8th, was cloudy.

The weather was still hot, but with the sun no longer shining so brightly, the number of spectators at the sports meet increased significantly.

After waking from his strange dream, Song Shuhang couldn't sleep all night.

Early in the morning, he had planned to visit the Medicine Master. Unexpectedly, he received a text message from the senior Medicine Master first.

The address above is a mailing address, the address of Master Profound Principle's temple, instructing Shuhang to find an opportunity to mail the 'Black Iron Flying Sword' back.

The Medicine Master also reminded him that he needed to go out to run some errands today and might not be back.

Shuhang replied with two words: "Received."

He thought for a moment and figured he probably wouldn't have a chance to use the 'flying sword' anytime soon, so he decided to send it back.

So, Shuhang found the business card of Sima Jiang from Harvest Express and called him, "Hello, is this Jiang from Harvest Express?"

The other person paused for a long time, then seemed to remember something and immediately replied, "Is this Shuhang? It's me, it's me. Do you have a package to send today?"

"Um, I have a small package to send. Do you have time to come and pick it up?" Song Shuhang asked.

"No problem, I'll be right there!" Sima Jiang replied quickly.

Song Shuhang added, "No need to rush, this is just a regular package, you can take your time."

"It's alright, I'm free, I'll be there in a bit." Sima Jiang laughed heartily.

Song Shuhang has been wanting to spend all his free time cultivating lately. Wouldn't it be a waste of time not to use the Blood Qi Pill he obtained?

However, Tubo and his two friends have a competition today. As their good roommate, he definitely has to go and cheer them on.

"Yangde's race is in about half an hour. That guy signed up for the men's 100 meters." Tubo looked envious. He also wanted to sign up for the 100 meters, which is a relatively less strenuous race.

Unfortunately, he was a step too late for Yangde and lost the advantage. Tubo had no choice but to sign up for the 800-meter relay race.

At this time, Yangde had already changed his clothes and shoes and gone to prepare for the run.

Song Shuhang and his two other roommates went to the race track to cheer him on.

Halfway there, a song that was very famous a few years ago started playing on Gao Moumou's phone... the panting sound of "Mighty and Majestic." Anyone who could use this song as their ringtone must have a certain amount of shamelessness.

Gao Moumou calmly took out his phone and saw that it was a strange, unfamiliar number that he hadn't heard from in a long time. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly pressed the answer button.

These days, most strange phone calls from unknown numbers are scams.

If it's a scam call, then it's perfect for chatting while you're bored—it's free to answer anyway. If it's a female scammer, even Gao Moumou! You can unleash three times the fighting power! If it's the kind of call that would normally ring a few times and then hang up, even better—deduct their phone bill!

"Hello, hello!" Gao Moumou said quickly as soon as the call connected, afraid that the other party would hang up on him immediately.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, then a tentative question was asked, "Gao Moumou?"

"Huh? This is me, who are you?" Gao Moumou felt a pang of disappointment. It wasn't a scammer after all? In this boring summer, couldn't scammers at least make a professional phone call to relieve their boredom?