Four Misfortune Qi, a Custom-Made Curse Mark

After hearing Daoist Qingshan's words, Zhang Yuchen, Pan Ling, and the others all looked dejected.

The way they looked at me was as though I had been poisoned with some slow-acting toxin.

But as I looked at the Black Lotus Seal in my left palm, not only did I not feel dejected, I even had some bold ideas.

The Black Lotus monks could use curse marks. Did that mean I could use one too?

The Black Lotus monks could wield that Black Vajra Pestle. Now that I bore the Black Lotus Curse Mark, could I use the Black Vajra Pestle too?

If that was the case, then this was incredible.

I had seen the Black Vajra Pestle's power before. It dealt attacks similar to mental illusions.

If I took that thing and jabbed it at someone's head, even if it did not kill them, would it not still be useful to hit them with some kind of eerie mental attack?

I remembered something Master had once said: there was no good or bad in techniques; only good and evil in people.

No matter how good a technique was, in the hands of a bad person, it would only harm others.

Even the most vicious technique became a good one when used against bad people.

At that thought, the corners of my mouth curled into a faint smile.

Pan Ling spoke through a sob.

"Brother Jiang, I'm sorry. Not only did you get hurt because of me, you were also afflicted with an evil curse mark. We still don't know how to remove it."

Seeing her like this, I quickly waved my hand.

"Pan Ling, don't be sad. Didn't Senior Qingshan say this curse mark comes with its own power?

I was thinking, could I turn the tables and use this