Want to Curse My Uncle Zhao? Ask Me First

Irritability, exhaustion, headache.

And yet there were no injuries on his body, nor were there any obvious problems with the circulation of his dharma power.

Combined with Lu Ya's sudden appearance earlier, when he had made a round before leaving...

The answer was practically staring him in the face.

The Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book.

That was what made this thing truly disgusting.

It did not require facing you in a direct dharma battle.

It did not require breaking through your protective immortal radiance.

It did not even require knowing what you did every day.

All it took was setting up a straw effigy.

Writing down the name.

Then, with lamps and talisman seals, worshipping it day and night.

When the time came, even an Immortal would be forcibly worshipped to death.

Zhao Gongming could chase a whole group of Explanatory Sect Golden Immortals around with twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls and smash them to pieces.

Yet in his original fate, he had died beneath such a sinister trick.

At that thought, Lin Yuan's gaze turned cold.

"Uncle."

"You haven't fought anyone these past few days, have you?"

"No."

Zhao Gongming shook his head.

"Since Lu Ya left, I have remained in the camp."

"I have barely even sacrificed the Sea-Calming Pearls."

"Has your body shown any other abnormalities?"

Zhao Gongming thought for a moment.

"I have been somewhat drowsy during the day."

"When meditating, my mind occasionally feels unsettled."

"But for cultivators, occasional fluctuations in one's qi mechanism are normal enough."

"Has this happened before?"

"Rarely."

Lin Yuan became completely certain.

This was absolutely not an ordinary fluctuation in condition.

Zhao Gongming also sensed that something was wrong from his expression.

"Nephew."

"Do you know something?"

"This disciple cannot be certain of the exact method."

Lin Yuan did not directly mention the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book.

He had no way to explain the source of such details right now.

But that did not stop him from pointing out the direction.

"This disciple suspects that someone is casting a curse from afar."

Zhao Gongming's brows instantly furrowed.

"A curse?"

"Yes."

"If you had been injured head-on, Uncle, you would certainly have sensed it yourself."

"Yet your dharma power is normal, your immortal body is undamaged, and still you have become restless and mentally exhausted for no reason."

Lin Yuan spoke slowly.

"Then there was Lu Ya's inexplicable visit and battle earlier."

"This disciple keeps feeling that he was not there to fight you."

"It was more like he had come to confirm something."

Zhao Gongming's face finally darkened completely.

A Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would naturally not regard curses as a joke.

The Primordial World contained countless divine abilities.

Those that severed the fleshly body.

Those that seized the Primordial Spirit.

Those that cursed the soul.

Those that killed through karma.

Some methods might not be especially powerful in a direct dharma battle, but given enough time to prepare, they could make even high-realm Immortals suffer a devastating loss.

"Can we find it?"

Zhao Gongming asked.

Lin Yuan shook his head.

"This disciple cannot do it alone."

The Primordial World was so vast.

Asking him to use Innate Spiritual Perception to find a ritual altar hidden in some unknown place...

Was no different from fishing a needle out of the sea.

But—

He was not alone.

A name suddenly came to Lin Yuan's mind.

Yao Bin.

One of the Ten Heavenly Lords.

Master of the Soul-Sundering Formation.

What he specialized in was precisely methods involving souls and Primordial Spirits.

He had gone to such great lengths to pull all the Ten Heavenly Lords out of their original deathtrap.

Wasn't this exactly the time to make use of them?

"Uncle."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up.

"I'll find someone."

Before Zhao Gongming could ask anything.

Lin Yuan had already turned and rushed out of the military tent.

With a flash of wind and thunder.

He appeared directly in the area where the Ten Heavenly Lords were resting.

"Senior Brother Yao!"

The instant his voice fell.

The curtain of a nearby military tent was lifted.

Yao Bin emerged with a frown.

"Junior Brother Lin?"

"Why are you shouting so loudly in the middle of the night? Did West Qi attack?"

"This is more troublesome than West Qi attacking."

Lin Yuan did not waste words.

"Someone is cursing Uncle Zhao."

Yao Bin's expression changed abruptly.

"Senior Brother Zhao Gongming?"

"Yes."

"Senior Brother, you specialize in the path of souls. Can you take a look?"

"Let's go."

Yao Bin did not say a single unnecessary word.

Just as the two were about to leave.

Several nearby military tents lit up as well.

Qin Wan, Zhao Jiang, Wang Mo, and the others emerged one after another.

"What happened?"

"I just heard Senior Brother Zhao Gongming?"

Seeing this, Lin Yuan could not be bothered to hide it.

"Someone is casting a curse in secret."

"I suspect it has something to do with Lu Ya."

The moment those words came out.

The crowd, still somewhat bleary-eyed just moments ago, instantly woke up.

Li Xingba was the first to curse aloud.

"He couldn't win head-on, so now he's playing dirty?"

Gao Yougan sneered.

"I knew Lu Ya's arrival was inexplicable."

"He circled Senior Brother Zhao for half the day, said he had learned much, then ran off."

"Now it seems he really hadn't been holding back anything good."

Qin Wan said directly,

"Let's go together."

"Even those who do not understand curses can stand guard."

Lin Yuan's heart warmed.

That was why he had come to like these people from the Intercepting Sect more and more.

Normally, every one of them spoke without much sense.

But when one of their own was in trouble.

They rushed over faster than anyone.

The group quickly reentered Zhao Gongming's military tent.

When Zhao Gongming saw more than a dozen people pouring in, he was also stunned for a moment.

"You all are..."

Wang Mo waved a large hand.

"Senior Brother."

"Don't speak yet."

"Let Yao Bin take a look."

Yao Bin stepped before Zhao Gongming.

"Eldest Senior Brother, forgive me."

Naturally, Zhao Gongming would not put on airs at a time like this.

"Go ahead."

Yao Bin sat down cross-legged.

A small black banner flew from his sleeve.

The banner fluttered without wind.

Then a thread of exceedingly faint ghostly light descended toward Zhao Gongming's brow.

At first.

There was no abnormality at all.

But as Yao Bin continuously urged his dharma power.

The black banner suddenly trembled lightly.

The previously calm ghostly light was actually drawn by some invisible force.

Slowly, it tilted toward the northwest.

Yao Bin's expression changed instantly.

"There really is something."

Everyone's gazes turned cold.

For the first time, Zhao Gongming himself revealed unmistakable killing intent.

"Can you tell what it is?"

"Not yet."

Yao Bin frowned.

"This force is very concealed."

"It is not directly harming the Primordial Spirit."

"It is more like..."

He closed his eyes and sensed carefully.

"It was as if someone was slowly drawing Senior Brother's soul away."

Lin Yuan finally felt completely certain.

It matched.

The Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book's ritual had always gradually weakened the soul and spirit.

The final arrow decided life or death.

"Can you track it?"

Lin Yuan asked.

"It's too far away."

Yao Bin shook his head.

"And the other side has clearly used some method to conceal causality."

"But as long as this pull remains, I can follow its direction."

"It will just take time."

"How long?"

"Three to five days."

Lin Yuan's heart tightened.

Too slow.

The Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book required a total of twenty-one days of worship.

Zhao Gongming was already showing obvious symptoms.

That meant the ritual definitely had not begun today.

He had no idea how much time remained.

"Three to five days won't do."

Lin Yuan said in a grave voice.

"It has to be faster."

Yao Bin also knew how serious the situation was.

"If someone can help me expand the range of my soul-sense, the speed can increase greatly."

Qin Wan immediately asked:

"Would a formation work?"

Yao Bin froze.

Then his eyes lit up.

"Yes!"

"The Soul-Sundering Formation itself uses souls as its guide."

"If you use the Ten Ultimate Linked Formation to amplify the Soul-Sundering Formation for me..."

At that point, everyone looked at Lin Yuan at the same time.

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth slowly rose.

The Ten Ultimate Formation again.

Good.

The Ten Heavenly Lords he had saved.

Were now turning around to save Zhao Gongming.

This thread had finally truly connected.

"Set up the formation."

Lin Yuan said directly.

"We'll find them tonight."

"I want to see."

"Which bastard is hiding behind the scenes, worshipping my Martial Uncle Zhao."