After Zhong Cai explained the Pressure Curse, Chen Miao turned his gaze to Qi Ning.
Qi Ning held nothing back either.
"When we were in training, they covered the Pressure Curse and the Head-Down Curse too. The Pressure Curse is pretty much as Zhong Cai described it, though he actually went into more detail. In fact, right here in Shannan City, there's- ahem!"
Qi Ning cleared his throat and cut himself off.
He had been enjoying their conversation so much that he had almost slipped up.
"There are things I can't discuss, but the Pressure Curse has plenty of uses."
Zhong Cai and Chen Miao exchanged a knowing glance.
Presumably, Qi Ning had been about to say that the Pressure Curse was used somewhere in Shannan City. But where?
Chen Miao couldn't think of anywhere.
"As for the Head-Down Curse, the Administration classifies it as an evil art. No matter what someone uses it for, any Head-Down Sorcerer who learns it gets arrested!"
Qi Ning spoke with absolute conviction, and Chen Miao's heart skipped a beat.
First the Curse Cult's Mystic Arts, and now the Head-Down Curse. If the Administration ever discovered the arts he possessed, they probably wouldn't even bother questioning him before treating him as the ringleader of a band of evil cultivators.
Unaware of what Chen Miao was thinking, Qi Ning continued:
"Some say the Head-Down Curse came from abroad. Others say someone took things they learned in Great Xia overseas, modified them, and then brought them back."
"For example, almost every casting medium used in the Head-Down Curse has an equivalent in Great Xia. Arts that use blood as a medium are actually quite common here."
"And raising and controlling insects? Gu practitioners are practically their ancestors when it comes to that!"
"As for raising little