Seated beneath the Wutong tree, Xiao Hua watched the thin veil of dusk, his brows slightly furrowed as he listened to Old Madam Zhu slowly recount the Zhu family's affairs.
It turned out that the Zhu family had once been a renowned Cultivation family on the Xiaoyu Continent several thousand years ago—or perhaps even longer. Old Madam Zhu herself was not entirely sure. Yet now, only a single bloodline remained, and even that lineage was being passed down only with great difficulty. The root cause was a kind of talisman curse that Xiao Hua had never heard of before!
A talisman curse was not like the ordinary yellow talismans. It was an immense divine ability, whereby a person of great supernatural power cast a spell akin to a curse upon someone. The spell would take root within that person's body, exerting tremendous influence upon their body and meridians, thereby affecting their entire life. Yet that was not the most terrifying aspect of a talisman curse. Its true horror lay in the fact that it could be passed down through generations, from one generation to the next. Before the curse was broken, every one of that person's descendants would carry the same talisman curse within them—and it would likewise affect their descendants.
The talisman curse was an ability Xiao Hua had never heard of. Although Old Madam Zhu had suffered deeply from it, she could not explain it clearly either. As for what sort of Cultivation family the Zhu family had once been, how it had flourished, how it had declined, why someone with great supernatural powers had placed the curse upon them, and what precisely that curse was, Old Madam Zhu did not know much about any of it. Perhaps the truth had been buried by history, or perhaps the