"Hm...?"
She saw the strange black qi that had suddenly emerged from the edge of the pages dissipate before her eyes.
The young female cultivator jumped in fright, sprang to her feet, and retreated several steps.
Across from her, the warm smile on Chu Zhusheng's face instantly froze.
His cold gaze abruptly swept toward a table to the side, fixing on Gu Chenfeng, who held a teacup with an indifferent expression.
Chu Zhusheng forced a cold smile onto his face.
"Hmph, fellow Daoist, I was merely asking this young lady about talismans. As for these sinister methods you mentioned, I don't quite understand.
"In the cultivation world, you must bear the consequences of slandering others at will."
Chu Zhusheng's tone carried an undisguised threat in that final sentence.
Gu Chenfeng remained indifferent and unconcerned.
Beside him, Ming Nine Netherworlds, whose aura was cold and sinister, spoke up to explain.
"Young master, this man used a Ghost Dao technique, the 'Soul-Seizing Curse.' It is refined from a cultivator's primordial spirit and corpse oil over seven times seven days, forty-nine days in total.
"As long as the caster's cultivation is sufficient, anyone who touches the chosen object will have their divine soul clouded and be left at another's mercy."
At these words, Chu Zhusheng's expression changed sharply.
The young female cultivator also turned pale with fright and hurriedly retreated several more steps, distancing herself from Chu Zhusheng.
Ming Nine Netherworlds's voice was not quiet, and everyone on the third floor was a Saint Level cultivator with exceptional spiritual perception. They all cast strange looks in their direction.
"Hmph, meddlesome fools!"
Chu Zhusheng's expression turned cold. A surging, sinister pressure emanated from him, bearing down on Gu Chenfeng and Yin Gui King.
He was actually an early-stage Saint Warrior level cultivator.
**"How dare