Demon Curse

The Turks' territory is divided into nine regions, each corresponding to a city.

At the very center is the city of Tutlam.

Just as the eight elders were chanting prayers around Ren Anran at this moment, Tutlam was surrounded by eight satellite cities.

The central city of Tutlam was undoubtedly a major city that combined power, technology, and financial wealth, while the surrounding cities focused more on developing production, involving all walks of life.

This is also why Zhang Xuezhou rarely saw any production factories or similar facilities after entering Tutlam City.

However, the theological and technological buildings in Tutlam were extremely concentrated.

"Is the roar of your Tu'er spirit a beast's cry?"

Zhang Xuezhou had extremely strong perception. Although he was at least a hundred meters Ren Anran, and the shrine was even farther away, Zhang Xuezhou's ears still picked up the relevant sounds.

This surprised him somewhat.

While waiting for the situation to develop and end, Zhang Xuezhou also tried to ask as many questions as possible to learn more about the matter.

"That's divine language," Tulcarando corrected. "That sound signifies divine approval; how could you hear it from this far away?"

"Is this all there is to your verification?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously, "Don't you need to have your genes tested?"

We believe in God, not genes!

Turkalando's response left Zhang Xuezhou speechless.

In such a place, it is not only necessary to adapt to the customs of the Turs, but also to change one's own mindset. If he tries to view things through the Scarlet Alliance State, it will inevitably lead to disaster.

This is like trying to impose human concepts on Demon Race to enforce laws and discipline—it simply won't work.

He had just arrived at the important territory of the Tuer clan, and too many things had happened in a short period of time. He had even been locked in a room by Tuercolando.

Looking at the window with only a small opening, and after asking Turkalando again, Zhang Xuezhou was completely certain.

This made him feel that beneath the seemingly calm surface, several rounds of confrontation had likely already taken place.

Without confirming with Turcalando, he wouldn't even be sure if he was under house arrest.

This is an extremely unfriendly attitude, but as long as one is affected by Turcolando and cannot leave, it will undoubtedly be considered normal, and one will even leave with gratitude when the visit ends.

Even after things return to normal, few people would object to this.

"Within your Tuer tribe, isn't there only one voice?" Zhang Xuezhou asked incredulously.

"Under normal circumstances, the chieftain has the highest authority," Turkalando nodded.

"This makes me feel like I'm living in an autocratic feudal royal family," Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"You're not wrong to think that way," Turkalando agreed. "According to the standards in the book, some aspects of our situation do indeed meet the relevant feudal characteristics."

"And you?"

"I must have just been stripped of my title as crown prince!"

Turkalando made a comment.

She wandered around and saw people who were far beyond the old-fashioned people in her tribe, but she didn't feel disappointed. She even wanted to exchange lives with Ren Anran.

With Turkalandor's abilities, as long as she doesn't stubbornly venture into the secret locations of various countries, she can live a good life.

But just a few seconds after she complained, a look of fear appeared on her face.

"I..."

"Close the window and don't look towards the shrine!"

More than a hundred meters away, Turcolando seemed to sense something, and shouted as his gaze swept over the houses.

"The power within me is draining away; God Tu'er is taking back my abilities!"

After Zhang Xuezhou quickly pushed the small window shut, Turkalando seemed to improve a little, but she quickly returned to her previous state of terror after explaining her situation.

The idea that jade disappears and people die flashed into her mind, and only then did Tulcarando realize the truth behind this saying.

A chill ran down her spine involuntarily.

"I might get whipped to death!"

As if a major artery had been severed, the rapid loss of strength made it difficult for Turkalando to stand steadily, and he appeared somewhat unsteady.

Her face quickly turned pale, and bluish veins began to stand out.

She is now deactivating her Spiritual Qi, just as she was activating it.

This price allowed Tulcarando to quickly understand why her mother was bound to the shrine, why she responded with a bitter smile when she talked about her mother, and she also understood the price she had to pay for the freedom she desired. Furthermore, she understood why Ren Anran was so quickly recognized as the new successor upon their first meeting...

Many things she couldn't understand quickly flashed through her mind.

But her mother probably didn't realize that the cost of withdrawing would be too high for Turcalando to bear.

"Help... help me!"

The saying "The jade lives while the person lives, the jade dies when the person dies" is a dogma of experience. The successors of the Tuer clan have always fought each other, with the winner living and the loser dying.

Before Turkalando, no one had ever been so humble as to offer a Soul Jade representing inheritance, nor had anyone had enough experience to handle such a matter.

Clearly, this attempt had extremely serious consequences.

The one who took her life was not the eight elders, nor the large group of Turs arguing and cursing as they tried to burn her, but the Turs god who had once blessed her.

Within Turcalando's body, this energy was constantly being withdrawn, causing her body to feel devastated and bleeding profusely.

The only person Turkalando could call for help from was Zhang Xuezhou, who was only one meter away, and only she was the one he recognized as the 'messenger of the gods'.

She cried out for help softly, and her body began to sway as she fell to the ground.

"It seems to be Law Seals!"

The subtle fluctuations of Law Power shone through the glass window and reflected onto Turcalandor.

Perhaps because Turkalando had been wandering around far from the shrine for many years, or perhaps because Turkalando was not wearing a Soul Jade, the strength of this Law Seals was not very high.

Zhang Xuezhou observed carefully for more than ten seconds, and then pointed it out with his finger.

It is difficult for a lower-level cultivator to erase the Law Seals of a higher-level cultivator, but when the Law Seals is weak and dim, he only needs to lend a helping hand.

Even the Law Seals on Turcalandor wasn't particularly strong.

His fingertips shimmered with a pale blue Law Power light, which he then touched to the spot where Turcalandor wore the Soul Jade.

A soft, yielding sensation spread through his body, followed by a sound like glass shattering on Turkalandor's skin. Meanwhile, the ancient, behemoth-like roar from within the shrine was tinged with anger and confusion.

"Hold back your abilities, don't let him discover them!"

Seeing that Turkalando had caught his breath, Zhang Xuezhou gave her a word of advice as he withdrew his hand.

He recalled the destroyed Law Seals and felt as if he had encountered someone similar to him in the real world for the first time.

"Could it be some kind of demon?"

He pondered for a few seconds, finding it difficult to understand the deities worshipped by the Tur people.

In his past speculations, he mostly believed that the Tuer tribe's gods were similar to extraterrestrial demons, or were powerful beings who had defeated extraterrestrial demons, but this situation made him somewhat doubt his own judgment.

Based on the low growl, he even began to think that the other party belonged to some kind of demon.

"Demon?"

Even when this idea crossed his mind, Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to understand why such an environment in reality could have the potential to produce demons.