“Very well, I accept you. Serve the Taihan Sacred Court, and in the future, there will surely be a place for you among the sages of the Longevity World,” Kun Wei said, unable to contain his excitement.
Puh Heng Sage breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to save his life, at least for now.
Kun Wei Sage looked at Puh Heng and said, “Show me the punch technique you used.”
“Yes, this punch is called the Dao-Crushing Fist. It was taught to me by a senior many years ago,” Puh Heng replied. As he spoke, he began to demonstrate the Dao-Crushing Fist with meticulous precision, ensuring that every trace of the Dao aura and rules within the technique were clearly visible.
He understood Kun Wei’s intention. Kun Wei wanted to use the Dao aura from this punch to track down Lan Xiaobu.
As Puh Heng Sage unleashed the punch, Kun Wei’s eyes lit up with excitement. The punch carried a curse aura, which meant it would be easier to trace Lan Xiaobu.
“Your punch carries a curse aura. Does it have any connection to the Curse Technique?” Kun Wei asked.
“Yes, many years ago, I happened to meet the Curse Sage, Senior Fang. He casually taught me this Dao-Crushing Fist. Since I haven’t practiced the Great Curse Technique, this punch is somewhat similar to a minor curse-based fist technique. If we can find the Curse Sage, Fang Zhifan, we can definitely locate Lan Xiaobu. Even if Lan Xiaobu is hiding in a Chaos World, we should be able to pinpoint his general location,” Puh Heng Sage replied respectfully.
For Kun Wei, a Second Revolution Sage, knowing the general location—even if it spanned hundreds of thousands of miles—would be enough to find Lan Xiaobu.
What excited Kun Wei even more was that the Curse Sage, Fang Zhifan, was currently at the Taihan Sacred Court. Moreover, Kun Wei knew something Puh Heng didn’t: if someone was marked by curse Dao aura, Fang Zhifan could locate them in the shortest time possible. Even if Lan Xiaobu was hiding in a Chaos World, Fang Zhifan could sense the general direction of the curse Dao aura.
If Lan Xiaobu had been struck by a curse-derived technique, Fang Zhifan would be able to sense it.
Kun Wei immediately sent a message, summoning Fang Zhifan to this location. He wasn’t in a hurry because he knew that curse Dao aura wasn’t something that could be easily removed. If Lan Xiaobu’s cultivation level were higher than Puh Heng’s, it might take a few hundred years to dispel the curse Dao aura. But since Lan Xiaobu was weaker than Puh Heng, it could take tens of thousands of years—or perhaps he would never be able to remove it.
…
Meanwhile, Lan Xiaobu had returned to the Cosmic Dimension Model, where he was frantically studying the Great Curse Technique. The curse Dao aura from Puh Heng’s punch was terrifying. If it weren’t for the fact that he had the Great Curse Technique, it would have taken him years to dispel the curse aura.
However, with the Great Curse Technique, as long as he mastered it, he could instantly remove the curse aura from his body.
The Longevity Dao Tree swayed as Lan Xiaobu continued to comprehend the technique. In just three days, Lan Xiaobu opened his eyes and waved his hand, releasing a Dao aura.
A faint curse aura spread out with his punch. In the next moment, after circulating his energy for just one cycle, the curse Dao aura left by Puh Heng’s punch vanished completely.
Incredible, Lan Xiaobu thought to himself. This was just a minor technique derived from the Great Curse Technique, containing only a trace of curse Dao aura. What would the full Great Curse Technique be like?
If the Great Curse Technique were unleashed on a city or even an entire planet, the curse aura would spread everywhere, leaving nothing alive. It could easily destroy a planet or even an entire realm. Lan Xiaobu realized he had to eliminate the Curse Sage, the Destruction Sage, and the Life-Ending Sage. None of them could be left alive.
Lan Xiaobu couldn’t understand why such heaven-defying techniques like the Great Curse Technique, the Great Destruction Technique, and the Great Life-Ending Technique existed. These techniques were designed to destroy life and planets.
Lan Xiaobu knew he had only just begun to grasp the Great Curse Technique. While he could easily dispel the curse Dao aura from his body, he was still far from being able to fully wield the Great Curse Technique.
If he wanted to kill Fang Zhifan, he not only needed to improve his cultivation but also fully comprehend the Great Curse Technique. Once he mastered the Great Curse Technique, he would also need to learn the Great Life-Ending Technique.
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“Senior…” Puh Heng Sage stared in shock at Fang Zhifan, who stood before him. He never expected to meet the Curse Sage in person.
Fang Zhifan’s face was as pale as paper, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole. His eyes carried a sinister aura, as if they could burst with malice at any moment.
Fang Zhifan glanced at Puh Heng Sage and nodded without saying a word. However, his inner emotions were far from calm. He remembered teaching a fist technique to Puh Heng many years ago.
The reason he had taught Puh Heng a curse-derived fist technique was because he had been accompanying the Sage of Divination, Ku Yi, at the time.
Ku Yi Sage might not have been as powerful as the top sages, but his reputation was well-known. Ku Yi Sage was not skilled in combat; instead, he excelled in divination. He could calculate the workings of the heavens, the past and future of individuals, and even their next reincarnation.
According to Ku Yi’s calculations, Puh Heng Sage would one day encounter the person who would steal his Great Curse Technique scroll. By teaching Puh Heng a technique imbued with curse Dao aura, Puh Heng would eventually use it to severely injure the person who stole the Great Curse Technique.
Fang Zhifan recalled asking Ku Yi Sage why someone who had obtained the Great Curse Technique would be injured by a mere curse-derived technique. Ku Yi had explained that the person would have so many treasures that they wouldn’t have bothered to learn the Great Curse Technique.
It was because of Ku Yi’s divination that Fang Zhifan had taught Puh Heng the fist technique. Otherwise, what was Puh Heng to him? Why would Fang Zhifan, the Curse Sage, teach a mere pseudo-sage?
Now, seeing Puh Heng again and being urgently summoned by Kun Wei, it was likely related to the Great Curse Technique.
“Fellow Daoist Fang, I need your help today,” Kun Wei said politely.
Fang Zhifan smiled, though his sinister aura made it hard to tell if he was genuinely smiling. “The Sacred Emperor is too kind. I have received much help from you. This small matter is nothing.”
Kun Wei turned to Puh Heng and said, “Explain the situation to Fellow Daoist Fang.”
“Yes,” Puh Heng Sage bowed again and recounted how he had severely injured Lan Xiaobu.
As expected, Fang Zhifan struggled to contain his excitement. He bowed to Kun Wei and said, “Sacred Emperor, I have a request.”
Kun Wei waved his hand. “Fellow Daoist Fang, please speak. We have known each other for a long time. No need for formalities.”
“Very well,” Fang Zhifan took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner desire. “This Lan Xiaobu likely possesses my Great Curse Technique. I hope that once we capture him, I can reclaim the Great Curse Technique.”
“What?!” Kun Wei was stunned. How many treasures did Lan Xiaobu have? Not only did he possess the Great Cutting Technique, but also the Great Curse Technique? And let’s not forget the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations.
But then Kun Wei quickly realized that this was the heaven-defying technique he had been longing for. He immediately said, “Of course, the Great Curse Technique belongs to you, Fellow Daoist Fang. If we find it, it will naturally be returned to you. I have long admired the Great Curse Technique. Would you allow me to study it once it’s recovered?”
For Kun Wei, mastering the Great Curse Technique was a must. If he could obtain Lan Xiaobu’s Dao Monarch Seal and learn the Great Curse Technique, who could stop him from attaining the Nine Revolutions Sage realm?
As for returning the Great Curse Technique to Fang Zhifan? That was out of the question.
Even though he had never practiced a heaven-defying technique, Kun Wei knew that the power of a technique wielded with its original scroll was on a completely different level compared to one without.
In other words, using the Great Curse Technique with its original scroll would be far more powerful than using it without.
“Of course, this was part of our agreement,” Fang Zhifan quickly replied.
“But if Lan Xiaobu has the Great Curse Technique and has learned it, could he dispel the curse Dao aura left by Puh Heng’s Dao-Crushing Fist?” This was Kun Wei’s greatest concern. If they couldn’t capture Lan Xiaobu, everything would be for nothing.
Fang Zhifan chuckled. “Sacred Emperor, rest assured. Lan Xiaobu hasn’t started learning the Great Curse Technique yet. Moreover, the Great Curse Technique isn’t something that can be mastered easily. Without reaching the Quasi-Sage realm, it would take tens of thousands of years to learn.”
As he spoke, Fang Zhifan began to use the Great Curse Technique to trace the Dao aura. Having lost the Great Curse Technique scroll, he was desperate to reclaim it.
Even though Fang Zhifan wasn’t fully unleashing the Great Curse Technique, Puh Heng’s expression changed, and he quickly retreated. He felt a withering aura spreading through the space, as if the most terrifying poison in the universe had been released. The curse aura was so potent that if he didn’t retreat quickly, his lifespan would be drained away.
Not only Puh Heng, but even Kun Wei’s expression shifted. He had tried to estimate the power of the Great Curse Technique, but the curse Dao aura was far more terrifying than he had imagined. And this was just Fang Zhifan tracing the aura, not fully unleashing the technique.
If this curse technique were unleashed on an entire realm, no living being would survive.
Kun Wei, who had already decided not to return the Great Curse Technique scroll to Fang Zhifan, became even more resolute. No matter what, he couldn’t let anyone else possess the Great Curse Technique. This heaven-defying technique had to be under his control.
After just the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Fang Zhifan’s expression changed. He looked anxious and confused. His hand seals grew faster, and the curse aura in the space became denser.
Another hour passed, and Fang Zhifan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body collapsing in exhaustion.
“Fellow Daoist Fang, what’s wrong?” Kun Wei asked urgently.
Fang Zhifan took a moment to catch his breath, then turned to Puh Heng Sage. “Are you sure you severely injured Lan Xiaobu with your Dao-Crushing Fist?”
