Chapter 615: Chapter 608: Curse Killing

In the following days, Chen Hai’s thoughts were all focused on his cave mansion.

The small part of the mountain that served as the foundation was created by compressing the original mountain range.

Although there stood a stele at the foot of the mountain engraved with “Black Water Immortal Mountain,” if someone chose to ignore it, they could easily make their way up the mountain.

Unless Chen Hai set up an Array around it to seal the area…

Unfortunately, Arrays were complex and profound. Although he had read books on the subject, merely reading them gave him only a superficial understanding, far from mastering the art.

In his view, rather than spending time studying Arrays, it was better to devote effort to Cultivation. Once he reached a high enough realm and strong enough power, he might be able to break through seemingly powerful Arrays with a single punch.

Setting up an Array around Black Water Immortal Mountain? Chen Hai merely thought about it; he was too lazy to invest any effort in that.

After all, even if someone crossed the stele and made their way up, they could only stroll around the small part of the mountain that served as the foundation.

Only the top part of the entire Black Water Immortal Mountain was the true location of his cave mansion.

The original Miaozhen Cave Mansion had been directly renamed Black Water Immortal Mansion by Chen Hai.

Having refined the Spirit of the Cave Mansion, he had gained complete control over the entire Immortal Mansion.

It seemed to merge with the mountain transformed from the foundation below, but this mansion always appeared elusive, ethereal and misty, as if it could shift between reality and illusion.

If there were someone inside the Immortal Mansion, with a mere thought, Chen Hai could forcibly expel them.

Without his permission, outsiders could at most see the Immortal Mansion but could never actually touch it.

Thinking they could actually enter the Immortal Mansion was nothing but a joke.

Inside the cave mansion, at the summit, each palace was ready-made.

In the main palace for practicing, Chen Hai sat cross-legged.

“I’ve been busy with matters of the cave mansion for several days.”

“For now, this will have to do; as long as it’s usable, it’s fine.”

“Finally, I can have some peace to engage in closed-door strenuous Cultivation!” Speaking to himself, Chen Hai took out several bottles of Pills from his Storage Bag.

After examining and distinguishing the types of Pills, he opened one of them, poured out a pill, and prepared to pop it into his mouth.

“Wait, there’s something I still haven’t done before starting my Cultivation!”

Tilting his head, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead and awoke sharply, “The recreational activity I planned for adjusting my mind and body, how could I almost forget that?”

“Thank goodness, I still have some memory to recall this matter in time…”

While speaking, he took a grassman out of his Storage Bag and then found a piece of exotic beast skin, on which he wrote the name Luo Batian.

Placing the Mongolian skin grassman in front of him, Chen Hai chanted while recalling the face Luo Batian had once shown him.

…

Inside a Cultivation Room in the Qiu Mountain Territory headquarters of the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect,

Luo Batian, who had been sitting cross-legged, finally slowly opened his eyes.

“Damn it, who is cursing me?”

“I’ve been cooped up in this Cultivation Room for so long, just barely suppressing this curse’s power temporarily. To completely resolve this issue, it might take at least another year or two.”

“If I find out which bastard is scheming against me, I’ll wipe out his entire family, execute all his kin.”

…

Exhaustion covered him entirely, and Luo Batian seemed considerably more frail compared to his peak condition.

Gritting his teeth, his face twisted with resentment, he silently swore.

His Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect, which had retreated to the Qiu Mountain Territory, included a total of five True Immortals and True Demons in this group.

Compared to the Qianshan Territory, the overall strength of the Sects in Qiu Mountain Territory was slightly weaker, but the difference was not significant.

As one of the top combatants among this group, Luo Batian having been unable to fight because of this damn curse could only stay sequestered in this Cultivation Room.

This led to their Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect only being able to stabilize its footing within this region but never truly being able to dominate the surrounding forces.

Under the collective opposition of those forces, conflicts, both large and small, would occur every now and then.

Originally, the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect had intended to recuperate and accumulate power in this place…

But now, under such circumstances, if they wished to expand their discipleship widely, the other powers would surely oppose them collectively.

Whenever a conflict occurred, deaths were inevitable.

When they retreated to the Qiu Mountain Territory, Luo Batian and his group of followers originally numbered in the hundreds, yet now, although they managed to establish their footing, the number of cultivators had nearly halved.

Of course, the surrounding forces had also suffered heavy casualties.

If Luo Batian, a top combatant, had been intact and able to fight normally, their situation would definitely have been much better.

Perhaps they would have already subdued the surrounding forces.

Thinking of the curse on his body and the current plight of the sect, Luo Batian felt an intense hatred for the cause of his curse.

Standing up, he just thought to stretch his body when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

“That damned curse, it’s happening again!”

“Dammit, when will this end…” Muttering curses, Luo Batian hurriedly sat down cross-legged.

This time, the power of the curse he endured felt even more fierce than before.

In a daze, he saw a blur-faced youth in white, holding a blood-colored long knife, charging straight towards his eyes.

The next moment, with a ‘pop’ sound, Luo Batian’s eyes burst open, and his vision went pitch black, unable to see anything ever again.

…

In the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect near the Bloodthirsty Sect in the West Barbarian Mountain, atop the peak that had been renamed Black Water Immortal Mansion.

In the main hall where training took place, Chen Hai, who had been sitting cross-legged, muttering incantations, stopped his chant.

The original Seven-day Curse Killing Technique required piercing a Mongolian Skin grassman’s seven orifices with a Golden Needle.

Using this technique, he had cursed Luo Batian several times, but unfortunately, he had never been successful in actually killing him.

This time, Chen Hai had a sudden idea; while casting the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique, he replaced the Golden Needle with the Extremely Fierce Blade.

He thought that if this idea wasn’t feasible, at most the casting would fail, and it should not affect him in any way.

If it did work, perhaps the Extremely Fierce Blade, replacing the Golden Needle, would make the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique even more terrifying!

Compared to the slender Golden Needle, the blade of the Hongming Blade was a bit larger, but with Chen Hai’s strength, replacing the needle with the blade posed no difficulty.

After all, masters of the Sword Dao could produce thread-like Sword Qi; similarly, he could stab with the blade, turning its force into fine threads.

Having cursed Luo Batian for several days already, his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—six orifices—had been completely pierced by Chen Hai.

With the last stab, Chen Hai pierced directly into the ugly little mouth of the grassman.

Instantly, streams of fresh blood began seeping out from the seven orifices of the Mongolian Skin grassman, dyeing its entire body a blood-red color.

With a ‘bang…’ the grassman exploded then vanished into nothing.

“This result…”

“Could it be that Luo Batian was actually killed by my curse?”

Chen Hai paused, then with a puzzled expression, began to mutter to himself.

Cursing Luo Batian with the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique was beneficial to his body and mind, a rare form of entertainment during his Cultivation.

But now, if Luo Batian were truly dead, who would he curse in the future?

“Maybe I should use the Heavenly Mechanism Technique to find out if he is dead or alive?” After a moment of silence, Chen Hai mumbled to himself.

According to the normal casting procedure of the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique, after piercing the grassman’s seven orifices with the Golden Needle and causing it to bleed and explode, it indicated that the cursed target had completely died.

But now, after using the Hongming Blade instead of the Golden Needle, was the result the same? He was not entirely certain.