Chapter 1144: Zhuyou Technique

"The fundamental principle of a curse lies in using causality techniques to affect the opponent's fortune, vitality, and spirit, plunging them into a trance and disrupting the delicate balance of yin, yang, and the five elements within their body."

"The concept of causality is something the master should have already explained to you; anything that can be observed or perceived can establish a causal link, and the shadow-recording orb satisfies the 'observable' condition of that bond."

In the ancestral temple, Qinghe explained the foundational knowledge of cursing techniques in detail to Lu Yang and Yun Mengmeng, while Ao Ling and the others already possessed an understanding of the craft, some even as deeply as Ao Ling herself.

Presently, Tenghuang City possessed over a hundred evolved beings adept at flight; these individuals were mobilized as a unified force, tasked with patrolling the perimeter of the base daily to scout for signs of an approaching beast tide.

Arrogant and domineering, his will brooked no defiance; even as he spoke, he turned on his heel to leave, and his three attendants immediately followed, one of them stepping forward to clutch Jiang Chen's arm, dragging him along.

"The camera." Yet it was precisely during the acne-faced youth's prolonged bewilderment that Jiang Chen's hand reached across.

He swung his blade and shattered the plate, but a stray piece of broken porcelain sliced a bloody streak across his face. This completely enraged him; shoving the photograph into his pocket, a sinister gleam resurfaced in his eyes as his blade slashed toward me once more. If he had harbored a shred of hesitation before, wishing only to capture me first, he was now striking with lethal intent.

On the following day, Lu Yao arrived at the Chancellery of the Palace Guard at dawn as usual to wait, yet he was still denied entry into the estate and was sent back when evening fell.

Zhang Yang saw the expressions shifting across her pretty face and, unwilling to entangle himself any further, spoke after changing the subject.

"Do I really look that much like a pervert?" Stroking his face with his hand, Jiang Chen murmured in dejection.

We listened to the station announcements in silence until, at last, the train swayed slightly and rolled into Xizhimen Station, the final stop. At that moment, we were all thoroughly perplexed, because up until now, nothing unusual had occurred. The train quite naturally moved onto the reversal track. It was on the verge of entering the subway depot for maintenance.

Imhotep was absolutely certain that his head had never been caught in a door, nor had it been kicked by a donkey. Therefore, he would rather believe he had been killed in a sneak attack by the Machinedramon during his escape than accept such a preposterous lie.

Lin Renzhao let out a timid smile; though Xu Zhigao had offered only a modest compliment, he already appeared somewhat embarrassed by it.

"You bastard of a host, say one more word of nonsense and see if I don't tear your mouth apart?!" No sooner were the words spoken than a silver spear pierced the floorboards directly between the host's legs; knowing it was unwise to linger, the host vanished without a trace the moment he blurted out, "Begin!"

If they could bring it back to the sect for alchemy or consume it directly, the cultivation of both individuals would achieve significant advancement.

Liu Mang scrambled forward in a desperate rush, his hand slapping across Mike James's