Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 229: The Ancestor’s Science Pop Class

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: The Ancestor’s Science Pop Class

"The Love Spell, on the other hand, is similar to the effects of the Love Poisonous Insect, with one difference: the Love Poisonous Insect causes both men and women who take it to fall irrevocably in love with each other and needs to be taken by both parties, but the Love Spell makes the cursed individual only capable of loving the spell-caster."

"So you’re saying that as long as someone casts the Love Spell, the person who is cursed has no active role or chance to reject it?" Fu Shiyan asked after listening.

Jiangli nodded, giving him an approving look, "Exactly. That’s why the Love Spell is considered a forbidden technique in Xuanmen. Legitimate Xuanmen practitioners cannot use this thing. Those who do are following an evil path."

"So, so you mean to say, I, I have been cursed with a Love Spell?" Shang Junxiao exclaimed in shock.

Jiangli hummed in affirmation, "Right, the Love Spell is made by soaking one’s hair in their blood for forty-nine days, and then it can be planted inside the body of the cursed person. There’s no real difficulty to it; basically, anyone who knows the method could give it a try."

Shang Junxiao: "..."

Wen Zishu trembled slightly, "That, that’s terrifying, isn’t it easy for someone to harm another person if they wish?"

"The Love Spell doesn’t really have any harmful effects per se; it just makes you listen to the spell-caster, fall in love with them, and be controlled," Jiangli paused for a moment, "Similar to another kind of Puppetry Technique, you understand?"

Wen Zishu: "..."

Could he say he didn’t understand?

Jiangli didn’t expect him to understand and carelessly waved a hand, "Anyway, that’s pretty much what it is. The moment I saw you, I sensed that you were showing signs of soul capture, but the control over your soul isn’t complete, so it’s not a specialized Soul Capturing Technique."

That’s why when she had probed earlier at Shang Junxiao’s life and soul, and saw a tangle of lines, she had suspected that it might be a Love Spell.

However, she never would have imagined that those pink and tender lines were actually human hair.

She truly had seen something new.

"Then, what can we do, can it be resolved?" Shang Junxiao was on the verge of tears.

Jiangli said, "Although the Love Spell can be used unilaterally, its effect is unstable, and it is easily destroyed. So, in truth, if someone really wants to curse another, the Love Poisonous Insect is more reliable. The person who cast the Love Spell on you is not very proficient in their cultivation."

Shang Junxiao: "..."

He should thank the low proficiency of his spell-caster’s cultivation.

Otherwise, would he still be able to sit here?

Shang Junxiao shed a torrent of bitter tears for himself and asked, "Then is there any way to resolve it?"

"Resolution is simple, but don’t you want to know who cast the spell on you?" Jiangli fiddled with the strand of hair.

Shang Junxiao felt uneasy at the sight of the strand of hair, wailing inwardly.

Abbot, can you please not talk to me while holding that strand of hair?!

But right now he dared not voice these thoughts, and all he could say was, "I, I of course want to know, but can it be traced?"

"From the look of your life force just now, the person who put the curse on you isn’t closely connected with you, which proves it isn’t someone nearby. However, this person knows you well and had the opportunity to plant the hair into your body. Think carefully, has there been any strange person around you recently? Not someone who’s with you every day, just a passerby, appearing in a flash?"

Shang Junxiao thought carefully, a bewildered expression on his face, "Who could that person be? I, I just shuttle between my apartment and the office every day. I don’t see many people on the road, and when I go out for performances, there are staff from the company accompanying me all the way... I really can’t recall anyone suspicious."

After a moment of silence, Jiangli reached out again, "Give me your hand."

Without thinking, Shang Junxiao placed his hand in Jiangli’s.

Jiangli grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

Shang Junxiao jumped in fright.

For some reason, he also felt a hint of cold wind blowing over from the side.