My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 539 - 476: The monks outside are too wild!

Chapter 539: Chapter 476: The monks outside are too wild!

Both Perfected, one old and one young, didn’t interrupt, nor did they express their stance. They just stood there, silently watching like bystanders.

The clan elders seemed accustomed to the silence of these two senior members. After a quarter of an hour of squabbling, the Great Elder finally made the decision.

Let’s not overreact, just find some easily expendable Heterodox Dao scapegoat and deal with it accordingly.

With that, the meeting concluded.

After the people dispersed, the two Perfected looked at each other.

An ancient and a young one.

The senior, a middle-stage Perfected, his face was full of wrinkles, his hair and beard were white, and he was enveloped in a gloomy, deathly aura.

Clearly, he was nearing the end of his life, not knowing which day he would pass away. At this point, he was merely hanging on.

The younger one, on the other hand, was full of vigor, but only recently entered the Perfected Realm. His strength was limited.

For an ordinary Perfected family, such a situation was actually decent since there were no gaps in succession.

But their Chu Family was reputed for their Infant Gods. Now the situation couldn’t get any worse.

Both remained silent. The elder was willing but unable, he no longer had the strength to intervene.

The young one, Chu Hao, had a low profile for many years. If it weren’t for his sudden promotion to Perfected, hardly anyone in the clan would have noticed him.

After breaking through to Perfected, Chu Hao maintained this attitude, making the clan believe he bore some resentment. They left him alone for many years.

The elders felt guilty and showed him preferential treatment, but Chu Hao was indifferent. He remained somewhat detached from clan affairs, making it hard for the clan to approach him.

The old man looked at Chu Hao and moved his lips as if wanting to say something.

But Chu Hao stood up directly and bowed to the aged Perfected, then turned and left.

"Sigh!" The elder watched him leave and sighed regretfully, "Our Chu family has been led astray by this old man’s incompetence. I feel too ashamed to face our ancestors!"

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After leaving the hall, Chu Hao went straight back to his own mansion, passed through several buildings, and entered a room in a side hall.

At this moment, the candles in the room flickered, casting a bloody light that gave the room an eerie atmosphere.

As Chu Hao pushed the door open, a faint smell of blood filled the room. Everything inside appeared blood red.

A large blood formation covered the entire room, filled with dark objects like blood, bones, and poison.

At the core of the array, an ugly cloth doll was nailed with long silver needles, seemingly engraved with text.

"Leader!"

"Leader!"

As Chu Hao closed the door, figures emerged from the room’s shadows - five sacrificing monks of various levels of cultivation.

Chu Hao gave a slight nod, glanced at the completed blood formation altar, and asked, "Have we acquired the mediums?"

One monk reached out and presented three items - a tattered Taoist robe, a Magical Tool Cane, and a Blood Red Skull.

"These are the items related to Murong Cheng that we’ve found. The magical tool was used by him in his early years, along with this suspected tattered robe."

"As for the last item······ this is a mortal from his direct bloodline - his own grandchild."

Chu Hao frowned slightly, "Don’t we have anything closer to him, like hair?"

All five monks shook their heads in unison.

"Alright, we proceed then!" Chu Hao said with a slightly furrowed brow.

The five monks fell silent and one hesitated before adding,

"Leader, shall we wait a little longer? We received a message from the Sect and support is supposedly on its way. Furthermore, the Young Clan Leader disappears unexpectedly, I guess it must be the leader of the second group, he probably had already returned to the Faction."

Chu Hao shook his head, "Considering the situation of the Sect now, they don’t have the time to bother with our affairs. Even if help comes, they’ll send a Perfected. We’ll have to show them a fight."

"Moreover, Murong Cheng can hardly bear it any longer. It is better for us to take the initiative than to wait to be attacked by him. Let’s send that old man to meet the Yama."

The five monks fell silent once more. No one argued.

They all took their places around the Blood Formation, while Chu Hao stepped into the center of the altar and crumbled all three mediums, merging them into the body of the hideous, cursed doll in the center.

Already quite ugly, the cloth doll was instantly filled with yellowing stains, as if it had just been fished out of a filthy gutter, and an ominous aura permeated the room.

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While preparation was underway, unbeknownst to everyone, two people were standing on the rooftop across from the side hall.

A devil’s eye formed from a ghost fog and projected the scenes inside the room.

"So, it turns out Uncle Chu Hao is the leader of the first team!" Chu Ziyu watched the scene and exclaimed.

"Are they preparing to perform a ritual?" Wang Zijia became interested, looking at the center of the screen, he asked the cursed doll, "Is this Murong Cheng you mentioned the backbone of the Murong family that is at odds with our Chu family?"

"Yes, father. Our feud with the Murong family has lasted for several generations." There was a cold light in Chu Ziyu’s eyes as he answered.

"This old man had a few private conflicts with you, didn’t he, father? And he didn’t get any advantage from them. Now, it seems that he is about to die, trying to force you to appear. He wants to pull you down with him."

"If I remember correctly, this Murong Cheng is just a late-stage monk in the Perfected Realm, possessing pseudo soul combat power, is that right?" Wang Zijia recalled this information.

"That is right. When their top God Monarch was dying, he found that there was no one to succeed him in his clan. So he used his strong mana to raise a fierce ghost, obliterating his spiritual wisdom, and refined it into a ghost artifact which could be passed down."

"But fierce ghosts are not that easy to control. After losing their spiritual wisdom, they need to be integrated with a soul artifact for control. During this process, the ghost artifact absorbs the user’s Yang Qi and Yang life, causing the person to become frail, short-lived, and it could even affect their offspring."

"Therefore, almost every main descendant of their family suffers from tuberculosis, and this situation has almost lasted for seven hundred years without a person who has a chance to realize the Infant God. It can be said that this artifact is both their achievement and their downfall."

As the two families had a clear-cut feud, Chu Ziyu had a very detailed understanding of the Murong family.

At this moment, everything in the room was ready, and the young Chu Hao was already in position, ready to perform rituals.

"Father, aren’t we going down?" Chu Ziyu asked upon seeing this.

"Let’s have a look first and see what his curse technique cultivation is like!" Wang Zijia replied with an interested expression on his face.

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In the room, after everything was ready, six people sat cross-legged. The blood formation beneath them began to glow red, giving the room which was already lit by candlelight an even more eerie feeling.

As the array of the magical alter lit up, the actions of the five people around were very united.

They all slapped their chests in unison!

"Pfft······"

A stream of pure essence blood was spat out, and turned into a strange nutrient, falling into the array.

Under the entanglement of the eerie aura, the five people became not only listless and weak, but their appearance also aged a bit and a few white hairs appeared on their heads.

This crude method made Wang Zijia, who was outside the room, involuntarily twitch the corners of his mouth.

What the hell are they cultivating, this curse technique? They still dare to organize ritul?!

Aren’t you part of Wanyu Dark Department??

Even the Chu family who rarely return to the sect are better than this... Alright, I forgive you for being incompetent.

While Wang Zijia was deep in thoughts, the movements inside the house weren’t paused.

The young Chu Hao was even more ruthless. He took out a knife from his hand, directly cut a wound on his own wrists, and the bright fresh blood instantly stained the center of the altar.

He continued his movements, cutting a few times on his chest and thigh very decisively.

Even though he was in the Perfected Realm, he hadn’t completely gotten rid of physical limitations. Thus, Chu Hao’s face turned pale, and his breath became weak.

However, he didn’t seem to mind it, letting his blood flow as his hands kept forming seals.

Ashe cast spell after spell, the cursed doll in the center absorbed many bloodstains and its filthy body turned a bit red, appearing to be more lively.

"O Master, there are evil ghosts causing disturbance amongst the living, consuming human souls, destroying wealth and injuring people, breaking up families and causing death, they’ve committed countless sins."

"Today, as a disciple, I have convened this curse ritual to close the Ghost Gate, bring up the Plague Road, and take away human lives - their three souls and seven spirits, leaving them completely lifeless!"

The young man kept casting seals and performing rituals. As he lost a good amount of blood, his face was startlingly pale, and he seemed extremely weak.

Unreassured, he took out a pile of miscellaneous things, trying to enhance the curse technique.

With the enhancement, he had to pay more. Chu Hao almost lost half of his life. The aura of the cursed doll became more and more eerie, but it felt more alive.

Watching this, Wang Zijia squinted his eyes. Just when he thought that Chu Hao would use some other method to curse the person...

"Pfft!"

To his shock, the guy started stabbing the cursed doll with his bloodstained dagger right under Wang Zijia’s everyone watch!

"Pfft...So it’s a hard curse, right? It values brutality and simplicity, right?"

"You prepared a lot at the beginning, you gave enough offerings, you even took off your pants, and at the last moment, instead of being gentle, you just rampaged!!!"

"If you had used a bit of strategy, you could have let the person half-push and half-submit, right?"

"But in the end, after offering so much, you just stormed it. I really... this is... too fucking much! Are all the Heterodox Dao outside so unprofessional?!"

"Pfft, pfft!"

While Wang Zijia was lost in thought, Chu Hao took out a knife and stabbed the cursed doll furiously, hitting all vital parts.

Shockingly, the cursed doll started to bleed. Its wounds tried to heal, but the other forces attached to the doll stopped it.

"Which demon dares to curse and plot against me in secret!"

In the next moment, a voice of rebuke echoed throughout the entire city. A huge figure of a demon king ghost emerged. After looking around, it shot towards Chu Family’s direction.

This tremendous movement instantly alarmed countless cultivators in the city.