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Chapter 94: Held Rituals

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Held Rituals

Using his knowledge from the Five Ghosts Divine Power, Wang Zijia used the essence blood of some monsters to once again draw a bloody great array on the floor and walls of his basement. In the center of this array, he set up an altar using spiritual objects from the Underworld.

The entire altar held a morbid artistic style. It was constructed with bones and embellished with poisons, making it extraordinarily eerie.

due to gaps in his knowledge of the magic door, Wang Zijia had to compensate by using a considerable amount of valuable resources. After making several mistakes and wasting a good amount of spiritual materials, he finally managed to construct the haunting Underworld altar.

In the dimly lit basement, a bloody talisman array took up the entire space.

In the very center of the array where the runes converged, a square bone platform, built with various beast bones, stood erect. It was approximately one meter per side and several dozen centimeters high.

The center of the bone platform held a concave bone basin, consisting of several skull heads that were adorned with tattoo-like patterns of both top-grade mortal poisonous creatures and one poisonous creature of child-grade.

The combination of the blood formation, bone platform, skull basin, and poisonous creature tattoos made for an eerily sinister altar.

Wang Zijia carefully injected a bit of mana, and the crimson array began to flicker with an eerie red light. Following that, dots of ghost fire began to emerge from the concave basin at the center of the altar, which was formed by beast bones and skull heads.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t proceed immediately but turned and left the basement to bathe and change his clothes diligently.

Although the altar he set up was not a traditional one, he still intended to follow the traditional process.

When he returned to the basement, his heart had completely calmed down.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath, and then, he retrieved the six spell-media remnants he had prepared for that day.

The six targets he had chosen for today were all high-quality targets that Wang Zijia had selected from hundreds of candidates. Each one was remarkable.

Not only were they wealthy, but they also held some hope of becoming a Sacrificial Wine.

Among the six remnants left behind, four were hair, while the remaining two were remnants materials, collected from their living items using highly absorptive low-grade spiritual soil.

Name: Yan Yingyi

Gender: Male

Stage: Advanced Pupil

Cultivation: Hundred-year Cultivation

Age: Seventy-nine years

Position: Storage manager of the Qifu Faction’s Paper Kite Tower

Background: Born into a humble family, he was admitted to the sect through the Grand Selection seventy years ago. He’s a standout among those with a medium-grade Spiritual Root. Sixty years ago, he married into the Zhang family. With the strong support of the Zhang family, he gained access to top-tier resources such as the Rune Gradual Advancement Technique and the apprenticeship quota in the Paper Kite Tower.

At age twenty, he became an advanced pupil and aimed to become a Sacrificial Wine. However, he still lacked some talent. Despite his deep understanding of six of the Paper Kite Talisman Bird Nine Techniques, representing his Dao foundation gate, he hit a bottleneck on the seventh technique and made no progress.

Gradually, he was no longer the primary focus of training for the Zhang family. After struggling fruitlessly for more than twenty years, he accepted his fate. He began to take on many of the Zhang family’s connections and gather resources for the next generation.

Due to his talent, he learned a lot in over thirty years, with an extensive and diverse range of knowledge. However, he didn’t have any remarkable expertise, so he amassed a sizeable fortune as a result.

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"It will be you!" Wang Zijia, out of the six mediums, picked up the hair belonging to Yan Yingyi and threw it into the depression in the skull-formed basin.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zijia pulled out a jade box, carefully opened the seal, and a faint smell of Evil Seed permeated the air.

These weren’t the Evil Seeds that Wang Zijia had initially retained from the Ghost Sheep, but instead, some Evil Seeds that he had intentionally saved during the purification at the Huang Family Valley.

Wang Zijia carefully peeled off a very thin strand of contamination and then resealed the jade box and put the lid back on carefully.

First, he restrained the contamination of the ghost baby in his hand and set it aside, just to be safe. He then turned his attention back to the altar in front of him.

At this point, everything was ready!

So, it was time to start the ritual!

With his thoughts settled, Wang Zijia sat cross-legged before the bone altar, fifty centimeters high. As his mana surged, he activated a spell.

"Magic Door: Five Ghosts Bewildering Heart Curse!"

As the spell activated, Yan Yingyi’s hair in the center of the altar, under the burning of the deep cold ghost fire spewed from the eyes of each skull, turned into a wisp of green smoke.

The ghost-head tattoo on Wang Zijia’s chest also came alive at this moment, rushing into the altar and swallowing that wisp of aura, disappearing without a trace.

At that moment, Wang Zijia, who had his eyes closed, sensed a target in the dark.

The normal process of a curse would now call for a sacrifice of power, such as lifespan, essence blood, essence energy, or even self-harm, in order to penetrate the curse with power.

But his goal wasn’t to curse the other party in the first place.

Upon sensing the target, a red copper weight appeared on Wang Zijia’s forehead. An odd golden rune on the weight began to flicker with a spiritual light.

’Talent: Spiritual Root Seed Demon!’

Within the wave of mana, the Five Ghosts Bewildering Heart Curse showed no apparent changes externally, but internally, it had transformed into the power of the demon seed.

Entering with the demon seeding power wrapped in the curse, due to the stealthiness of the curse technique, everything proceeded silently.

Yes, Wang Zijia intended to use the curse technique as a medium to attempt seeding a demon.

Aside from being more powerful than first-grade spells, second-order methods had an additional characteristic: they could be combined.

First-grade spells, aside from some special auxiliary techniques, were mostly used individually and in a fixed way.

For example, the Fireball Technique could only produce fireballs, and the Earth Spear Technique could only cast earth spears. But the second-order methods could be used in combination, such as launching flaming earth spears or exploding earth spears.

Of course, this also had its conditions; the spells used in combination must be somewhat compatible.

And the condition for success of his talent, Spiritual Root Seed Demon, was to accomplish erosion. What could be more suitable than a curse, apart from the pollution of an evil seed?

Moreover, compared to the evil-seed medium, the curse medium was even more stealthy. Wit overcomes wit; it was completely undetectable.

After all, the essence of a curse technique was to execute the curse silently. Before the curse was put into effect, it was difficult to detect.

This was the best way, Wang Zijia thought, that he could use to seed demons into strangers at present.

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After a while, as the ghost fire in the altar burned, the curse began, and a faint, sinister aura rose.

At this moment, Wang Zijia suddenly opened his eyes, and with a sweeping expression on his face, emitted a big puff of his qi from his mouth.

For others, this puff of qi not only represented three years of Dao cultivation, it would also plunge them into weakness. After all, cultivation wasn’t a water bottle that you could fill and empty whenever you wanted.

But in the case of Wang Zijia, he directly converted his cultivation into qi, rather than forcing it from within himself. He didn’t have any concerns in this aspect. Evidently, he had no hesitation.

Feeling uneasy, he expelled a little more qi, using a total value of five hundred!

"The two puffs of qi I just emitted represent five years’ worth of provisions. I ask you, are you scared yet?"