Star Sky Professional
Chapter 704 - 602: Paperman Curse

Chapter 704: Chapter 602: Paperman Curse

A few days later.

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long. Fellow Daoist, we shall meet again."

Fang Xing watched Taohong depart.

The old woman from before unexpectedly transformed into a woman in her thirties or forties, with a mature yet charming appearance.

The original steward disciple of the Paper Slave Valley had already turned into a dried corpse the size of a child...

During these days, Fang Xing had been unrestrained, using the ’Enchanting Soul Skill’ to extract all the information from the old man.

The most critical of which, of course, was the "Blood Paper Secret Scripture" and intelligence about the person connected to Qingmu Ridge.

After the interrogation was complete, Fang Xing was happy to do Taohong a favor and gave the old man to her to restore her lifespan.

Taohong was ruthless, with a strong and unyielding personality, without the idea of being a chaste maiden.

If this woman joined the Demon Path and got a bit lucky, she might indeed make a name for herself.

Fang Xing didn’t mind and quietly recalled the "Blood Paper Secret Scripture" content.

"Hmm... Qingmu Ridge has been at war with the Blood Shadow Sect, and actually, most of the secret techniques of the Paper Folding branch have been captured. In the ’Blood Paper Secret Scripture’, there are only a few techniques in use, and even the final ’Spiritual Illusory Paper House Cave’, which I haven’t learned."

In fact, Fang Xing had already touched upon the mysteries of the Paper House Cave when he refined the six Paper Generals previously.

If given more time, he might even deduce it on his own.

But now, having the original example is naturally better.

"Besides, there is that traitor who sold me out!"

Fang Xing’s expression turned cold, and a yellow paperman suddenly appeared in his hand as he mused, "That idiot conspired with the tiger but didn’t know that a trace of energy had long been left, refined into the paperman, serving as a medium for casting spells..."

"In the ’Blood Paper Secret Scripture’, there is such a spell. By attacking this paperman, one can curse the other party... colloquially known as ’hitting the villain.’

Of course, such spellcasting is greatly limited.

Firstly, it is naturally necessary to obtain the opponent’s aura, preferably including essence blood, date of birth, and so on.

The more detailed, the better the curse effect, the smaller the backlash.

Moreover, casting a spell beyond one’s level is most likely to incur backlash. For example, using Qi Sensing to curse Dao Foundation, or using Dao Foundation to curse Yin God, not only is there a high chance of failure, but even if successful, it comes at an extremely painful cost.

Finally, even if the curse succeeds, one must bear a certain backlash, with a high possibility of shortening one’s lifespan...

"This ’Paperman Curse’ is just right to cast."

Fang Xing let out a cold laugh.

If it were an ordinary Dao Foundation of the Paper Folding branch, it might only threaten the opponent.

But he intended for the opponent to die!

To use the ’Paperman Curse’ to curse a Dao Foundation target to death, one has to pay a great price.

But to Fang Xing, a little lifespan, what does it matter?

...

Qingmu Ridge, Shennong Hall.

"What? Junior Brother, you were actually ambushed by Corpse Chasing Sect cultivators working with the Blood Shadow Sect?"

Fei Changnong shivered upon hearing Fang Xing’s account: "Corpse Chasing Sect can spare the effort, could it be that there is a change in Three Extremes Pass involving Feijian Sect’s focus?"

No fools could cultivate to the Dao Foundation stage, and he thought of a possibility, his face turning pale.

"Junior Brother, your incident might not be an isolated one..." Fei Changnong pondered, then said cautiously, "Several other Dao Foundation Junior Brothers disappeared before; I found it strange. Now it seems related to Corpse Chasing Sect... A thorough investigation will surely reveal something. By the way, how did Junior Brother escape?"

Fang Xing smiled, slapped his Flying Squirrel Bag, and took out two boxes.

Opening them, they contained the heads of Xie Songshan and Chimei Shangren.

"These two heads should count for quite the battle merits, right?"

"Junior Brother, you actually killed these two people?"

Fei Changnong swallowed hard.

Even for him, at the Middle Realm Dao Foundation stage, managing to escape from these two mighty figures would be considered lucky.

"I also practiced the Paper Folding Skill alongside, barely achieving some results."

Fang Xing clapped his hands, and a Paper General briefly appeared, then shrank to palm size, which Fang Xing put into his Flying Squirrel Bag.

"Post Realm of Dao Foundation? To refine such a Paper General, it likely consumes a century of lifespan, right?"

Fei Changnong sensed Fang Xing’s realm: "Junior Brother, although you advanced to the Middle Realm of Dao Foundation... what about your lifespan?"

"I also noticed the trap in advance, otherwise, I might have died."

Fang Xing chuckled, but madness gleamed in his eyes.

"Alright, I accept these two heads, and the battle merits will surely be recorded under Junior Brother’s name." Fei Changnong solemnly bowed, carefully storing the two heads.

When Fang Xing’s tunneling light vanished into the distance, a red figure emerged from behind—it was the Red Senior Sister.

"He’s mad. I thought this Fang Junior Brother was solely focused on bitter cultivation, but he actually practiced the Paper Folding Skill and sacrificed so much lifespan?"

The Red Senior Sister felt a chill.

Thinking of her previous scheming made her break out in cold sweat.

After all, refining a Post Realm Dao Foundation Paper General might cost a century of lifespan. Calculating this, this Fang Xing Junior Brother doesn’t have many years left to live.

How terrifying is it for such a cultivator, on the brink of old age, alone, and with overwhelming power?

"He was forced, pity for Fang Xing Junior Brother..."

Fei Changnong sighed, then coldly said, "This attack on Fang Xing Junior Brother must be suspicious. There might be someone in our Shennong Hall secretly colluding with the Blood Shadow Sect, which is a great betrayal of the sect!"

The Red Senior Sister’s expression shifted: "Who is it?"

"There are only a few who can ascertain when Junior Brother Fang takes leave..."

Fei Changnong said, "Given Junior Brother’s temperament, he will surely take revenge. We shouldn’t interfere, and we might even give a hand!"

"Give a hand?"

Sister Hong was somewhat puzzled.

"Indeed, how many more years will Junior Brother Fang live? We helped this time, and in the future, we’ll be friends with him... He’s all alone, and his affairs after death must be handled properly and respectfully..."

Fei Changnong spoke compassionately.

This kind of madman, no one dares to provoke him while he’s alive, yet there are still those who want to take advantage when he’s gone!

Sister Hong’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

That Junior Brother Fang’s Spiritual Farmer skill is amazing, certainly with considerable wealth.

Moreover, even though that Dao Foundation Post Realm Paper General’s power would drop significantly after losing its master, it would still barely have the power of an Initial Realm Dao Foundation, which is considered a great Dao Foundation power!

...

Qingyu Garden.

"Uncle Steward, you?"

Yu Tiandong looked at Fang Xing, surprised to find a strand of white hair mixed amid Fang Xing’s full head of black hair, dangling in front.

"Ran into some trouble during this outing, which cut short my lifespan."

Fang Xing smiled, looking more mature, and glanced at Dong Mei’er and others nearby: "What are you all looking at? Don’t you need to farm?"

"Yes."

Dong Mei’er and others quickly went to work, afraid to bring bad luck.

’Indeed, the outside world is dangerous...’

’Uncle Fang just went out once and lost enough lifespan for it to show physically...’

’We better keep farming.’

They exchanged looks and gripped their hoes tightly.

Fang Xing, unaware of the thoughts his whims on changing appearances inspired in the disciples below, returned to the tree house and sat cross-legged to begin meditation.

As he finished circulating his energy, the moon had already risen in the sky.

He sensed his surroundings for a moment, then sneered and took out a small yellow paperman.

Although he had interrogated for information from this person, he didn’t plan on seeking revenge through Qingmu Ridge.

Such disputes inevitably lead to comparing backgrounds and forces, which is quite troublesome.

’But I either do nothing or go all the way!’

A cold smile flitted across Fang Xing’s face as he laid the paperman on a wooden stake.

Within the Paperman Curse, the ordinary Nightmare Suppression Method involves using dirty objects like shoes and dirt to continuously strike the paperman, causing the opponent severe headaches and misfortune...

Even if this spell fails, the backlash isn’t severe.

But for true everlasting conflict, you would use the Seven-star Blood Piercing method, pinning the paperman in seven vital places, and then decapitating it with scissors, this is the Death Curse Technique, capable of cursing even a Dao Foundation cultivator to death!

The cost is terrifying too, for a Dao Foundation cultivator to curse another, consuming approximately a hundred years of longevity, almost equivalent to trading life for life.

Yet, for Fang Xing, expending a hundred years for peace of mind seemed worthwhile.

"With the dark moon and high winds, the stars shining bright, it’s a good time to cast the Seven-star Blood Piercing technique."

Fang Xing calculated with a finger, then stepped astral and unfolded the array, causing astral winds to rise within the tree house.

Subsequently, a gold needle appeared in his hand, faintly tinged with blood.

A sense of emptiness emerged, Fang Xing realized his lifespan was rapidly draining.

"Seven-star Blood Piercing Needle, go!"

He swiftly manipulated the needle, marking seven vital spots on the paperman.

"Hmm?"

As the gold needle was about to pierce, Fang Xing could even sense a faint resistance from the paperman.

"This person seems to have some extraordinary fortune, but alas..."

With a cold snort, the burning speed of his lifespan increased.

The blood-tinged needle pierced through the paperman.

"Ah!"

In that instant, Fang Xing seemed to hear a scream close to his ear.

"Very good, that person is severely injured now..."

Fang Xing picked up a pair of scissors, aimed at the paperman’s neck without hesitation, and snipped down.

Snip!

He seemed to hear the scream stop abruptly, feeling as if his own lifespan were chopped as well.

"Lifespan consumption is bearable..."

"Could this be due to my Druid profession?"

"Now that the mind is clear, time to sleep."

Fang Xing yawned, burnt the yellow paperman, and sat cross-legged.

...

Days later.

Fang Xing was moving a rattan chair to nap under the Evergreen Tree, when he saw the valley bustling with activity as a convoy delivering supplies arrived.

He called over Meng Tiandong and casually asked, "What’s happening?"

Meng Tiandong’s face was pale as if he had been frightened: "Latest news... Shennong Hall Deacon Qian Hui was found dead in his own cave mansion... And he was a Middle Realm Dao Foundation expert..."

"Merely a Middle Realm Dao Foundation."

Fang Xing sneered, then glanced at Meng Tiandong: "Old Meng, you’ve followed me for quite a while, if you consider Qingmu Ridge dangerous, I’ll write a letter allowing you to leave Qingmu Ridge, what do you think?"

Meng Tiandong hesitated: "Well... besides the Sect, I have nowhere else to go, might as well stay at Qingyu Garden till my end."