591: Chapter 591 Blood Curse - The Curse of Pain!

The man was about forty years old, with an ordinary face, a short beard, and dressed in gray cloth clothes.

His aura was very strong, at least Middle Sixth-Grade, which matched the description of Zhu Ming in the mission details.

"Found you!"

Qin Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

With a wave of his palm, blood-colored light swirled over the moyuan spirit weapon, eventually projecting the image from his mind above his head, forming a semi-transparent blood-colored light screen floating in mid-air.

In the image, Zhu Ming was still sitting cross-legged to Cultivate, completely unaware that he had been locked onto.

"Lord Zhao—" Qin Yan looked at Zhao Lei and asked, "Is this Zhu Ming?"

Looking at the familiar figure in the image, Zhao Lei's expression was agitated, and his hands could not help but tremble.

"Young Master, that's right! This person is indeed Zhu Ming!"

His voice was trembling slightly.

He saw hope in capturing Zhu Ming!

Hundreds of people from the Secret Guard Division had searched for days without finding him.

Yet this Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land had found him in less than half an hour!

"Good." Qin Yan nodded, his gaze returning to the image.

In the image, Zhu Ming seemed to have finished his Cultivate session.

He opened his eyes, let out a long breath of stale air, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

He stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, then walked to the door of the thatched cottage and pushed it open.

Outside the door was a lush forest, where sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled shadows.

Zhu Ming took a deep breath of fresh air, his smile deepening.

Only after escaping prison could one truly appreciate the beauty of nature.

His figure moved, turning into a stream of light as he flew into the distance.

"Want to go somewhere else?" Qin Yan watched the speeding figure in the image and spoke indifferently, "You had better stay where you are, honestly."

He did not want to waste too much time on this mission; he just wanted to complete it as soon as possible and then go practice his Spear Technique to accumulate Skill Points.

Thus—Qin Yan began to form seals with his hands.

His fingers flew, and mysterious hand seals were cast from his hands, turning into wisps of blood-colored light that intertwined in front of him.

Those blood-colored lights gathered more and more, becoming thicker, and finally condensed into a blood-colored mark in his palm.

The mark was about the size of a palm, blood-red all over, and emitted a heart-palpitating aura.

"I, Qin Yan, using Zhu Ming's true name and blood as a guide, place upon him the Blood Curse—the Pain Curse."

Qin Yan's voice was low and solemn, like an ancient incantation.

"Curse, activate!"

After speaking, the blood mark in Qin Yan's hand suddenly shone with light!

The light was blood-red and blinding, illuminating the entire prison!

At the same time—in the image, Zhu Ming was flying freely in the sky.

He spread his arms, facing the mountain breeze, his face full of the joy of regaining freedom.

Only after escaping prison could one truly appreciate the beauty of nature.

However—the next moment.

"Ah—!!!" Zhu Ming suddenly let out a shrill scream!

The scream was heart-wrenching, like a pig being slaughtered, echoing in the high sky!

His face twisted instantly, his eyes widened, veins bulged, and his whole body seemed to suffer some kind of unbearable pain!

Subsequently, his body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight onto the ground!

With a "bang," dust was kicked up.

But after falling to the ground, Zhu Ming was still rolling in pain, clutching his head with both hands, kicking his legs, and screaming continuously.

He circulated his Cultivation Technique, wanting to dispel this pain, but it was to no avail.

The pain seemed to come from the depths of his Soul, impossible to resist, impossible to dispel.

"What is going on!" Zhu Ming trembled all over, his voice full of fear.

He had suffered various tortures in prison, whipping, burning, needle pricking, none of which were this painful!

This pain was not physical pain, but the pain of the Soul, a pain that could not be endured!

At this moment, he only felt as if thousands of ants were biting his whole body, or as if countless needles were pricking him, the pain making him wish he were dead!

The group of people in the prison, watching the change in Zhu Ming, were all terrified.

One second he was flying freely in the sky, and the next second he was rolling on the ground in pain.

This contrast made their scalps tingle.

Subsequently, their gazes turned to Qin Yan, full of shock and awe.

They had just seen it with their own eyes—it was this Disciple of the Holy Land named Qin Yan who, after chanting that incantation, caused Zhu Ming in the image to suffer immense pain!

What kind of method was this? So terrifying?

To be able to make someone wish they were dead from thousands of mountains and rivers away?

This simply exceeded their understanding!

Zhao Lei looked at Qin Yan at this moment, also full of awe.

He no longer dared to underestimate him just because he was only Middle Sixth-Grade.

That Blood Curse, silent, invisible, and formless, could cross hundreds of miles and act precisely on the target.

What level of secret technique was this?

Zhao Lei did not know.

But he knew that this Young Master Qin Yan was definitely no ordinary person.

"Lord Zhao, let's set off." Qin Yan put away the hand seals. On the long spear, the blood mass that had condensed Zhu Ming's blood aura appeared again, floating above the spear tip, spinning rapidly, like a blood-colored star, guiding the way for everyone.

"Very well, Young Master Qin." Zhao Lei replied respectfully, his attitude completely different from before.

At this moment, he was completely convinced by this young Disciple of the Holy Land.

Meanwhile, not far outside the Secret Guard Division, Di Jie stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping towards the gate of the Secret Guard Division from time to time.

He had not left.

He wanted to see how that arrogant kid would actually find Zhu Ming.

He wanted to see how that fellow Zhao Lei would handle himself when he couldn't find Zhu Ming.

Once Zhao Lei lost his status in the Secret Guard Division, with the influence of his Di Family in Jumu City, killing him would be easy!

Daring to have him expelled, Zhao Lei had brought death upon himself.

"Hmm?" As Di Jie was thinking, he suddenly saw the gate of the Secret Guard Division open again.

Zhao Lei, and that arrogant kid named Qin Yan, actually walked out together.

Not only that, but the faces of Zhao Lei and the group of Secret Guards were all smiling, following Qin Yan as they flew into the distance.

Where was there any sign of gloom on their faces?

"Why did they come out so quickly?" Di Jie frowned, full of confusion.

"And what are they doing?"

He had thought that Qin Yan would stay in the Secret Guard Division for a long time, using various "secret methods" to search for traces of Zhu Ming.

But it had been less than a quarter of an hour, and they were already out?

And looking at the direction, it seemed they were going to leave the city?

"No, I must follow them and see!" Curious, Di Jie immediately urged his True Qi, his figure turning into a stream of light, following far behind Qin Yan's group.

He wanted to see what this arrogant kid was up to.