66: Chapter 66 Soul-Eating Blood Curse

This pain was like a maggot attached to bone, reaching deep into the Soul and gnawing wantonly.

However, over these past few days, Chen Moxuan had already developed a tolerance for this excruciating pain, enough that he would not lose his mind under the impact of the agony.

He let out a muffled groan, sensing the source of the pain.

Immediately after, his gaze hardened, and without hesitation, he channeled his True Qi with full force, rushing toward the source of the intense pain, attempting to suppress it in one fell swoop.

Yet, once the channeled True Qi touched that strange red light within his body, the two briefly stalemated before the True Qi was devoured, becoming nourishment to strengthen the adversary.

The red light seemed to possess a life of its own, becoming increasingly arrogant within Chen Moxuan's body, expanding its territory without restraint.

Wherever it passed, his flesh and Meridians were mercilessly eroded.

"This Blood Curse has been dormant in your body for a long time; it knows every Meridian and every inch of your muscle structure like the back of its hand. The True Qi you rashly drove, far from being able to harm it, will only become nourishment for it to grow stronger."

"Gather your focus and use Mental Strength to resist; do not try to contend with it using brute force."

A resonant voice appeared directly in Chen Moxuan's mind.

Chen Moxuan followed the instructions without hesitation.

He withdrew his True Qi, closed his eyes to focus, and tried to gather his attention on his chest, secretly harboring the intention to block the rampant red light.

He had already seen the term Mental Strength in ancient texts; it was the same thing as Mental Energy.

He carefully recalled the subtle sensation of consuming Mental Energy when using his Special Ability.

Soon, he found the knack, guiding his own Mental Energy to form a torrent to clash against the red light.

Sure enough, the erosion speed of the red light significantly slowed down.

But if this continued, it was only a matter of time before the red light completely devoured his body.

The change had occurred in just a few breaths.

Chen Moxuan was fully focused, concentrating all his attention on resisting the red light, completely unaware of the situation outside, not knowing that everything outside was already in chaos.

"I remember now! It's the Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse of the Blood Race!" Principal Li shouted, his face full of regret.

Earlier, when he was talking with Ma Jingyuan, a conjecture had vaguely arisen in his heart.

But the series of events subsequently triggered by Chen Moxuan had too great an impact, causing him to completely throw this matter to the back of his mind, only suddenly recalling it at this moment.

"It's over... it's over."

A sorrow dozens of times stronger than a failed bottom-fishing attempt suddenly rose in Principal Li's heart.

The Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse is a forbidden Blood Curse Technique that only the royal family of the Blood Race can use.

The Blood Race must pay the price of greatly depleting their Origin, splitting off a wisp of their remnant Soul, and using their own essence blood as a carrier to cast it.

This Blood Curse is extremely insidious; after quietly hiding within the target's body, it silently absorbs the surrounding energy, quietly strengthening itself.

If the target does not have Spiritual Sense, they have no way of perceiving it at all.

And when the Blood Curse completes its full erosion of the target's body, the target's mind will be completely devoured, turning them into a blood slave of the Blood Race, which is no different from being dead.

This Blood Curse has a high cost and can only be cast by the royal family; furthermore, it is not very effective against Martial Artists above the Spirit Ascension Realm, so it is often used on fledgling Martial Arts Geniuses.

Once it erupts, the target can only rely on themselves to resist it; outsiders like them can hardly intervene.

This move can be said to be specifically created to kill Martial Arts Geniuses of the Human Race.

"Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse... that member of the Blood Race was actually a royal..."

Ma Jingyuan was filled with panic and self-reproach, his fingernails unconsciously digging deep into his palms, causing blood to seep out.

He couldn't help but imagine that if he had noticed the anomaly earlier, he might have been able to find a way to prevent this Blood Curse from erupting.

Endless regret and self-reproach arose from the bottom of his heart.

But this matter was something they had completely failed to anticipate.

The fact that there is a Silver Moon clan within the royal family of the Blood Race is a secret known to few; in their understanding, the royal family only consisted of the golden-haired, blue-eyed Solar Eclipse clan.

No one would ever associate a silver-haired, red-eyed Blood Race member with the royal family.

Taking a step back, even if they had detected the other party's royal identity early on, they would have been helpless.

Once this Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse is planted, unless the target's own Soul strength exceeds the remnant Soul of the Blood Race caster, there is absolutely no solution.

But that Blood Race member, under the suppression of the grand formation, still had strength comparable to the Tiangang Realm.

Their true strength and Soul strength were likely comparable to a Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Spirit Ascension Realm.

For a Martial Artist who has not yet reached the Spirit Ascension Realm and has not actively cultivated Mental Strength, even if it is just a remnant Soul, its strength is enough to make them unable to resist.

This move can be considered a guaranteed kill for ordinary Martial Artists below the Spirit Ascension Realm.

"Senior Zhong! Please, Senior, find a way to save this student!"

Ma Jingyuan had already lost his composure, almost stumbling as he ran in front of Zhong Quandao.

He knew in his heart that the Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse was almost unsolvable, but at this critical juncture of life and death, even if there was only a sliver of faint hope, he could not let it go.

To him, Chen Moxuan had long transcended the category of an ordinary student and had become a spiritual sustenance in the depths of his heart.

"Don't panic, I do have a way."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Quandao gave an affirmative reply.

He looked solemn and formed a hand seal with one hand:

"I originally just intended to try it, but I didn't expect... that he would instantly comprehend the rudimentary method of using Mental Strength."

Chen Moxuan was no ordinary Martial Artist; under the masochistic tempering of his Soul through frequent use of his Special Ability and Ethereal Spirit Electricity.

His Mental Energy, which is Mental Strength, had long since far exceeded others at the same level.

Although it was not yet enough to completely suppress that wisp of the Blood Race remnant Soul, he could barely contend with it, so he would not collapse completely under the impact of the Blood Curse and have his body eroded by more than half in an instant.

This created a nearly unique opportunity for intervention for Zhong Quandao.

"To be able to have such powerful Mental Strength at this cultivation level... and for me to happen to be here, it truly is heaven blessing the Human Race."

Generally speaking, a Martial Artist in the Spirit Ascension Realm can rely on their Spiritual Sense to use their own Mental Strength to crush the Blood Race remnant Soul.

However, if the technique is not refined enough, and one fails to use an extremely precise Mental Strength method, there is a very high probability that the target's consciousness will be wiped out first while crushing the remnant Soul.

Furthermore, those subtle and precise Mental Strength methods can by no means be cast in an instant.

But often, the erosion of the Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse only takes a few breaths to erode more than half of the target.

Therefore, outsiders can hardly intervene in the Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse.

But the current situation happened to be outside of that 'hardly'.

Chen Moxuan's resistance bought time, and Zhong Quandao happened to know the Mental Strength method.

Zhong Quandao was fully focused, completed the buildup of the method, and then extended his sword finger, steadily pointing at the center of Chen Moxuan's eyebrows.

In an instant, an invisible, massive amount of Mental Strength poured continuously into Chen Moxuan's body along his fingertips.

This Mental Strength was extremely refined, cleverly avoiding Chen Moxuan's mind, and rushed straight toward the rampant red light.

In a moment, it surrounded the red light layer by layer, trapping it within like a wall of copper and iron, rendering it unable to move, and unable to erode any further.

As the pain and pressure like surging tides gradually receded.

Chen Moxuan slowly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, with bean-sized beads of sweat continuously emerging on his forehead.

"Senior Zhong, you actually broke the Spirit-Eroding Blood Curse!"

Principal Li witnessed this scene, his voice changing tone from excitement.

His mood was like riding a roller coaster, suddenly thrown from the valley floor to the Peak.

Ever since he met Chen Moxuan, he felt like his heart couldn't take it anymore.

Ma Jingyuan was also relieved, walked up to Chen Moxuan, supported him with one hand, and asked:

"How do you feel?"

Chen Moxuan still looked solemn, and Zhong Quandao quickly revealed the reason:

"The remaining Mental Strength I used to suppress the Blood Curse can only last for three days at most. The next time the Blood Curse strikes, it will be even more ferocious, and I am afraid I won't have the chance to help again."

He looked at Chen Moxuan with deep eyes and said solemnly:

"Little friend, if you want to truly eradicate this Blood Curse, you still need to raise your own Mental Strength to a level far exceeding that Blood Race remnant Soul within these three days."