Chapter 42: Ying Xuechen’s Shock
Then these people had to pay the price for their actions.
At that moment, a cursed black line seemed to come alive as it drilled out of Ying Xuejian’s body and then vanished into the air.
“How long would it take for the curse to completely disappear?” Ying Tong asked.
Upon hearing this, Ying Xuechen thought for a moment and provided a time, “About half a month, I suppose.”
Ying Tong nodded.
“Venerable, you didn’t suddenly come to the lower realm just for this person, did you?” Ying Xuechen suddenly said, “I found the sarira Buddha beads on her.”
That was the sarira Buddha beads, a treasure coveted even by the Buddhist sects.
Although it had shrunk considerably, he still recognized it at first glance.
“Yes, it was indeed for her.”
Ying Tong did not hide anything, nor was there anything to conceal.
“May I ask what is so special about her that is worth the Venerable Yunhuang making a special trip for her?”
It was known that Ying Tong had always maintained an attitude of indifference towards the matters of the Ying family.
Unless the Ying family was facing a life-and-death situation, it was unlikely that she would take action.
Yet such a person had now come to the Longteng Continent specifically for a clan member who had never been seen before, and who had even been expelled by the Ying family.
“Demonic heart and demonic bones; do you think I should have come?”
Ying Tong’s words hit him like a meteor from the heavens, leaving him dumbfounded.
What was that?
Demonic heart and demonic bones?
He turned to glance at Ying Xuejian, who lay on the bed with her eyes tightly shut.
“She, she… how is this possible!”
While speaking, Ying Xuechen moved forward to check the situation, and upon confirming that Ying Xuejian truly possessed a demonic heart and demonic bones, he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Fortunately, it hasn’t been activated yet.”
This was indeed a stroke of luck amid misfortune.
Just one of either the demonic heart or demonic bones was enough to cause a disaster in the Cangqiong Realm, not to mention that this time a pair of royal bombs had appeared.
He thought about how the Venerable Yunhuang had made a special trip to the Lingxiao Sect before coming to the Longteng Continent, all for that string of ancient sarira Buddha beads.
It now appeared that this string of Buddha beads was specifically meant to suppress the demonic heart and demonic bones.
At the same time, he realized Ying Tong’s intentions in doing this.
“Do you want to keep her?”
“Why wouldn’t I keep her?” Ying Tong smiled gently. “Setting aside the side effects of the demonic heart and demonic bones, aren’t both of them top-tier talents?”
“But…” He couldn’t shake off the side effects.
In the Cangqiong Realm, just a bit of inquiry would reveal that the reputations of the demonic heart and demonic bones were already infamous. Wherever they appeared, various factions would pursue and hunt them down.
The Ying family had killed more than one demon possessing a demonic heart or demonic bones, and none of them were people who hesitated to kill.
Especially considering Ying Xuejian’s dark and painful past, it was inevitable that her personality would become extreme.
“I understand your concerns. If it cannot be changed, I will take care of her before I leave.”
These words served as a reassurance to Ying Xuechen.
In his view, no matter how powerful Ying Xuejian might become in the future, she could never compare to the soon-to-be ascended Venerable Yunhuang.
At that moment, Ying Shaoan walked in. “Venerable Yunhuang, I have prepared what you asked for.”
As he spoke, he presented a large tub filled with a green liquid, which exuded a faint herbal aroma.
“I noticed the wounds on her face were quite severe, so I made the medicine a bit stronger. She should take it three times a day, and after seven days, all the scars on her body will be eliminated, and it will also help to regulate her condition.”
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In the following days, everyone stayed indoors to care for Ying Xuejian.
Under their care, Ying Xuejian gradually began to recover.
Contrary to Ying Xuechen’s expectations, Ying Xuejian’s personality was not dark and obsessive as he had imagined; instead, she possessed a childlike innocence and naivety, filled with curiosity about everything around her.
After inquiring with Ying Tong, he learned that she had been treated as a vessel for the curse since childhood, locked away in a room.
“These beasts,” Ying Xuechen said angrily.
He had seen shamelessness many times before, but he had never encountered such blatant disregard. It was hard for him to accept that these people were his kin.
Fortunately, even if they had once been, they were no longer so now.
While everyone enjoyed a peaceful time in the small courtyard, chaos erupted in Shifang City.
Recently, the Ying family had welcomed a new member. As was customary, after the full moon, the newborn was taken to the dungeon to have the curse transferred from within.
However, this time the dungeon was completely empty, and the person inside had long since vanished.
Instantly, the entire Ying family’s upper echelons were thrown into turmoil, with everyone searching for the escaped individual but finding nothing.
A sense of foreboding enveloped their hearts.
And as if to confirm their thoughts, a young servant ran in with a joyful expression. “Master, the young lady has returned!”
The eldest daughter of the Ying family, Ying Nanxi, was the talented girl who had been accepted as a disciple by the top sect of the Longteng Continent.
Under normal circumstances, the Ying family would be delighted and rush to the entrance to welcome her back, but this time, no one felt in the mood for such a reception.
Sensing the unusual atmosphere, the young servant who had come to deliver the news quietly retreated.
At that moment, a young girl in white quickly walked in from outside, almost breaking into a run. Her anxious pace clearly showed how worried she was.
The girl wore a white veil that obscured her features, making it difficult to see her face.
“Xier, why are you back at this time instead of staying at the sect?” Ying Nanxi’s father asked.
Seeing the elders of the family present, Ying Nanxi opened her mouth to ask, “I came back to inquire if something happened in the family.”
Indeed, something had happened; their cursed vessel had gone missing.
That was the most suitable vessel they had discovered after countless experiments, sacrificing an unknown number of children from the family, and it had simply vanished without a trace.
However, the Ying family head did not want this incident to affect his precious daughter’s mood, so he planned to gloss over the matter.
But before he could say anything, a more perceptive elder suddenly asked, “Xier, has something changed with you?”
Otherwise, how could she possibly know that something was amiss in the family?
Upon hearing this, Ying Nanxi promptly removed the veil from her head, revealing her face.
Before them, Ying Nanxi’s originally stunning face now had the entire left side turned almost entirely black.
Although the right side of her face hadn’t turned black, it was covered with black lines of curses, making her look extremely terrifying.
“How could this happen?!”
The others gasped in shock and quickly rose from their seats upon seeing this.
“Xier, when did this happen?”
“A few days ago,” Ying Nanxi replied, her voice choked with emotion.
A few days ago was precisely when they had anticipated the time of that person’s disappearance.
“Father, what should I do? Not long ago, my master said I should marry the eldest senior brother. Now that I’ve turned into this hideous state, he will surely detest me when he sees me.”
