Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 603

Chapter 603 Paper Figure Curse

A few days later.

“The mountains are high and the waters are long, we will meet again in the future.”

Fang Xing watched Taohong leave.

The old woman had actually recovered to look like a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties.

The disciple who was originally in charge of Paper Slave Valley had turned into a dried corpse the size of a child…

During these few days, Fang Xing, of course, did not hold back and used the “bewitching technique” to torture all the information out of the old man.

The most crucial of these is, of course, the “Blood Paper Secret Book” and the information about the person who connived at Qingmuling.

After the torture was over, Fang Xing was happy to do a favor and handed the old man to Tao Hong so that she could restore her lifespan.

Taohong is cruel and ruthless, but also has a strong character and does not have any ideas of being a chaste heroine.

If this girl were to go in the evil way and have a bit of luck, she might be able to make something of herself.

Fang Xing didn’t care about it and silently recalled the contents of the “Blood Paper Secret Book”.

“Well… Qing Mu Ling has been fighting with the Blood Shadow Sect since then, and in fact, most of the origami secrets have been seized. In the “Blood Paper Secret Book”, there are only a few techniques of application, and even the last “Spiritual Paper House Cave Heaven”, that I have not learned.”

In fact, when Fang Xing had previously sacrificed and refined the six paper generals, he had already touched upon the secret of the Paper House Cave.

If you give him some more time, he might be able to figure it out on his own.

But now we have the original example, which is of course better.

“Besides that, there’s the traitor who betrayed me!”

Fang Xing’s expression turned cold, and a yellow paper figure suddenly appeared in his hand. He seemed to be thinking, “That idiot is trying to get the skin of a tiger, but he doesn’t know that someone has already left a trace of his aura in him, which has been refined into the paper figure and can be used as a medium for casting spells…”

“In the Secret Book of Blood Paper, there is a spell that involves hitting this kind of paper figure to curse the other party… It’s commonly known as ‘beating the villain’.”

Of course, this kind of spell has great limitations.

First of all, of course, you must obtain the other person’s breath, and preferably also his essence, blood, birth date, etc.

The more detailed it is, the better the curse effect will be and the less backlash there will be.

Moreover, casting a spell beyond one’s level is most likely to result in backlash. For example, if one uses the Qi to curse the Dao base, or the Dao base to curse the Yin spirit, not only is it very likely to fail, but even if one succeeds, he will have to pay an extremely painful price.

Finally, even if the curse succeeds, one must bear certain backlash, and may even shorten one’s lifespan…

“This ‘Paper Man Curse’ is just right for use.”

Fang Xing sneered.

If it were an ordinary origami-style foundation, perhaps it could only threaten the other party.

But he wants the other person to die!

If one wants to curse a Taoist target to death through the ‘Paper Man Curse’, he will definitely have to pay a great price.

But for Fang Xing, what does a little bit of life mean?

…

Qingmuling, Shennong Hall.

“What? Junior brother, you were ambushed by the Corpse Driving Sect and the Blood Shadow Sect monks?”

Fei Changnong was shocked when he heard Fang Xing’s story: “The Corpse Driving Sect is able to free up its hands. Could it be that something has happened to the Three Absolute Passes? It has involved a lot of Feijian Sect’s energy?”

There are no fools who can cultivate the foundation of Taoism. When he thought of a possibility, his expression changed horribly.

“Junior brother, your case is probably not an isolated case…” Fei Changnong thought for a moment and said, “I found it strange that several Daoji junior brothers disappeared before. Now it seems that they are all related to the Corpse Driving Sect… As long as we investigate in depth, we will definitely find something. By the way, how did you escape?”

Fang Xing smiled, patted his flying squirrel bag, and took out the two boxes.

After opening it, the heads of Xie Songshan and Chimei Shangren were found inside.

“These two heads should be able to exchange for a lot of military merit, right?”

“Junior brother, you actually killed these two people?”

Fei Changnong swallowed.

Even though he was at an intermediate level of Taoism, it would be good enough if he could barely escape when encountering these two powerful men.

“I’m learning origami as a minor, and I’ve made some progress.”

Fang Xing clapped his hands, and a paper general appeared briefly, then turned into the size of a palm and was put into Fang Xing’s flying squirrel bag.

“The late stage of Dao foundation? To train to be such a paper general, it would probably take a hundred years of life, right?”

Fei Changnong felt Fang Xing’s realm again: “Junior brother, although you have been promoted to the middle stage of Dao foundation…but how long will it last?”

“I also discovered the trap in advance. If not, I might have died.”

Fang Xing smiled, but there was madness in his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll accept these two heads, and I’ll make sure all the military merits are credited to you.”

Fei Changnong saluted solemnly and put the two heads away.

When Fang Xing’s escape light disappeared into the distance, a red shadow walked out from behind. It was none other than Senior Sister Hong.

“You’re crazy! I thought this Junior Brother Fang was a dedicated practitioner, but I didn’t expect that he actually practiced the art of origami and sacrificed so much of his lifespan?”

Senior Sister Hong was a little horrified.

Thinking of his past calculations, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After all, in order to cultivate the Dao Foundation Paper General, one might have to shorten his life span by a hundred years. So, by this calculation, Junior Brother Fang Xing doesn’t have many years left to live.

How terrifying would it be for a cultivator who was about to die of old age, alone, and powerful?
“I was forced to do this. It’s a pity for Junior Brother Fang Xing…”

Fei Changnong sighed and sneered, “There must be something strange about the attack on Junior Brother Fang Xing this time. Maybe someone in our Shennong Hall is secretly communicating with the Blood Shadow Sect. This is a serious crime of treason!”

Senior Sister Hong’s expression changed: “Who is it?”

“There aren’t many people who can find out whether Junior Brother Fang is on leave…”

Fei Changnong said: “Given my junior brother’s temper, he will definitely retaliate. We don’t need to care, we may even help him!”

“Help?”

Senior Sister Hong was a little confused.

“Yes, how many years can Junior Brother Fang live? If we help him, we will be his good friends in the future… He is alone, so his funeral must be done properly and properly…”

Fei Changnong is compassionate and sympathetic.

No one dared to mess with this kind of madman when he was alive, but there are still people who want to eat him up!

Senior Sister Hong’s eyes lit up when she heard this.

Junior Brother Fang’s spiritual farming skills are amazing, he must have quite a lot of wealth.

What’s more, even if that paper general in the late stage of Dao foundation had his strength greatly reduced after losing his master, he could still barely have the strength of the initial stage of Dao foundation, which was considered a great Dao foundation combat force!

…

Qingyu Garden.

“Uncle Steward, you?”

Yu Tiandong looked at Fang Xing and was surprised to find that among Fang Xing’s black hair, there was actually a bunch of white hair floating in front of him.

“I encountered some problems during this trip, which shortened my lifespan.”

Fang Xing smiled, looking more mature, and glanced at Dong Meir and others beside him: “What are you looking at? Don’t you need to go to farm?”

“yes.”

Dong Meir and others were afraid of bringing bad luck, so they hurried to work.

“As expected, it’s dangerous outside…”

“Master Fang only went out for a trip, but his life span was shortened to the point where it is noticeable on his face…”

“Let’s just continue farming.”

They looked at each other and tightened their grip on the hoes.

Fang Xing had no idea that his sudden impulse to change his appearance would cause his disciples to think so much.

After returning to the tree house, he sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

By the time the exercise was completed, the moon was already high in the sky.

He sensed his surroundings, then sneered and took out a palm-sized yellow paper figure.

Although he obtained information from this person through torture, he had no intention of taking revenge through Qingmuling.

This kind of wrangling will inevitably end up involving a comparison of the backgrounds and power of both parties, which is very troublesome.

‘But I always do it to the extreme! ‘

A sneer appeared on Fang Xing’s lips as he spread the paper man on the wooden stake.

In the ‘Paper Man Curse’, the common method of warding off nightmares is to use dirty objects such as shoe soles and red dragons to continuously hit the paper man, causing the other party to have a splitting headache and continuous bad luck…

Even if such a spell fails, the backlash will not be serious.

If the fight really goes on until death, they will use the “Seven-Star Blood-piercing” method, piercing the seven vital points of the paper man with needles, and finally beheading it with a pair of scissors. This is the “Death Curse Method”, and even a Taoist monk is likely to be cursed to death!
But the price is also quite terrifying. If a Taoist monk uses it to curse another Taoist monk, it will consume at least a hundred years of life, which is almost equivalent to exchanging one life for another.

However, for Fang Xing, it is not bad to spend a hundred years of his life to change his mind and achieve enlightenment.

“Now that the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are bright, it is a good time to perform the ‘Seven Stars Piercing Blood’ technique.”

Fang Xing counted with his fingers, then stepped on the Gangbu Dou, and a strong wind suddenly blew up in the tree house.

Then, a golden needle appeared in his hand, with a faint blood color on it.

A feeling of loss emerged, and Fang Xing knew that this was because his life span was slipping away rapidly.

“Seven-star blood-piercing needle, go!”

He moved the needle very quickly, tapping seven vital spots on the paper man’s body.

“Huh?”

Every time the golden needle was about to pierce down, Fang Xing could even feel a faint resistance coming from the paper man.

“This person’s luck is quite extraordinary, but unfortunately…”

He sneered, and the speed at which his lifespan burned increased.

The golden needle was stained with blood and pierced the paper man.

“ah!”

In an instant, Fang Xing seemed to hear a scream in his ears.

“Very good, that person has been seriously injured…”

Fang Xing picked up a pair of scissors, pointed them at the neck of the broken paper man, and slashed it down without mercy.

Snap!

In a trance, he seemed to hear the man’s scream suddenly stop, and then his own lifespan seemed to be cut short.

“The consumption of life span is acceptable…”

“Is this because of my druid profession?”

“Now that my thoughts are clear, it’s a good time to go to sleep.”

Fang Xing yawned, burned the yellow paper man, and sat cross-legged.

…

A few days later.

Fang Xing was just moving a rattan chair to sleep under the evergreen tree when he saw a convoy of supplies arriving and the valley immediately became noisy.

He called Meng Tiandong and asked casually, “What happened?”

Meng Tiandong looked a little pale, as if he was frightened by something: “The latest news… Qian Hui, the deacon of Shennong Hall, was found dead in his own cave… He was a great master in the middle stage of Taoism…”

“It’s just the middle stage of Dao foundation.”

Fang Xing sneered and glanced at Meng Tiandong again: “Old Meng, you have followed me for so long. If you feel that Qingmuling is dangerous, I will write a letter and ask you to leave Qingmuling. What do you think?”

Meng Tiandong hesitated for a moment: “Well… I have nowhere else to go except the sect, so I’d better stay in Qingyu Garden until the end of my life.”

(End of this chapter)