Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 19 Curse Removal

In the end, Lin Fan pinched his nose and drank the whole bowl of dog blood.

If the Taoist priest wanted to harm him, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths, and he really couldn't think of any reason why the other party would want to harm him.

"How is it? Do you feel a surge of spiritual energy, as if you are under the protection of the Heavenly Venerable?"

"No," Lin Fan replied with a grim expression, "I just feel a little nauseous and vomiting."

“Oh dear, nephew, you’re not sincere enough. Why don’t you recite the Infinite Sutra with me? You’ll definitely feel something then,” Yun Xiangzi said earnestly.

"Don't give me that 'if you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't exist' nonsense. If that's all you know, then don't waste your time and go back to your thatched hut."

As time passed and night fell, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled his experience the previous day. The more anxious Lin Fan became, the more unreliable this Taoist priest seemed.

“Nephew, you can’t say that. The most important thing for us cultivators is sincerity. Sincerity brings results. We must follow the Tao and value virtue, and we must follow the natural way…”

"You want more silver, and you want an iron sword for self-defense, right?" Lin Fan interrupted the dog-skinned Taoist and continued after him.

"Alright, when the Red-Clothed Curse comes out, you're not planning to defeat her with this lecture, are you?"

Yun Xiangzi was getting angry, her eyebrows raised. "You disrespect ghosts and gods, and don't worship the Heavenly Venerable. Sooner or later, something terrible will happen to you. Oh well, it's all fate. Who told my senior brother to refuse to pass on the secret techniques and insist on finding such a bold and fearless person to inherit them? Forget it, I won't say any more to you. If I say too much, you'll drive me crazy sooner or later."

After Yun Xiangzi finished speaking, he turned his back to Lin Fan, sat cross-legged, and began to recite his "Infinite Scripture".

Lin Fan looked at his old Taoist robe embroidered with what appeared to be dogs and strange beasts, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I genuinely dislike the Taoist priest, but there's really no need to offend him like this now.

The main reason is that he wants to maintain his image as a bold person and act as if he is fearless. If he acts scared now, the Taoist priest might become suspicious.

"Take a rest. The curse kills people between midnight and cockcrow. Just don't actually fall asleep," the dog-skinned Taoist said to Lin Fan with his back to him.

"Master, if that's the case, how did Er Gou and the others get into trouble?"

"Hmph, Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be escaped. These few brats disrespect Heaven and Earth. They dare to trespass into places even the government dares not enter. In the Great Qian Dynasty, only from midnight to cockcrow can the Heavenly Venerable close his eyes and the Death Curse be able to travel freely. But what if it's not in the Great Qian Dynasty? The universe is vast, and other worlds may not have the Heavenly Venerable's protection."

Lin Fan understood some of it, but he knew he couldn't completely believe the charlatan's words, so he immediately asked a new question. Since he had nothing else to do, he just chatted idly.

"But all the roosters in the entire Great Qian don't crow at the same time. What if I wake them up in advance? What if I kill all the roosters in the entire Great Qian? Will the Heavenly Venerable close his eyes and never open them again?"

The dog-skinned Taoist priest remained silent for a long time before finally squeezing out a few words in a very low voice: "Shut up, will it kill you to say less?"

Following Yun Xiangzi's instructions, Lin Fan cleared everything out of the house and closed the door.

Now, besides the two of them and the black dog-blood graffiti covering the room, there's nothing else in the house.

The two men each held a wooden sword and sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for midnight to arrive.

As midnight approached, Lin Fan took advantage of Yun Xiangzi's back being turned to him, took out the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, and swallowed it directly.

Holding the Soul-Suppressing Pearl in your hand might attract the attention of the Taoist priest, and there's also the risk of it accidentally falling.

Although there were some risks involved in swallowing it—he might be ruined if he didn't vomit it out in time—Lin Fan didn't have a better choice.

After swallowing the bead, Lin Fan patted his chest hard. Although the bead was small, it was very hard, and Lin Fan's esophagus felt very uncomfortable.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew by. Yun Xiangzi had already taken out a fluorescent stone for illumination. This thing could not be extinguished by the cold wind and was more reliable than an oil lamp, but its green color was a bit scary in itself.

With a whoosh, Yun Xiangzi brandished his wooden sword at a spot near the wooden house and shouted, "Demon, now that you've revealed yourself, let me, this Daoist, beat you until you're pissing your ass!"

"Cough, the back," Lin Fan said, touching his forehead.

"Nephew, what did you say?" Yun Xiangzi turned around angrily.

"I told you the Red-Clothed Curse is behind you! You can't see her at all, can you!" Lin Fan was speechless, wondering why he had believed him.

Yun Xiangzi turned his head, his body going back and forth inside the headless ugly woman's body twice, still looking around in confusion.

Lin Fan wondered if he had been a fool to believe this charlatan, and now he deeply regretted it.

At this moment, Yun Xiangzi seemed to remember something, took out another bottle of liquid mixed with black dog blood from his pocket, and applied it directly to his eyes.

After crying out that his eyes hurt for a while, he finally realized that his body was superimposed on the red-clothed curse.

"My goodness, that scared me to death! I thought I had that thing growing on my chest."

Yun Xiangzi jumped back a step. He was a little taller than Lin Fan, and his line of sight was right in front of the headless neck cut. The bloody cut clearly showed the cut surfaces of blood vessels and trachea, which was extremely horrifying.

"It really is the Red Robe Curse. I thought it was at most a second-tier Hunger Curse. Nephew, you really do have spiritual roots. Enough said, let's go side by side."

Lin Fan didn't care how another spiritual root suddenly appeared. He had been eager to kill the red-clothed man, so he directly slashed at the red-clothed man with his wooden sword.

As expected, the wooden sword pierced her body without having any effect.

Lin Fan was really angry. He threw the wooden sword aside and held it to Yun Xiangzi's neck.

"You damn Taoist priest, I've fucking had enough! My life is in real danger. Do you even know how to break the curse? If not, don't waste your time here."

The dog-skinned Taoist gently pushed away Lin Fan's wooden sword with two fingers. "Nephew, you've misunderstood me. Of course, I genuinely want to help you, but we can't harm her here. If you want to remove the curse, you have to go over there."

"What do you mean by 'this side' and 'that side'? Explain yourself clearly." Lin Fan's anger had actually been absorbed by the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, but he still had to pretend to be angry, as it would be abnormal for him to be calm at this moment.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest wanted to say something more, but the red-clothed curse wouldn't wait for them to continue chatting like this; she had already used her methods earlier.

A hoe that appeared out of nowhere fell between the two of them.

Yun Xiangzi abandoned what she was about to say and shouted, "Grab it!"

The two men grabbed the hoes at the same time, and then their vision blurred simultaneously.

……

"Brother Xu, as long as you give me Xiao Cui, no, just let me play with her once, I'll show you my father's secret technique."

Lin Fan affectionately wrapped his arm around another boy who was about the same age as him, and said the words above with a lewd grin.

Before Lin Fan could even realize what he was doing...

The righteous-looking boy next to him was already glaring angrily, "Ge Sichao! You've gone too far! How could I, Xu Yunxiao, betray Xiaocui for such a trivial matter!"

As he spoke, the young man named Xu Yunxiao suddenly sprang up, his bronze fist already aimed at Lin Fan's face.

Judging from both the momentum and the stance, this punch was clearly the result of practice.

Lin Fan was startled, but fortunately the Soul-Suppressing Pearl took effect, allowing him to regain his composure as quickly as possible and dodge.

The wind from the punch came whistling as the two were too close. With the power of this punch, even if it only grazed Lin Fan, a piece of flesh would be scraped off.

Unfortunately, Lin Fan hadn't fully adapted yet. He watched the fist coming at him, but his body was completely unable to dodge. His soul had reacted, but his body hadn't.

Fortunately, the fist stopped at the last moment in front of Lin Fan's face.

The seemingly righteous young man's expression suddenly turned playful. "Junior nephew, the place I was talking about is this place. It's just the Red-Clothed Curse's cunning tricks. We can't hurt the Red-Clothed Curse outside. Only by coming here can we have a chance to defeat her."