248 One peck, One Drink (2/2)

The little thieving cat nodded its head as it took out the coin with a proud face before flipping it into the air and catching it with its paws.

After catching the coin, the little thieving cat furrowed its eyebrows. It nodded its head at times, but also shook it at other times.

The connection between Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat was very special, hence he knew that the answer was blurry. Even the little thieving cat couldn’t give an exact answer.

“We’ll have to give it a try.”

Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat didn’t see the destiny of dying.

Of course, this was assumed that the little thieving cat’s prediction skills were still working.

Zhao Feng then sat down and used his God’s Spiritual Eye to sense the Ghost Mark.

At the same time, he circulate his bloodline power and merged the azure blood into the dimension of his left eye, blocking it.

Once the azure abyss was blocked, Zhao Feng’s eye would return to its original black and dim colour.

This meant that Zhao Feng was closing the God’s Spiritual Eye’s power.

As expected.

Once it was fully blocked, the power of the curse sneaked up from behind Zhao Feng.

The latter hiccupped as he immediately circulated his bloodline power so that not all of the azure abyss was blocked.

But even then, a wisp of the curse touched Zhao Feng’s body.

Zhao Feng’s body went cold. It was as if there was countless hands- wet with blood- reaching towards his organs.

At that critical point, Zhao Feng circulated his mental energy and purposely attracted the curse.

The curse seemed to have a consciousness which would allow it to enter the ‘flaws’ of the target, just like how water would flow out of a hole.

The flaw Zhao Feng revealed was the location of the Ghost Mark.

Teng Teng Teng!

A weird sound seemed to echo.

If Zhao Feng could open his God’s Spiritual Eye, he could see hand after hand reaching into his body.

If it wasn’t because a part of the God’s Spiritual Eye was still working, Zhao Feng would’ve been infested with the hands.

Time passed slowly by and Zhao Feng’s lifeforce started to weaken as his face went pale.

He could only circulate his bloodline power to fortify himself.

The bloodline power could somewhat protect him, but only a small amount could be used since the other part was blocking the azure abyss.

However, his True Force was weakening due to the curse.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Feng wanted to give up, but he noticed that the Ghost Mark’s aura was also dropping.

Zhao Feng’s life force and True Force was weakening along with the Ghost Mark.

It was good that Zhao Feng still had the protection of his bloodline power, this prevented Zhao Feng’s source of life from disappearing.

Three days later.

Zhao Feng spat out a breath and retracted the azure blood in the dimension of his left eye.

At the same time, although the Ghost Mark fully disappeared, his True Force level had also dropped.

“Was it worth it?”

Zhao Feng murmured to himself as he glanced at the little thieving cat on his shoulder.

While breaking the Ghost Mark, Zhao Feng’s cultivation had dropped to the 6th Sky.

The little thieving cat squinted its eyes but didn’t respond.

Zhao Feng found that although his cultivation had dropped, his foundation was more solid and his potential was larger compared to when he was at the 7th Sky.

This was like building a tower. The better built the lower levels was, the higher the tower could go.

This was the feeling Zhao Feng had right now. The breakthrough of two Skies in the Alliance Banquet was too rushed, but now this problem didn’t exist.

Although Zhao Feng had dropped a Sky, his foundation and potential were better and the Ghost Mark had disappeared.

One peck, one drink. It was as if heavens had destined so.

At the same time.

On a mysterious altar in the Iron Dragon strong country.

“The Ghost Mark has been broken… how is this possible… did someone of the Origin Core Realm do this?”

A hoarse voice resounded. This voice seemed to freeze one’s soul and cultivators at the True Human Rank would hiccup here.

The owner of the voice was a black gold robed skeleton whose bones were silver with the occasional flash of dark purple.

“No.. that’s the power of the Curse of a Hundred Graves.”

The skeleton Division Leader’s expression changed.

“Division Leader, no one can escape from the Curse of a Hundred Graves. The person is obviously dead.”

A silver striped blood corpse laughed at the side.

The skeleton Division Leader nodded its head. If the person died, the Ghost Mark would disappear as well.

“Division Leader, about that Curse of a Hundred Graves…”

The blood corpse protector asked.

“That is the highest secret of the Holy Religion. Even the great lord, I, wouldn’t enter that forbidden area. You don’t need to know this.”