The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Before long, the Xue family ran out of blood.

The number of human cultivators emerging in droves is increasing.

Ning Tinglan and Xie Qianjue's white clothes were stained with blood.

Fortunately, the human cultivator whose curse mark was removed by Mu Yunjian could also help resist for a while; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Just as Mu Yunjian was about to manifest human form to help, Rong Xuan stopped him, saying, "Don't be reckless! Trust Junior Brother Ning and Junior Brother Xie!"

Ning Tinglan pointed his spiritual sword, and an ice and snow domain instantly expanded around him, causing the temperature in the air to plummet.

The land is frozen solid!

The bone-chilling cold spread from the feet and fingertips, instantly freezing anyone who resisted into a block of ice.

Over the course of two hundred years, Ning Tinglan remained unburdened, and her cultivation and strength became even more formidable than depicted in the original story.

Xie Qianjue said, "We can't just wander around aimlessly. We need to find out exactly who in the Xue family is the one who cast the spell."

Yun Yici had previously made inquiries and found that the Xue family had spies in the towns that the Xue family couldn't oversee.

The newborn child was taken away immediately to have their spiritual root tested.

If a spiritual root is detected, the Xue family will take them away.

She learned from Xue Ziyan that, just as only one person in the Xie family could awaken the ability of "precognition," not everyone in the Xue family had the ability to cast curses.

They had previously speculated that the person who cast the curse on the Xue family was the Xue family patriarch.

But now, the Xue family patriarch has already abandoned his body and is busy devouring the Nine Phoenixes, so he has no time to care about any slave curse.

Ultimately, what's most similar to the Xue family's bizarre ability is actually the Emperor's Edict's contractual ability.

The difference is that the Xue family can control the bodies of these cultivators with "curses," while the imperial edict's contract controls the minds of the servants.

Ning Tinglan raised her head and looked at the broken roof and the blinding sunlight pouring down through the hole.

"Junior sister!"

The sunlight suddenly dimmed, and her enormous dragon eyes leaped into everyone's view before quickly gliding over her agile figure.

Yun Yici jumped off the Candle Dragon and dropped the Mirror of Revelation: "Follow the mirror, the demons have already found the place where the one who cast the curse is."

"Senior Zhujian will be with you."

"Please be sure to protect yourself!"

Ning Tinglan reached out and caught the World-Reflecting Mirror, in which a beam of light refracted and stretched into the distance.

Yun Yici rode his sword through the air, and with a single flick of his tail, he completely destroyed the Xue family's main residence, which had already become ruins.

"Get on! Don't waste time!"

The cultivators of Huangling Domain were still in a daze even after they boarded the powerful, winding back of the Candle Dragon.

"That's a Zhulong!"

"My God! Such a legendary mythical beast!"

"Many thanks to the God of Candle Dragon for his help!"

The cultivators were thrilled, but as the Candle Dragon took flight, they also saw the full appearance of the nine-headed monster that stretched across the center of the Snow Capital.

The white-clad female cultivator who had previously helped them resolutely flew towards the monster.

The crowd fell silent. Zhu Jian did not linger at all, leaving the cultivators whose curses had not been broken far behind.

Seeing that they couldn't catch up with Zhu Jian, these cultivators started chasing after Yun Yi Ci.

Rong Xuan asked anxiously, "Where is Senior Shen? With Jiu Feng in front and pursuers behind, isn't Junior Sister now caught in a pincer movement?"

Ning Tinglan gripped the spirit sword in her hand, unsure whether she was trying to persuade Rong Xuan or herself: "Senior brother, don't panic. Junior sister has her own plans. We should just listen to her."

At this moment, Jiufeng's neck fell to the ground, its seventh head about to be severed, golden blood flowing continuously from the cut on its neck.

His eyes were fixed on the departing figure of Zhulong, and he made a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

Those cultivators who were chasing Yun Yici seemed to have received an order and turned around to chase after Zhulong.