Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 247: Chapter 163: The Curse (Second Update)

“How did you find out?”

Mo Shiyao couldn’t help looking towards Su Jie, surprised that this guy could actually detect traces of a curse, something she hadn’t even noticed.

“As we wander through Jianghu, we rely on caution and discretion, always equipped with some secretive methods.”

Su Jie smiled and did not elaborate further.

His Divine Soul was on the verge of becoming a Primordial Spirit, surpassing many of the Secret Realm Elders, which was why he could detect this hidden curse through the power of his Divine Soul. @@novelbin@@

In this regard, Su Jie had an advantage far superior to those disciples from reputable sects.

Seeing that Su Jie did not wish to speak, Mo Shiyao could only withdraw her gaze with dissatisfaction, trying to remove the curse spell.

But no matter how Mo Shiyao stimulated her Spiritual Power, the curse spell on Han Ruyan couldn’t be peeled off or removed.

“It’s no use, I can’t dispel this curse spell.”

Mo Shiyao had no choice but to give up and speak, “I’ll go find someone else to try, maybe they have a way.”

Han Ruyan instinctively looked towards Su Jie.

“Looking at me is useless, if even these Righteous Sects have no solution, I certainly cannot do it.”

Su Jie shrugged and walked straight out of the room.

The door to the room had been blown shut by the wind, and as Su Jie pushed the door open to step outside, his foot suddenly froze in midair.

Outside the room, a thin fog had appeared out of nowhere, and within a few meters, visibility was reduced to almost zero.

And when Su Jie used his Divine Sense to investigate, his expression changed dramatically.

For Su Jie discovered that the outside was no longer the Han Mansion they were accustomed to, but an entirely unfamiliar place.

“We’ve been screwed over because of you guys.”

Su Jie pulled his foot back and retreated inside, his face looking very unpleasant.

“It was fine just before, where did this thick fog come from?”

Mo Shiyao also saw the situation outside the door, and this thick fog was truly abnormal.

“True Word—Gangfeng Dragon Storm.”

Mo Shiyao waved her arm, and immediately, several huge tornadoes rose up, dispersing the surrounding fog and greatly clearing the view.

But when they saw the environment revealed outside, Mo Shiyao’s face stiffened in shock, and Han Ruyan’s complexion turned pale.

All they saw was that the Han Mansion, with its numerous buildings, had vanished, replaced by large mounds of earth—the grave hills stood tall on the ground.

In the sky, yellow Paper Money fluttered down, accompanied by faint, lamenting sobs carried by the night wind, sometimes distant, sometimes near, causing one’s scalp to tingle.

“What kind of ghostly place is this?”

Mo Shiyao was filled with disbelief. They were just inside dealing with the Painting Woman, and now outside, the scene had changed beyond recognition. Such power was beyond her capabilities; not to mention this silent change was undetected even by her, a high-ranking practitioner at the Ten Levels of Yunling Realm.

Han Ruyan looked around uneasily at the strange environment, feeling a burning sensation on her back as if a red-hot iron was being pressed against her skin, causing her beautiful willowy eyebrows to knit together.

“Miss Mo, my back hurts a lot.”

Han Ruyan instinctively circulated the Spiritual Power within her body. Her Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body contained an extremely vast Spiritual Energy, which erupted forth, soaring up to the skies.

Yet this burst of Spiritual Energy was different from normal, carrying a tinge of gray, exuding a chilly aura, akin to that of a ghost.

“It’s the curse acting up; we must have been targeted.”

Mo Shiyao recognized the problem at a glance. This curse that had wrapped itself around her, flaring up at this particular moment, was clearly intentional. Its target, including the changes in the environment outside, was evidently Han Ruyan.

Su Jie stepped back a few paces, closed the door again, and walked back to Han Ruyan’s side. Without a word, Su Jie slapped his palm onto the jade back of Fu Ou, covering the eye-shaped rune.

Watching Su Jie’s action, Mo Shiyao did not try to stop him because she could tell that Su Jie was trying to halt the onset of the curse.

And Su Jie’s method was simple: use his formidable divine soul power to forcefully suppress the curse’s imprint.

His divine soul was exceptionally powerful, and he was just one step away from transforming into a primordial spirit.

As a result, the effect was significant, and soon Han Ruyan felt the burning sensation on her back gradually fade away.

“Thank you, thank you, Young Master Xu. I had misunderstood you earlier, thinking you wanted to take advantage of me. I’m truly sorry.”

After recovering, Han Ruyan repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Su Jie.

“It’s fine, your body is indeed beautiful.”

Su Jie shrugged his shoulders, instantly causing Han Ruyan’s face to turn beet red. She quickly pulled up her lightweight silk garment to cover her fragrant and pure jade back.

Mo Shiyao paid no attention to what was happening on this side because at that moment, sounds were approaching from outside the house.

It seemed to be the sound of the procession’s musical instruments: suona horns, bronze gongs, clappers, drums, and flutes.

Whoo!

The closed door was blown open, and a procession composed of paper figures, moving with fluttering steps, marched straight toward the house.

These paper figures were crafted from white paper with ink-dotted eyes, noses, and mouths, and heavy rouge on both cheeks. They looked strikingly lifelike, but due to the uncanny valley effect, the more they resembled humans, the more terrifying they appeared.

Among these paper figures was a large red flower sedan chair, also made of paper, decked with silk and other woven fabrics, embroidered with patterns of goldfish frolicking among lotuses, a vermilion phoenix greeting the sun, a qilin bringing offspring, peonies symbolizing wealth, and wishes of good fortune. The embroidery was exceptionally fine and vivid, bright and eye-catching.

With music and fanfare, these paper figures held up signs with the characters for “welcoming the bride” and “double happiness,” clearing the path as they went.

As the flower sedan chair came to a stop in front of the house, the paper figures ceased their celebratory music and shouted in unison, “The auspicious time has arrived, please, bride, enter the sedan.”

No sooner had their call ended, the paper figures all turned to look at Han Ruyan, scaring the maiden witless.

It became blatantly obvious that the bride referred to by these paper figures was none other than the Han Family’s young lady.

“Who dares to play tricks like this, come out!”

Mo Shiyao was furious, after all, she was a high disciple of Miao Yin Temple, and was not intimidated by the scene.

While speaking, Mo Shiyao chanted the heavenly sounds and flicked her finger.

“True Word Miao Yin—Ten Thousand Blade Formation.”

Row upon row of sharp blades sprouted from the ground, swarming upward rapidly, piercing the paper figures through and through, leaving them hanging in mid-air like skewered kebabs.

“Is it necessary to be so rash?”

Su Jie had a headache, as Mo Shiyao’s actions had triggered a certain kind of stress response.

One by one, the impaled paper figures caught on fire, the flames not only reduced them to ash, but also destroyed the blades, causing them to dissolve into spiritual energy and scatter.

“Insolent youths, daring to interfere with my good work.”

Just then, a hoarse male voice came from the sky.

Following that, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe embroidered with black other-shore flowers descended from above.

The spiritual energy emanating from his body immediately informed Su Jie and the others that he was a cultivator from the Secret Realm.