Chapter 92 The Cursed Tome: Hexing Tang San and Xu Sanshi
By noon the next day, Ye Chen left the Inner Court while rubbing his sore waist.
He had to admit, Ma Xiaotao's "punishment" was intense—mostly because she didn't allow breaks. That was just cruel.
The only upside was that after cultivating with her last night, his soul power had risen to level 45.
If things kept going at that pace, reaching level 50 wouldn't take long.
Smiling to himself, Ye Chen activated his daily sign‑in.
[Sign‑in successful, reward: Cursed Tome × 1]
[Cursed Tome: Allows the user to curse a target and inflict a random negative effect. Each target may only be cursed once every 30 days. The curse cannot be dispelled by any power and leaves no karmic trace or perception by any being.]
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"Oh? Something new—Cursed Tome? That sounds pretty interesting~"
Ye Chen perked up immediately.
For several days, he'd only received ordinary attribute bonuses—nothing exciting. Finally, this looked like a real treasure.
After scanning through the description, he understood its utility.
In simple terms: a perfect tool for striking from the shadows—a must‑have for anyone who liked subtle payback.
Ye Chen considered himself kindhearted, not one to start trouble without reason…
Then he paused.
"No, wait…"
A face flashed through his mind—Xu Sanshi.
He still remembered that unmistakable killing intent in Xu Sanshi's eyes during their last encounter. Xu Sanshi wasn't truly a threat, but his hostility had been far too clear.
Shrek Academy and the city itself were safe—but beyond their walls, it was a dangerous, unpredictable world.
Smirking, Ye Chen summoned the Cursed Tome.
It wasn't a physical book but a translucent apparition—the shape of a dark, two‑centimeter‑thick booklet, its cover embossed with a grinning skull.
It definitely didn't look like something wholesome.
At his will, the pages parted. They were blank, empty white.
And in that instant, Ye Chen instinctively grasped how to use it.
All he had to do was write the target's name on the page while picturing them in his mind—the curse would connect and take effect.
Even without having met the person, as long as he could imagine the karmic link between them, the tome would identify the right one.
For example, he'd never met Tang San, but if he wrote down the name and envisioned the God King, the Cursed Tome would lock onto him precisely—it wouldn't affect anyone else with the same name.
Even better, the curse erased all causal traces. No one—not even a god—could trace it back to him.
Still, before aiming at truly dangerous prey, he decided to test it on someone expendable.
A wicked grin touched his lips. His mental will moved, and the name "Xu Sanshi" appeared on the page.
Zzzzz—
The written name hissed, disintegrating into black mist before vanishing completely.
Then, crooked letters surfaced on the parchment:
[Curse successful. Target: Xu Sanshi. Negative effect—seven‑day diarrhea.]
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"Seven days of diarrhea, huh? Not bad. Shame it won't kill him…" Ye Chen muttered, tightening slightly at the thought. This grimoire was something else indeed.
It didn't slay; it simply tormented.
With a Soul Master's constitution, diarrhea wouldn't be fatal—but seven days straight? Even hemorrhoids might surrender by day five.
And since the curse couldn't be purified or dispelled, even the greatest healing‑type masters would be useless.
"Seven days of peace—he won't have the strength to bother me for a while."
Feeling rather pleased, Ye Chen thought about spending the week getting closer to Jiang Nannan.
Not that he feared Xu Sanshi, but the guy was like gum on a shoe—annoying and impossible to ignore.
Feeling cheerful, he opened the tome again and inscribed a new name: Tang San.
This time, the smoke danced before forming new letters:
[Curse successful. Target: Tang San. Negative effect—Divine Power Disorder.]
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"Well, now, that's impressive… it actually worked on a God King." Ye Chen blinked in admiration at the inscription.
He had no idea how effective that curse might be but was thrilled nonetheless.
If only he could watch Tang San's reaction in person, he thought wistfully.
Still, a successful hit was satisfying enough.
Though they'd never met, he and Tang San were already rivals.
His connection with Wang Dong had disrupted Tang San's careful plans in the mortal realm.
Tang San couldn't kill him directly, but Ye Chen was sure he'd been marked as a thorn in the god's side.
By cursing Tang San now, he might distract the god long enough to delay any interference with the lower world.
Ye Chen just needed time—to grow stronger, to ascend.
With his potential, divinity was only a few years away. Then, he'd face Tang San head‑on, unafraid.
After all, gods were far from invincible. Even newly risen ones could still bleed—Huo Yuhao, a fresh ascendant, had injured Tang San at his peak.
And if Ye Chen kept ranking up while stacking system rewards? Who knew—he might not even need to be a god to crush an entire pantheon someday.
The thought alone left him grinning in anticipation.
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…
In the God Realm—
Inside the Seagod Palace.
Pfft—!
Tang San, deep in meditation, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His divine aura flickered violently, his godly essence plunging as his power collapsed from full God King back to its initial stage.
"Who?! Who's cursing me?!"
Rage twisted his voice; crimson light burned in his eyes as his energy fluctuated chaotically.
He'd been cultivating peacefully—and out of nowhere, an unseen curse struck him, wounding him severely.
And worse—it wasn't a physical injury but a direct disruption to his godly powers, something that would take considerable time to recover from.
The first name he thought of was—The God of Destruction.
After all, in the entire realm, only that being could hurt him.
Destruction's domain might not typically include curses, but perhaps the rival god had secretly studied that rule to attack him unseen.
It was speculation—but the only explanation that fit.
Their relations had already soured over the years; even their subordinates fought constantly.
Still, Tang San didn't understand why Destruction would resort to such underhanded means…
"Damn it! Whoever you are, I'll find you—and when I do, I'll destroy you!"
He roared into emptiness, divine might shaking the hall—but powerless to locate the source.
His fury was immense and choking.
Recently, his plans for the mortal realm had already been ruined by that unpredictable "variable."
And now—this!
Another unseen knife in the back.
He'd wanted to target that mortal anomaly when the chance came—but after this setback, it seemed he might not be able to move at all for the time being.
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