Chapter 1 Body as Talisman, Defying the Heavens

Transforming into a talisman, he charged against the nine heavens.

As the figure within the rolling thunder shattered, flesh and blood dissolving, it was as if a specter emerged from a cocoon.

Accompanied by white banners and countless talisman papers falling from them, he shattered thunderbolt after thunderbolt, charging straight into the low-hanging leaden clouds in the sky. The leaden clouds fell into silence, then violently contracted, and then exploded.

A mass of leaden clouds was suddenly torn apart, then collapsed in all directions, layer by layer, circle by circle, retreating ten thousand *li* away, beyond the range of vision.

And this land of ten thousand *li* became indescribably dark, yet hollow. Faintly, there seemed to be a thin layer of mist covering all directions. Within the mist, talismans loomed, as if voices echoed back and forth, with the sky as the boundary.

"If the heavens won't let me live, I'll perish with the heavens..."

"..."

Throughout the Four Prefectures and Seven Provinces, hundreds of thousands of sleeping people were awakened by this voice, their faces revealing unprecedented expressions.

It was as if their heads had been forcibly opened and filled with some unprecedented sound.

"What happened?"

At the same time, as this roar echoed in the dreams of hundreds of thousands of people, countless people in Changping King's army also felt a tightening of their scalps, and an unimaginable oppression enveloped their hearts.

They all looked up at the sky. The leaden clouds had dispersed, and they could see nothing, but precisely in that emptiness, there seemed to appear something that made their hearts tremble.

The Changping King was currently hosting a banquet for the lords of various aristocratic families, agreeing that after breaking through this redundancy, they would use this as a base to advance into Ming Province, and then connect Ming Province, Dongping Prefecture City, and Qing Prefecture into one piece, as the foundation for seizing the world.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, everyone was extremely confident, but suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in from outside. Dozens of candles lit in the tent flickered simultaneously, then went out with a *poof*.

Uniform and extremely eerie.

It was as if dozens of invisible ghosts had floated into the tent with that gust of cold wind, and then blew out the candles at the same time.

The sounds of laughter and conversation disappeared.

In the dark tent, the Changping King and the heads of various aristocratic families looked at each other, all feeling inexplicably flustered.

They vaguely felt as if countless people's curses and accusations were ringing in their ears.

"Someone is using a curse?"

Although the Changping King was a grassroots warlord, he also came from the *jianghu* and had extensive experience. After a moment of stunned silence, he immediately slammed the table and stood up.

He roared, "How dare you! This is an army camp, and the *qi* of soldiers and horses can break all spells. Who dares to cast a curse in the army?"

In that instant, he even felt it was absurd and laughable. He was about to immediately muster his troops to capture the audacious person who dared to cast the curse, or order his soldiers to perform martial exercises, relying on the murderous *qi* of the army to cause the curse caster to be backlashed to death.

But he had a thousand reasons not to fear the curse caster, yet the more he shouted like this, the more he felt his heart prickle with fear, inexplicably terrified.

He tried to widen his eyes to see everything around him clearly, but the more he looked, the more confused he became.

The advisors and aristocratic lords who had just been toasting and laughing with him, their faces became blurred, and finally turned into the rough appearances of muddy-legged peasants, their faces livid and angry.

They pointed at his face, cursing loudly.

More and more, more and more.

Countless voices simultaneously drilled into his ears, suppressing his soul and his body.

The more he was suppressed, the more afraid he became, and the voices became louder and more forceful, scolding him even more loudly.

But gradually, he couldn't even hear his own voice. The harder he tried, the farther his voice moved away from him.

"Changping King..."

In the tent, someone suddenly jumped up, shouting in a trembling voice.

The others also turned their heads to look, so frightened that their scalps went numb. They saw that as the candlelight went out, the Changping King seemed to have slammed the table, stood up, and was pointing his finger, cursing something.

But upon closer inspection, they saw that the Changping King's face was now livid, his mouth wide open as he stood there, blood flowing from all his facial features. He had already died suddenly.

But the sound of his cursing still vaguely echoed in the tent, as if his soul did not know he was dead and was still feigning strength, cursing loudly.

"Someone used a curse to harm people?"

"This is in the middle of the army. Whose curse is so powerful that it directly suppresses the murderous *qi* of the army and curses the commander to death?"

In an instant, an indescribable panic spread. This fact was beyond everyone's comprehension.

But at this moment, an even more fierce wind blew outside the tent, directly overturning the military tent. Countless dignitaries in the tent suddenly felt as if they had been stripped of their clothes in the winter, their bodies ice-cold.

Strands of cold wind passed through their bodies, as if icy hands were touching every bone.

"You..."

A general in the army opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, wanting to say something.

But before he could say a complete sentence, he suddenly died just as suddenly.

"Ah..."

The other strategists, advisors, generals, and commanders, seeing this, couldn't control themselves anymore and tried to run away, but some just swayed and died.

Some ran a few steps before their bodies stiffened and they fell to the ground, their eyes still wide open.

The shadow play that had been cast into the dreams of the people of the Four Prefectures and Seven Provinces was named "Changping King's Lunacy, Jiangtou Chen Corpse Worshipping Grain."

So this curse was first directed at the Changping King.

Even if he was a grassroots warlord, even if the number of grassroots warlords in the world was decreasing and their destiny was becoming thicker, even if he was surrounded by 30,000 elite soldiers and ghosts and gods could hardly invade him, he still died silently and inexplicably under this curse.

He didn't even get a chance to struggle or say a few words.

As for the other generals and advisors, that was purely because they had followed the wrong person. The people knew there was a Changping King, but who knew what the Changping King looked like?

These generals and advisors who were cursed to death along with him were all those who had shown their faces and were remembered by those people. Because you are a high official, you are considered the Changping King.

As long as your face has been remembered, you will be targeted by the curse.

"*Hua la*..."

Suddenly, the entire army fell into chaos. The Changping King had once thought of letting the redundant army collapse first to win without a fight, but he never expected that the one collapsing now would be himself.

The various commanders, chiefs, and even ordinary soldiers all felt that oppressive and eerie atmosphere at this moment, as if an invisible black *qi* was constantly chasing them.

Their hearts became more and more panicked, and once their courage began to shrink, they couldn't control it and it would disappear completely.

The aristocratic lords who had come to the banquet couldn't help but shiver all over. They pushed over the tables, crawled on the ground, and grabbed the pillars to get up. Some only cared about holding their heads and running, although they didn't know where to run, they had to escape.

Some had good objects to protect themselves, or the ashes of their ancestors, which they desperately took out.

But all around, the cold wind became stronger, sweeping through the entire military camp.

In the empty night, black lines seemed to hang down from the sky, faintly visible.

The protective objects in their hands shattered as soon as they were taken out. The ancestral ashes they tremblingly took out immediately began to seep out of the bags and fall.

No matter how hard they tried to protect them with their hands, they couldn't stop the ashes from flying away. Those who could sit at this banquet were all wealthy families, and their ancestors had enjoyed incense offerings and were very effective, but now they couldn't play any role.

They fluttered and disappeared.

Finally, a daring person realized that this was an unprecedented catastrophe and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Quick, quickly invite the masters of the Jiangtou Chen family to save us..."

"..."

"..."

"How could this be?"

At this moment, in the Jiangtou Chen family, in an old house built in the mountains, covered with cobwebs, a nearly distorted cry of surprise echoed through the mansion.

In the main hall of this old house, several candles as thick as a child's arm were lit in the four corners, the flames were green, illuminating the figures sitting on the grand master chairs, and also illuminating the five iron coffins placed upright in the hall.

The five iron coffins were already rusty, covered with wet mud, as if they had just been dug out.

And in that military camp, when the Changping King died suddenly and the army was in chaos, the cold wind also blew into this manor.

The dense black threads in the sky were ten or a hundred times denser than in the army, and the faint sounds of cursing echoed in the hall.

The seven Chen family members, the four hall officials, and all the living ghost servants and yin spirit maids who were serving here felt uncomfortable all over when the cold wind blew. They felt like something was covering their heads.

They were being shadowed.

Ordinary people who are cursed may not know the intricacies, but they will also feel as if they are being covered up when the curse comes upon them, and they will feel uncomfortable everywhere.

The entire Jiangtou Chen family are people of the *men dao*, so they naturally understand this feeling even more, but their first reaction was disbelief. They had never believed that a curse would come upon themselves.

Besides crying out, everyone looked at a coffin in the hall.

It was one of the five iron coffins, containing the Flying Corpse *Jiang*, which was also the only one of the five great *jiang* corpses that had been awakened.

Now, it was clear that they were not driving it, but the coffin was inexplicably trembling, the coffin lid constantly bouncing, as if something inside was eager to jump out.

The surroundings became more and more oppressive, the cold wind more and more violent, and the temperature lower and lower. Suddenly, the coffin lid was pushed aside by a huge force, and a rotting corpse sat up halfway.

But at that moment, the cold wind reached its peak, and the rotting corpse tried hard to sit up, but failed.

It couldn't make a sound, its body was only trembling non-stop.

Gradually, black mucus seeped out from all parts of its body, and it melted into a puddle of juice.

"Why..."

Looking at the appearance of the *jiang* corpse in the iron coffin, a man in a black robe on the nearby *futon* tried hard to suppress something inside his body and opened his mouth in a trembling voice: "Why... why is this happening? Someone... is using a curse to suppress the *jiang*, I... I..."

He was the Branch Incense Hall Official of the Jiangtou Chen family. In the *jianghu*, the actions of Jiangtou Chen were usually low-key, but the business and foundation under their control were actually quite extensive.

As the Branch Incense Hall Official, he was highly respected wherever he went. Even if he met a member of the Ten Surnames, he could stand and speak, not to mention that his *jiangtou* techniques had already reached the Bridge.

Those who have reached the Bridge can be called demigods, and demons, ghosts, and gods must avoid him.

But now, after saying such a sentence, he suddenly vomited blood.

Once he started vomiting, he couldn't stop. Pools of blood poured out of his mouth, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood in his body. By the time he had vomited halfway, he was already dead, but streams of blood were still喷射ing from his mouth.

He couldn't say the rest of the words.

The techniques of the Jiangtou Chen family ignore karma and heavenly retribution, so although they rarely出手, how powerful are they?

How could someone destroy the Flying Corpse *Jiang* and even压死 himself with such a simple curse?

Unlike the deaths of the people in Changping King's army, he was not directly cursed, but because he had once driven the Flying Corpse *Jiang* to worship grain, the curse followed along the connection and活活 backlashed him to death.

The people already knew about the Flying Corpse *Jiang* worshipping grain, and this was the source of all resentment. Therefore, when this curse started, the Flying Corpse *Jiang* that destroyed the grain was directly destroyed, and he who drove the Flying Corpse *Jiang* also suffered the backlash.

When the dignified Hall Official died before their eyes, the Chen family's head administrator didn't even have time to look at him. When the Flying Corpse *Jiang* in the iron coffin melted, he had already rushed out the door.

The Chen family's four great Hall Officials and all the capable people were all here, guarding the five great corpse *jiang*, in order to wait for the capable people on the reincarnated side to come and fight.

But the techniques seemed to be different from what they had imagined.

He rushed out the door and immediately looked up, seeing the gloomy sky.

At that moment, the dignified head administrator of the Jiangtou Chen family suddenly felt cold all over and quickly retreated back into the hall.

In the sky, it was empty, as if there was nothing, but when he looked up, he seemed to see countless invisible wronged ghosts descending from the sky like rain and falling towards him.

For a moment, he even saw that he was surrounded by faces as thin as firewood, even submerged, all opening their mouths and biting at him.

He waved his sleeve, retreated back into the hall, and also brushed away those illusions. There were no阴 ghosts or living people around him, as if it was all just a momentary hallucination.

But the places that were bitten in the illusion were still painfully unbearable even after the illusion faded.

He raised his hand and pulled up his sleeves, seeing red and swollen scabies all over his body, some even starting to fester.

He looked up at the sky, trying to see where the curse came from and trace its origin so that he could use *jiang* techniques to suppress it, but he never expected that the karma he saw was beyond imagination.

This curse originated from the redundancy of the Four Prefectures and Seven Provinces and hundreds of thousands of people, and used the curse to replace the heavens, triggering the sorrow of millions of people. Tracing its origin, there was simply no source to be found.

Instead, he was immediately tainted by the curse's power. The dignified Chen family's head administrator was covered in sores.

"What, what exactly happened?"

In the hall, with the Branch Incense Hall Official dead, everyone else, regardless of their status, felt that heart-piercing coldness, and the countless voices叠加ing in their ears appeared from time to time.

Some even saw the countless black threads垂落ing from the sky, all缠绕ing on their bodies, only feeling an invisible force pressing down, angrily and madly searching for the souls in their bodies...

They couldn't care about anything else and tried their best to get rid of these black threads, but it was all in vain. They could only shiver, using all their strength to hide.

But they were all the most capable people in the Chen family, and had already worshiped at Meng Po's shop, so they could barely hide.

More Chen family members, however, couldn't hide at all.

"It's not good, it's not good, the first wife is gone..."

"Aunt, Aunt..."

Unprecedented silence appeared in the hall, but outside, cries of alarm rang out, coming from the Chen family's mansion.

For this fight, several capable people from the Chen family had gathered in the old house, afraid that other family members would be affected, so they were all rushed to the village at the foot of the mountain to wait. But now, the cries from the village even reached this house.

The pampered wives were preparing a feast for the men in the family, so that after they won this fight, they would have a cup of hot wine to warm themselves up when they returned.

But inexplicably, they heard someone calling their name from above, and when they looked up, they suddenly rolled their eyes and died.

The cleaned chicken on the table, about to be put into the pot, suddenly jumped up, its bald wings shaking, and curses came from the鲜艳 knife wound at its neck, so everyone in the kitchen died as well.

Up and down, everyone fell into hell. Each person's head seemed to be covered with invisible cobwebs, which they tried to wipe away forcefully, but they couldn't wipe them clean. If they used too much force, even their heads would suddenly roll off.

Everyone in the Jiangtou Chen family can use *jiang*, refine corpses, and summon ghosts as common methods.

They rarely encounter strange things, because to them, their existence is a strange thing to ordinary people. But at this moment, all the strange things came.

And they were inexplicably dangerous and heavily unsolvable.

They knew what these black threads were. It was karma. The "curse" had found them.

The Jiangtou Chen family is good at avoiding karma and heavenly retribution, and heavenly retribution is also a kind of curse, just used by heaven.

The Chen family can even avoid the curse used by God, but now they are entangled by this kind of curse?

"Evil, evil!"

The Chen family's head administrator knew what had happened at the foot of the mountain and cursed in alarm and anger, "They say disaster doesn't reach wives and children. These evil spirits are actually attacking the old and weak in the family..."

"This is not a method of evil spirits..."

In the hall, someone opened their mouth in a low voice. It was an old woman who looked black all over. She was the Chen family's head administrator's second aunt, and the only one in the current Chen family, besides the Chen family's head administrator, who could still speak.

"What?"

The Chen family's head administrator was furious and suddenly turned his head to look at her.

"This is a fair and正正 method..."

The old woman smiled森然ly, "It's just that this method is too heavy, too big, so big that the entire Jiangtou Chen family can't bear it, so it has harmed wives, children, the old, and the young..."

"The people's resentment transforms into怨, and the怨 *qi* fills the sky..."

"What kind of person could think of such a method..."

A bitter smile appeared on that dirty and blurry face, "We were thinking too much. We knew that using the Flying Corpse *Jiang* was equal to issuing a challenge, and those reincarnated evil spirits would come..."

"We had planned the fight and prepared the five great *jiang* corpses."

"We even thought, how many capable people could those evil spirits have to break our five great *jiang* corpses?"

"But we never expected that they wouldn't break our *jiang* corpses at all, or even take our moves, but would directly destroy our foundation..."

"..."

"Ah..."

While she was speaking, a man in a black robe in the hall, who was from the older generation of the Chen family, whom even the Chen family's head administrator had to call Uncle, suddenly collapsed after supporting himself for so long. Infinite black threads immediately tore his soul out and tore it to pieces. The Chen family's head administrator rushed over, reaching out his hand to help him, but he was already powerless.

"Using the杀劫 to break Wu Chang Li, and then using this curse to suppress my Chen family..."

At this moment, the Chen family's head administrator even felt a sense of powerlessness and self-doubt, "Could it be that our levels are really that far apart?"

As he spoke, he suddenly saw that the remaining four iron coffins were also trembling, and four or five of his family members in the hall were already obviously about to collapse, so he shouted anxiously: "Enter the yin府, quick, go get Meng Po soup..."

"Useless."

The black-robed old woman, who was also the Knife-Wielding Hall Official of the Jiangtou Chen family, shook her head slowly at this time.

"Meng Po's shop, one of the Eight Views of the Yellow Springs, is in my Chen family's hands. It can wash away karma. Without karma, you can avoid all methods."

When the Chen family's head administrator spoke, there was a hint of anger in his voice, even as if he was about to scold someone: "We Chen family members are naturally resistant to curses. Even the Yin司 Debt Book of the Wu Chang Li family can't write our names."

"Can't we avoid this small resentful curse now?"

"Can't avoid it. The sky is gone..."

The old woman also gritted her teeth slightly, said in a low voice, and then used all her strength to slowly look up at the sky. When she looked at the sky, her eyes had already begun to bleed, and her eyeballs gradually became dry.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on her face, and she suddenly shouted loudly: "The Chen family can avoid heavenly retribution because this demonic sky can't reflect the shadows of our Chen family members..."

"But they... they used the resentment of ten thousand people to break this sky..."

"This area of ten thousand *li* has no sky, only curses, and this curse is looking for Jiangtou Chen..."

"You think they are cursing us?"

"..."

Her empty, bleeding eyes suddenly looked at the Chen family's head administrator: "No, they are directly cursing Jiangtou Chen!"

"The entire family, old and young, subordinates and servants, distant relatives and old friends, everyone who stands in the world in the name of the Jiangtou Chen family is hated, can't avoid this curse, and will die under this curse."

"If you want to avoid this curse, there is still one way. Don't want this name or this surname anymore. You burn incense and make a wish to throw away the Chen surname..."

"Otherwise, as long as Jiangtou Chen is still here, this curse won't消, and there's nowhere to hide."

"This is no longer a fight. This is gambling your life. Someone is gambling their life with the people of Jiangtou Chen on behalf of the world's redundancy and millions of people!"

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