Chapter 486: Planting a Stake to Frame Another and Obtaining the Curse Jade

Mu Sigui is galloping on a fat bear; the bear's paws are thick and broad, sprinting rapidly across the loose sand.

At this moment, his four limbs are intact, save for a 'Curse Jade' that has sprouted on his forehead, emitting black Qi without cease and invading his five senses and seven apertures.

The black Qi is a unique curse power, and also the source that allowed his legs and arms to heal.

Previously, after being defeated by Zhou You and left behind, he lay on the ground waiting for death, only to encounter a Witch skilled in curses.

The Witch bestowed upon him a Curse Jade, causing his shattered bones to heal at high speed, returning him to his peak combat strength in the blink of an eye.

Even within the Witch Tribe, Witches who have mastered curses are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Curses are the most mysterious and powerful of all ultimate techniques.

After obtaining the Curse Jade, Mu Sigui discovered this treasure had another function: by leveraging the resentment and unwillingness in his heart, it could track the whereabouts of the martial artist who had just defeated him.

The curse power radiating from his forehead pointed like a magnetic needle in a certain direction, leading him through the Witch Banners as if they were empty space.

"Almost there, almost there, just ahead."

Mu Sigui felt the abundant power within his body; this was the brand-new experience of rebirth brought by the Curse Jade.

He was confident that when he met Zhou You again, he could easily break his four limbs.

The layers of Witch Banners in front of him parted one by one, revealing a scene of carnage with corpses scattered across the sand, which made him pause slightly.

There were corpses of martial artists everywhere, along with a large amount of abandoned supplies, yet there was not a single corpse of a Witch.

Could it be that a heaven-gifted prodigy had already been here, slaughtered all the martial artists, and left?

The fat bear beneath Mu Sigui let out a few whimpers, lowering its head to gnaw on dried meat and drink the sweet, clear wine from a jar.

"Hm?"

He suddenly spotted a figure at the end of a hill not far away, hunched over a horse's back and fleeing rapidly.

A fish that slipped through the net?

Mu Sigui sensed the weak Qi and blood of the fleeing person; they were clearly a person on the verge of death, how could he let them go?

He used his Totem to restrain the fat bear, and this Witch beast reluctantly abandoned the food scattered everywhere, spreading its thick paws to sprint in pursuit.

"Stop, if you don't stop, I will strike."

Seeing the distance closing, Mu Sigui shouted, yet the other party kept their head down and fled for their life, as if they hadn't heard.

He raised his Bronze Short Ge; this weapon had also been repaired by the curse power, the black Qi at the break acting like fish glue to bind it, making it even sturdier and firmer than before.

Whoosh, the Bronze Short Ge was launched, and the steed let out a mournful cry before collapsing to the ground.

Walking up, he saw both man and horse had been pierced through by the Bronze Short Ge, and the man was already on the verge of death.

Mu Sigui was somewhat surprised; he knew the strength of his own strike, intended to hinder the enemy rather than kill, so why was this fellow so fragile? His gaze flickered as he saw that the attire of the party was not that of ordinary martial artists, but rather resembled the 'Noble Clan' mentioned by other Witches.

Could it be...

"The one who killed me, Zhou..."

The unlucky fellow skewered like a meat skewer along with the horse was none other than Xiao Jingfeng; as he neared death, he desperately opened his mouth to shout.

Unfortunately, before he could finish the full name, his breath failed him, and he died.

Mu Sigui truly hadn't heard clearly; he recalled the corpses and supplies he had seen earlier, and became increasingly certain that this person's identity was extraordinary.

Suddenly...

There was a tingling sensation in his soles, just like when he was in Beijing, keeping watch over the Gu Insect pits at night, and a Gu Insect crawled out of a large pit onto the back of his foot.

The hair all over Mu Sigui's body stood on end; oh no, someone was ambushing him.

Gu Insect—the one attacking was not an enemy, but a fellow Witch. In the great war between the two races, they were not a monolithic block; there was infighting among both martial artists and Witches.

Many Witches who championed Pure Blood viewed mixed-blood descendants like Mu Sigui as enemies; when they encountered them alone on the battlefield, they would strike without a word, euphemistically calling it 'Pure Blood'.

Mu Sigui instinctively tried to resist, but suddenly a sharp pain pierced the back of his foot, and an unprecedented agony swept through his entire body.

Thud, his whole body went rigid and he collapsed to the ground, twitching and trembling from head to toe, his teeth biting down until they bled.

"You have some nerve, daring to snatch my spoils of war."

"Hm, the thing on your forehead is interesting; I'll take it. As an exchange, I'll spare your life."

Mu Sigui clearly heard someone speaking in his ear, yet he could not move his hands or feet as the other party pried the Curse Jade from his forehead.

Black Qi permeated the air as an ink-black gemstone fell into a palm.

Zhou You kicked Mu Sigui away; he really did have a connection with this Witch, meeting him for the second time.

This fellow had also had a strange encounter; not only had his broken limbs healed, but he had managed to track him all the way here.

There was no need to ask; the change was brought about by this ink jade on his forehead.

Zhou You glanced at Mu Sigui, deciding to spare his life once more so he could be the scapegoat and bear the blame for killing Xiao Jingfeng.

He put away the Curse Jade and left with the Golden Money Scorpion; before leaving, he didn't forget to threaten the fat bear, drawing a hand across his throat to signal that if it dared to speak, he would kill it.

The fat bear whimpered, covering its ears with its paws and burying its head in the ground, not daring to move.

Several days later, news that shocked both races spread in all directions.

"Witch Mu Sigui stabs Jueguang Sect's Xiao Jingfeng to death, promoted to one of the Ten Prodigies."

Xiao Jingfeng, a Disciple of the Jueguang Sect and direct descendant of the Wei Nan Xiao Clan, once mentioned in the same breath as Liu Fengji, had now fallen on the battlefield, becoming a stepping stone for a Witch's fame.

This is the cruelty of the battlefield; regardless of how astonishing your talent, how prominent your background, or how highly you are valued, if you die midway, you are nothing but a pile of yellow earth that no one cares about.

Mu Sigui became famous in one battle, standing out from the low-level Witch warriors.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that the credit he had gained from scavenging the corpse was largely hollow.

Aside from a corpse, there were no spoils of war; Xiao Jingfeng had nothing but tattered clothes, even poorer than when he had left Beijing.

It was easy to imagine that before he arrived, a powerful Witch must have ravaged the entire scene, and that person was the true killer of Xiao Jingfeng.

Yet, the development of events was unexpected; no one came forward to claim this credit.

Mu Sigui claimed the credit under a false name with the goal of provoking the Witch who had used the Gu Insect to ambush him, so he could reclaim the Curse Jade.

The Great Witches learned of this matter, and after verification, confirmed that the corpse was indeed Xiao Jingfeng.

Mu Sigui leaped to become one of the Ten Prodigies, and was rewarded with a nest of high-quality Gu Insects and one piece of blood-energy divine armament.

Originally, they wanted to exchange a higher-quality Witch Beast for him, but Mu Sigui could not bear to part with his fat bear, so it was changed to a Sacrificial Meal to feed the Witch Beast and cause it to evolve.

The Jueguang Sect and the aristocratic family camp heard of this matter and were both shocked and furious, yet they were helpless to do anything about it.

Regardless of how the battle situation turned out, both sides had descendants of noble people fall and suffer casualties; the aristocratic families lost quite a few clansmen, and on the side of the Witch Tribe, the descendants of Great Witches were also dying in battle one after another.

Mu Sigui used this battle merit to be ranked among the Ten Prodigies, becoming one of the heaven's pride, and in the future, he will also become a target for martial artists to hunt.

However, the truth of the matter did not just drift away with the wind; in the end, it still fell into the eyes of certain people.

Although Zhou You acted with caution and care, he did not know that grandmasters possess heaven-defying skills, capable of reconstructing a scene based solely on the ripples of blood-energy collisions.

He had thought that by killing to frame others and stealing along the way, the whole affair had been done cleanly and neatly, but in the end, it was no different from stealing under a surveillance camera, with every move clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)