After saying those words, the fat elder rushes back to sit at his original position.
Yun Shou Yang and the skinny elder exchange gazes and sits back down.
The intense flames illuminates the surroundings, revealing the deep wrinkles, scars, mystical tattoos and totems of the old Barbarian. He looks like an ancient wild beast, there is always a hint of vigilance in the depths of his eyes.
He gazes the other 3 elders before walking over to the fire to sit down on the final position. In between his movements, he even panted a few times. His heavy breathing sounds like the cry of agony of some wild beast, as though his old body is no longer able to support itself.
Yun Shou Yang waits patiently for this ‘Fire Shaman’ to sit down and speaks with a serious tone, “We are starting now…”
“Hold it!” Suddenly, a deep and heavy voice interrupts Yun Shou Yang’s words
The three elders of the Three Realm Divine Cult looks towards the Fire Shaman concurrently, only to see the old Barbarian lift up a finger and points it by Yun Shou Yang’s side and says, “That person, take him away!”
The fat and skinny elder frowns. At the same time, Yun Shou Yang humphs, “Hei Lang is my confidant. Besides, he is trained in a secret art that allows him to gather the Blood Soul Crystal. The use of that thing towards the Fallen God Curse, surely you would know, respected elder?”
In the old eyes of the Fire Shaman, the reflection of the flames could be seen. His eyes seemed extremely bright in contrast to the ancient aura it exudes, as though two balls of flames were burning from his body. He slowly says, “I don’t trust him!”
Yun Shou Yang’s eyebrows shoot up and a trace of rage flashes through his eyes. He speaks coldly, “Written in the ancient records of the Divine Sect, when activating the Fallen God Curse, if there is the assistance of the secret art Blood-blazing Crystal by the side, the success rate would be increased by at least 10%. May I ask if the respected Elder still have any objections to this?”
“10%!” The fat elder and skinny elder’s face immediately wavers. It seems that this inconspicuous 10% chance of success means a lot to him. Just that, it is still unknown what exactly the Fallen God Curse is, for two people of such identity to find it difficult. After hearing Yun Shou Yang’s explanations, a look of joy appears on both of their face. The fat elder couldn’t help but complain in a hushed voice to Yun Shou Yang, “With such an advantage, why didn’t you tell me and the skinny one previously?”
Yun Shou Yang nods towards him in response before turning to gaze at the Fire Shaman sitting on the opposite side of the bonfire with bright eyes. Just as he is about to open his mouth to persuade him further, the hoarse and deep voice of the old Barbarian sounds again, but it is just a repetition of his previous words, “I don’t believe him!”
This time, even the fat and skinny elder find it difficult to accept it. Even counting in the entire Divine Center Continent, they are influential men of high-standing. At this moment, their eyes turn cold.
Yun Shou Yang frowns, “What exactly do you want?”
“Send him away!” The Fire Shaman’s hoarse voice echoes in this silent valley. Even though it sounds like a dying King of Beasts and ancient, his tone was commanding. He continues, “If he must stay, then he must allow me to plant ‘Curse of Black Flames’ on him and swear to not do anything disadvantageous to the Fallen God Curse ritual. Otherwise, he will suffer the anguish of being consumed by the Black Flames, burning his flesh and meat, destroying his soul, causing him to be unable to reincarnate, suffering the burning inferno for eternity. Only this way… will I feel at ease.”
Yun Shou Yang is enraged by his words. He stands up quickly and stares furiously at the Fire Shaman, bellowing, “You dare to put that kind of evil spell on the body of my disciple!”
The Fire Shaman laughs coldly as the corner of his eyes droops slightly. He paid no heed to Yun Shou Yang’s wrath. His ancient eyes seem to have witnessed too much vicissitudes of life in the world. Right now, the only thing that remains is that burning flame.
At this moment, by Yun Shou Yang side, another voice sounds out. It is from that emaciated skinny elder. He says softly, “The words of the respected elder makes sense.”
Yun Shou Yang quickly turns around and stares at the skinny elder in astonishment and anger, but the skinny elder didn’t fear his gaze at all, returning his look with calmness.
On the other side, the Fire Shaman releases a hoarse and eerie laughter, piercing like those of the spirits and monsters as he looks over at their quarrel.
Yun Shou Yang takes a deep breath and turns to look at the fat elder. Just when he is about to speak, the fat elder coughs lightly and says, “Brother Yun, I also feel that just in case, the words of the respected elder isn’t illogical.” Perhaps, due to his amiable relationship with Yun Shou Yang, he ponders for a moment before adding a few more words to settle the dispute, “Besides, we all know that even though the ‘Curse of Black Flames’ is vicious, it is just another type of vow. As long as the little fellow doesn’t go against his promises, this vicious curse will not be triggered and nothing will happen.”
Yun Shou Yang didn’t expect for the fat elder to say these words. Many emotions flicker on his face. Based on his identity and his background, it is natural for him to know a thing or two about the Curse of Black Flames. Even though there isn’t anything wrong with what the fat elder said, this kind of magic curse that originates from the Barbarian Tribe from the northern borders of the continent is mysterious and peculiar, it definitely isn’t something that simple.
When he is still considering over this, that perhaps he should get Hei Lang to just leave, he hears Hei Lang’s voice from his back, saying, “Teacher, I am willing to accept it.”
After saying those words, the area around the flames turns silent. Everyone is looking at the black-clothed youth, including the Fire Shaman. His ancient and wise eyes are staring at the Hei Lang’s face.
Yun Shou Yang frowns and says, “The risks involved…”
Hei Lang kneels on the floor, his body straight like an erect spear as he speaks emotionlessly, “Master’s matter is more important. The risk that I will be undertaking don’t count as anything.”
Yun Shou Yang stares deeply at his young face. After a brief silence, he breathes in deeply and replies, “Good! As expected of my disciple, I didn’t judge you wrongly.”
Hei Lang remains silent with a lowered head.
Yun Shou Yang returns back to his seat and says heavily, “Go over.”
Hei Lang acknowledges his words and walks around the bonfire over to the Fire Shaman. Then, just like before, he kneels by the side of the old Barbarian.
The Fire Shaman’s ancient eyes scan the body of this young human male. Despite his age and his high-standing, he couldn’t help but reveal his admiration towards the boy. Even so, this admiration will not affect his mind or his decision in any way.
Under the watch of the other three elders of the Three Realm Divine Cult, a short and peculiar ritual unfolds itself — The Fire Shaman inserts his hand directly into the burning flames, only retrieving it back after a few seconds. A spark of fire burns in his palm. His blood and flesh doesn’t seem be affected in anyway to the burning flame. Then, everyone hears the ancient and mysterious curse that he starts to chant.
After saying those words, the fat elder rushes back to sit at his original position.
Yun Shou Yang and the skinny elder exchange gazes and sits back down.
The intense flames illuminates the surroundings, revealing the deep wrinkles, scars, mystical tattoos and totems of the old Barbarian. He looks like an ancient wild beast, there is always a hint of vigilance in the depths of his eyes.
He gazes the other 3 elders before walking over to the fire to sit down on the final position. In between his movements, he even panted a few times. His heavy breathing sounds like the cry of agony of some wild beast, as though his old body is no longer able to support itself.
Yun Shou Yang waits patiently for this ‘Fire Shaman’ to sit down and speaks with a serious tone, “We are starting now…”
“Hold it!” Suddenly, a deep and heavy voice interrupts Yun Shou Yang’s words
The three elders of the Three Realm Divine Cult looks towards the Fire Shaman concurrently, only to see the old Barbarian lift up a finger and points it by Yun Shou Yang’s side and says, “That person, take him away!”
The fat and skinny elder frowns. At the same time, Yun Shou Yang humphs, “Hei Lang is my confidant. Besides, he is trained in a secret art that allows him to gather the Blood Soul Crystal. The use of that thing towards the Fallen God Curse, surely you would know, respected elder?”
In the old eyes of the Fire Shaman, the reflection of the flames could be seen. His eyes seemed extremely bright in contrast to the ancient aura it exudes, as though two balls of flames were burning from his body. He slowly says, “I don’t trust him!”
Yun Shou Yang’s eyebrows shoot up and a trace of rage flashes through his eyes. He speaks coldly, “Written in the ancient records of the Divine Sect, when activating the Fallen God Curse, if there is the assistance of the secret art Blood-blazing Crystal by the side, the success rate would be increased by at least 10%. May I ask if the respected Elder still have any objections to this?”
“10%!” The fat elder and skinny elder’s face immediately wavers. It seems that this inconspicuous 10% chance of success means a lot to him. Just that, it is still unknown what exactly the Fallen God Curse is, for two people of such identity to find it difficult. After hearing Yun Shou Yang’s explanations, a look of joy appears on both of their face. The fat elder couldn’t help but complain in a hushed voice to Yun Shou Yang, “With such an advantage, why didn’t you tell me and the skinny one previously?”
Yun Shou Yang nods towards him in response before turning to gaze at the Fire Shaman sitting on the opposite side of the bonfire with bright eyes. Just as he is about to open his mouth to persuade him further, the hoarse and deep voice of the old Barbarian sounds again, but it is just a repetition of his previous words, “I don’t believe him!”
This time, even the fat and skinny elder find it difficult to accept it. Even counting in the entire Divine Center Continent, they are influential men of high-standing. At this moment, their eyes turn cold.
Yun Shou Yang frowns, “What exactly do you want?”
“Send him away!” The Fire Shaman’s hoarse voice echoes in this silent valley. Even though it sounds like a dying King of Beasts and ancient, his tone was commanding. He continues, “If he must stay, then he must allow me to plant ‘Curse of Black Flames’ on him and swear to not do anything disadvantageous to the Fallen God Curse ritual. Otherwise, he will suffer the anguish of being consumed by the Black Flames, burning his flesh and meat, destroying his soul, causing him to be unable to reincarnate, suffering the burning inferno for eternity. Only this way… will I feel at ease.”
Yun Shou Yang is enraged by his words. He stands up quickly and stares furiously at the Fire Shaman, bellowing, “You dare to put that kind of evil spell on the body of my disciple!”
The Fire Shaman laughs coldly as the corner of his eyes droops slightly. He paid no heed to Yun Shou Yang’s wrath. His ancient eyes seem to have witnessed too much vicissitudes of life in the world. Right now, the only thing that remains is that burning flame.
At this moment, by Yun Shou Yang side, another voice sounds out. It is from that emaciated skinny elder. He says softly, “The words of the respected elder makes sense.”
Yun Shou Yang quickly turns around and stares at the skinny elder in astonishment and anger, but the skinny elder didn’t fear his gaze at all, returning his look with calmness.
On the other side, the Fire Shaman releases a hoarse and eerie laughter, piercing like those of the spirits and monsters as he looks over at their quarrel.
Yun Shou Yang takes a deep breath and turns to look at the fat elder. Just when he is about to speak, the fat elder coughs lightly and says, “Brother Yun, I also feel that just in case, the words of the respected elder isn’t illogical.” Perhaps, due to his amiable relationship with Yun Shou Yang, he ponders for a moment before adding a few more words to settle the dispute, “Besides, we all know that even though the ‘Curse of Black Flames’ is vicious, it is just another type of vow. As long as the little fellow doesn’t go against his promises, this vicious curse will not be triggered and nothing will happen.”
Yun Shou Yang didn’t expect for the fat elder to say these words. Many emotions flicker on his face. Based on his identity and his background, it is natural for him to know a thing or two about the Curse of Black Flames. Even though there isn’t anything wrong with what the fat elder said, this kind of magic curse that originates from the Barbarian Tribe from the northern borders of the continent is mysterious and peculiar, it definitely isn’t something that simple.
When he is still considering over this, that perhaps he should get Hei Lang to just leave, he hears Hei Lang’s voice from his back, saying, “Teacher, I am willing to accept it.”
After saying those words, the area around the flames turns silent. Everyone is looking at the black-clothed youth, including the Fire Shaman. His ancient and wise eyes are staring at the Hei Lang’s face.
Yun Shou Yang frowns and says, “The risks involved…”
Hei Lang kneels on the floor, his body straight like an erect spear as he speaks emotionlessly, “Master’s matter is more important. The risk that I will be undertaking don’t count as anything.”
Yun Shou Yang stares deeply at his young face. After a brief silence, he breathes in deeply and replies, “Good! As expected of my disciple, I didn’t judge you wrongly.”
Hei Lang remains silent with a lowered head.
Yun Shou Yang returns back to his seat and says heavily, “Go over.”
Hei Lang acknowledges his words and walks around the bonfire over to the Fire Shaman. Then, just like before, he kneels by the side of the old Barbarian.
The Fire Shaman’s ancient eyes scan the body of this young human male. Despite his age and his high-standing, he couldn’t help but reveal his admiration towards the boy. Even so, this admiration will not affect his mind or his decision in any way.
Under the watch of the other three elders of the Three Realm Divine Cult, a short and peculiar ritual unfolds itself — The Fire Shaman inserts his hand directly into the burning flames, only retrieving it back after a few seconds. A spark of fire burns in his palm. His blood and flesh doesn’t seem be affected in anyway to the burning flame. Then, everyone hears the ancient and mysterious curse that he starts to chant.
