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Chen Changsheng's face froze, and he suddenly felt his hair standing on end. His consciousness quickly scanned his body, but he did not find the existence of the curse seal at all.

Chen Changsheng: "Can you please explain the situation in detail?"

Wu Yingmei: "All the inner disciples of the Wraith Sect have a Wraith Curse in their bodies. When a disciple dies outside, the Wraith Curse will be attached to the murderer. It is extremely concealable and difficult for Gold Core monks to detect."

Wu Yingmei: "The only function after attachment is positioning, and it will be sensed by the disciples of the Nether Soul Sect, so you have to be careful of the Nether Soul Sect disciples."

Chen Changsheng frowned and said, "Is there no other way to deal with the Soul Curse?"

Where does this leave him to find the Nascent Soul monk?

There are indeed many big guys in the group, but they are not in the Moon Forest Region. Even if they come to ask for help, they still have to be able to cross thousands of mountains and rivers.

He is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation now, and traveling to adjacent areas is the limit of his abilities.

Wu Yingmei: "The Ghost Curse is the secret method of the Ghost Cult. It is difficult to detect even in the same realm. The Ghost Curse of the inner disciples is penetrated into the body by the Gold Core elder, so it requires a Nascent Soul monk to capture and resolve it. Of course, if you have a Nascent Soul A class-level Law Treasure can do the same."

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng twitched the corners of his mouth.

Nascent Soul level Law Treasure is even rarer than Nascent Soul monk. There is no hope of lifting the soul curse in the body.

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and asked again: "When you predicted my catastrophe before, you were referring to the current predicament, right? If I stay in River City, how long will it take for me to be robbed again? Can you help me figure it out?"

Wu Yingmei: "You are so rude."

Chen Changsheng: "Why do you think we will be husband and wife a hundred years from now? Let's help each other and become husbands!"

Wu Yingmei: "..."

She has seen thick-skinned people, but she has never seen such a shameless one.

Who is married to you?

Although she said this in her heart, Wu Yingmei was still very honest: "Take out nine copper coins, think about the question just now, and then throw them out, tell me how many are heads and how many are tails."

Chen Changsheng immediately followed the instructions, threw out the copper coin, and replied: "Six positives and three negatives."

After waiting for a long time, news came from Wu Yingmei that the divination was over.

"Within ten years, if we don't leave, I hope River City will be destroyed."

After learning that there were still ten years left, Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him and hurried back to the palace.

Wang Qingyi and others were directing the servants to deal with post-war matters. When they saw Chen Changsheng returning, the nervousness on their faces was relieved.

Wang Jiayun ran over quickly and threw himself into Chen Changsheng's arms, eagerly checking his injuries.

"It must be very painful. It's bleeding. Ping'er, please bring bandages and medicine."

"It's just a minor injury. It will be fine in two days."

"Small injuries must be treated in time. Don't be careless just because you are an immortal cultivator." Wang Jiayun moved gently and carefully treated the blood stains on the wound.

Chen Changsheng smiled and touched the back of Mrs. Wang's head. Looking at her anxious look, a warmth flowed in his heart.

How about giving Mrs. Wang a chance to live forever?

He suddenly remembered that the old Taoist priest of Lingshan Temple had accurately calculated the changes in Wang Jiayun's family, so the statement that Wang Jiayun's good match would be in the next life would most likely be true.

This means that even if he gives Wang Jiayun a chance to live forever, he will probably die midway and be reincarnated.

But what if the old Taoist priest miscalculated the second half of his sentence?

Chen Changsheng slapped his forehead and sent another private message to Wu Yingmei: "There is a mortal whose life I care about very much. Can you calculate her fate? Including the one in the next life."

Wu Yingmei: "?"

You just finished the calculation and started working again. Are you really treating me like your daughter-in-law?

Wu Yingmei: "Is this mortal your mistress? Immortals and mortals are separated by each other, and you two are destined to be inseparable. I advise you to break up early and send her her birth date and horoscope."

Chen Changsheng casually asked Mrs. Wang's birthday and horoscope, and then sent it.

The calculation speed this time was very fast, and the results were obtained in almost the time of pinching one's fingers.

Wu Yingmei: "This person's great fortune will all be in the next life, and her destiny in this life and the next will be affected by you!"

The identical divination results made Chen Changsheng's eyes widen.

The divination ability of Immortal Cultivation World is really terrifying.

An old Taoist priest may still have doubts about Wang Jiayun's current life and future generations.

But when Wu Yingmei also calculated a similar answer, Chen Changsheng had to admit that the fate of mortals was indeed determined by God's will.

Only those who cultivate immortality have the opportunity to Defying the Heavens and Changing Fate.

…

The night is like water, and snowflakes are dancing in the cold wind.

Looking at the bright lights in River City, the hot topic today has not ended yet. This is the first time for the people to see immortal cultivators fighting, and they are extremely excited.

The storyteller was spitting in various teahouses. After a little polishing, the story of immortals fighting became particularly exciting in his mouth.

What about flying swords shining coldly across the Nineteen Continents, howling ghosts covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and immortals moving mountains and filling the seas with their hands?

While the people were amazed, there were also city guards building the city in the snow.

The erected torches and the hard-working companions around them dispelled the winter chill.

In the palace, Chen Changsheng was looking at the snowy scene outside the window, lost in thought. Next to him, Wang Jiayun was pouring tea for him and then bringing it to him.

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Jiayun asked softly.

Chen Changsheng took the warm tea, took a sip, and told the truth.

"The immortal cultivator I killed today had a big background. In order not to implicate Wang River City and the palace, I will go to your elder brother for at least ten years."

Leaving means parting.

He originally wanted to wait until Wang Jiayun died before leaving, but now it seems that this is no longer possible. He will not be able to come back until the ghost curse is lifted.

Maybe this farewell is an eternal farewell...

Wang Jiayun's eyes trembled slightly, but he soon regained his composure, and said with a sweet smile: "I have been mentally prepared for a long time. The young master is destined to become a immortal who will live forever. I have no chance to follow the young master in this life, and I can only look forward to the next life." I can keep up with the master."

The old Taoist priest's words circled in his mind again.

We meet in this life and blossom in the next life.

Not only was she not sad because of the separation, but she was full of expectations for the future. As for whether the old Taoist priest's words were wrong, she would take them seriously.

After all, no matter how sad a mortal without Spirit Root is, his lifespan is only a hundred years at most.

"Don't worry, I will often come back to River City to see you after the problem is solved. Even if the problem is not solved, I will ask your brother to bring you something." Chen Changsheng said with a smile.

Wang Jiayun subconsciously hugged his body, feeling the majestic heat wave, and said softly: "There are still ten years left, please cherish him."

“It’s not just ten years, there’s still a long time to come.”

Holding the beautiful woman in his arms, Chen Changsheng also recalled the words of the old Taoist priest.

Wang Jiayun's good marriage will blossom and bear fruit in the next life if they meet in this life. The person he refers to is basically him.

He has an immortality system and can live until the beginning of Wang Jiayun's next life. They will meet again at that time, but I don't know how long that time will be...