The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Li Qing's face showed a hint of indifference as he watched Qian Jinchuan walk into the distance.

Turning around and disappearing from here, the effect of his invisibility charm had ended, lasting about an hour.

"The invisibility charm lasts for an hour, not too long, not too short, but enough."

At this moment, he was approaching an alley, with ordinary residential buildings on both sides.

At this moment, Zhou Xinglong was hiding in one of the buildings, with a shadow paper man lurking in his shadow.

...

In the dim room, Zhou Xinglong looked at the Daoist in front of him, a hint of ferocity flashing across his face.

"Witchcraft Daoist, this is the person's hair. I want you to use the most vicious curse to make him suffer to death."

"Here are the 20 Essence Qi stones you asked for."

The Witchcraft Daoist was dressed in a strange black Daoist robe, with dry and wrinkled skin all over, like an old man on the verge of death.

But his hair was extremely black, twisted into strange dirty braids.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that these dirty braids seemed to be strange limbs like snakes, indicating a cultivator who had undergone a transformation.

His eyes were filled with a strange green light, seemingly containing something inexplicable and terrifying.

Looking at the hair wrapped in a piece of paper, the Witchcraft Daoist's face revealed a strange smile.

"Alright, but it will cost you more."

Zhou Xinglong was stunned to hear this, instantly filled with anger.

"Why? We already agreed on the price."

A strange smile appeared on the Witchcraft Daoist's withered face.

"Because you said you wanted to use the most vicious curse, which requires a great price."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xinglong took a deep breath. "How much do you want?"

"Not much, just 100 Essence Qi stones."

"What? Are you trying to trick me? This is the price of 10 ordinary Law Weapons."

"Just a curse, are you looking for death?"

"I, Witchcraft Daoist, have always been honest. The curse I use is the 'Seven Killings Curse.'"

"Once cursed, one will be immersed in an inescapable nightmare."

"They will experience the Seventh Layer of Hell in the nightmare, eventually suffering mental breakdown, transforming into a monster, and affecting those around them."

"To cast such a curse, I also have to pay a price, at least three years of lifespan."

"I don't have much lifespan left. Without 100 Essence Qi stones, I will never cast such a spell."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xinglong took two deep breaths, his eyes flashing with inexplicable black and white strange limbs, exuding a sense of brutality.

"Too expensive, I only have 80 stones in my hand."

"80?" The Witchcraft Daoist frowned, then deeply exhaled.

"Alright, I can reluctantly give it a try."

"Hmph," Zhou Xinglong snorted and took out a jade box from his Universe Bag.

The Witchcraft Daoist took the jade box and revealed a strange smile.

He waved his hand, and a dark green candlelight rose in the dim room.

In the candlelight, there was a strange altar.

The altar was entirely built of human bones, about nine feet high, with a strange scarecrow placed on top.

Two bright green candles burned on both sides of the scarecrow, the only source of light in the room.

At this moment, the Witchcraft Daoist picked up the black hair.

A strange incantation emanated from his mouth.

He began a strange dance around the altar.

A strange wave emanated, causing the strange hair to float slowly.

It turned into a sharp sword, piercing into the scarecrow's head and disappearing in a flash.

After finishing the strange dance, the Witchcraft Daoist leaped and reappeared in front of the altar.

A deep blackness emanated from his body, his complexion turning pale.

He took out a bottle of strange elixir from his bosom, revealing a bloody red pill inside.

He swallowed it, and his pale face seemed to regain some color.

The dark energy permeating from his body spread towards the scarecrow.

A strange murmuring filled the air, seemingly audible yet indistinct.

Circling and pervading the entire strange altar, it finally converged on the scarecrow's head.

The head of the yellow scarecrow had turned into a strange black color, seemingly enveloped by something peculiar.

The voice of the Witchcraft Daoist rang out, "At midnight tonight, he will be dragged into a dream, awaiting his inevitable transformation and death."

Upon hearing this, a hint of satisfaction appeared on Zhou Xinglong's face.

"Good, I'll wait for the good news."

After speaking, Zhou Xinglong quickly left the place.

He did not notice the paper man in the shadow, who had been observing everything from beginning to end.

The Witchcraft Daoist watched Zhou Xinglong leave and suddenly frowned.

"Why is there a deathly aura surrounding him? Does he have a death calamity?"

He murmured, his gaze falling on the jade box beside him, containing 80 Essence Qi stones.

A smile appeared on his wrinkled face, but at that moment, a figure silently appeared behind him.

A hazy mist enveloped the surroundings, blocking all sound, breath, and light.

A colorless breath swept from behind, causing the Witchcraft Daoist to shudder.

"Who!"

Turning around, he exhaled a strange green breath, corroding everything in its path.

But in an instant, his expression changed drastically as he felt his spells consuming ten times his strength.

"Not good!"

A black and white breath instantly engulfed the green mist, pulling the Witchcraft Daoist into it.

The Daoist's Daoist robe emitted a black light, also consuming ten times his strength, his face filled with fear.

"No, Fellow Daoist, stop, let's talk!"

A silent sword light flashed, piercing through the brilliance of the black robe and the Witchcraft Daoist's forehead.

The black and white breath submerged him, and his body turned to ashes.

Only his robe and some strange items were left behind.

Li Qing materialized from the air, swiftly collecting everything, leaving the bone altar motionless.

A cold smile appeared on his lips. "I'll deal with this place after Zhou Xinglong dies. I will erase all traces."

...

Zhou Xinglong returned home excitedly, pacing in his room, his whole being somewhat manic.

His face alternated between ferocity and a strange smile.

"He's dead, he's dead. He will die tonight."

"As soon as my father becomes a wandering cultivator, I can propose to Wan'er."

"Hahaha, hahaha..."