Chapter 115: The True Curse

After speaking, Kiyomizu Megumi's figure gradually faded away. She employed the secret technique of the Nine Chrysanthemums sect, a form of escape art from East Island, preparing to flee from the Corpse Demon Cave. Even someone as formidable as her feared being buried alive by the massive stones.

A few minutes later, everyone escaped from the Corpse Demon Cave and arrived at the entrance. To their shock, the entire cave was increasingly unstable. Soon, the ground shook violently, and the cave completely collapsed.

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It was now early September, and the night was dense. The mountain breeze carried a faint chill upon the skin. On the open ground before the Gathering Hall of Thunder Cloud Fortress, a dozen torches were lit. Except for two sentries posted outside, everyone had gathered.

It seemed that the Empress Dowager had sensed something that day, which was why she had questioned Feng Qingchen, leading to the explanation she gave today.

Yin Le walked while speaking, “Let's discuss this in the carriage.” Murong Shang quickly followed. The two mounted the carriage. The coachman cracked the whip, which whistled through the air before striking the horse’s back. The horse reared and galloped off.

“Young master, because the carriage is heavy with weapons and there are no proper roads in the wild, progress is slow. Lord Wang has given you a letter.” Saying this, he pulled a letter from his bosom.

The approaching figure turned pale with fright, swiftly teleporting from the gate to the front of the house with light steps, leaving Qin Qianjue in awe.

“You all, stand down.” The Crown Prince waved his right hand again, and the men in black vanished instantly.

I approached the elder and asked, “Should we enter the city from here, or take a detour?” Knowing that the Yin Demon Sect guarded this area, the elder always took a detour to another city gate.

“This thing is supposed to be a family heirloom? Given the current wealth of the Liu family, such golden plaques are abundant,” Long Yinle remarked with some incomprehension.

“With you here, I am not afraid!” Shao Ningdie said straightforwardly, without hesitation.

“I—” Ak was about to speak but was interrupted and forced to shut his mouth.

“That depends on distinguishing good from evil. If you save a good person, they can benefit humanity. But if you save a villain who continues to harm the world, then indirectly, the savior becomes an accomplice,” Lan Yi stated.

“Brother Gao, I’m going out for a while. I’ll stay here and rest during this period.” The mage was about to leave but was called back by Gao Sheng.

The dead seemed like newborns deprived of blood, turning directly into fragments, into remnants. Such things could no longer be called life.

After introducing Slughorn to the students, Dumbledore slightly reined in the ever-present smile on his face.

Dongfang Yunyang once again passed the Thousand-Book Test on his first attempt, achieving the highest score.

At that moment, Harry Potter, still high in the sky, suddenly managed to climb back onto his broomstick—the broomstick had returned to normal.

The Golden Snitch rubbed its eyes and sat up. It was the carriage driver who had awakened him. The driver had already fed the horses and harnessed the carriage. First, he woke the elder Liang Xinhui, then came over to rouse the Golden Snitch.

Although Neville appeared unharmed, he collapsed onto the grass like a fish out of water, mouth agape and speechless, his face so pale one feared he might faint at any moment.

The three shadow-level ninjas from the Flame Nation looked at Dongfang Yunyang in the center with grim expressions. Just moments ago, they had unleashed nearly their most powerful ninjutsu, but to their surprise, Dongfang Yunyang remained unscathed. Their attacks had clearly been completely repelled.

However, at this moment, Qing Cang’s heart was in turmoil. Though prepared well in advance, when the day finally arrived, he felt a lingering sense of unreality.