From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 10 Click Click Click

"Teacher, do we really need to go back like this?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't want to be blocked on the road by gangsters or beautiful women asking for help again."

On the rooftop of a building, two people stood on the edge, enjoying the breeze.

Ever since Mo Di taught him the magic, Long Yutian has called him teacher. Although he is not his master, the level of respect he shows him is almost the same.

After calculating the distance between himself and the next building, Mo Di had a bold idea.

He had long wanted to emulate the agility and skill of those characters in martial arts dramas.

Yes, the two, who encountered various obstacles on the road once again, decided to take another route back.

There's no need to worry about being photographed, since the Ling Group is behind Long Yutian, and the powerful financial backers will help them clear all eyewitness accounts.

"Speaking of which, your father-in-law didn't object to your engagement with your girlfriend?" Modi asked.

This doesn't fit the typical "overpowered protagonist" trope.

"Why would that be?" Long Yutian asked in confusion. "My master and father-in-law have known each other for a long time, and Qinghan and I have known each other since we were children. Our engagement was a natural progression."

"Hey, it's a family business, no wonder."

Modi calculated the wind speed and distance, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and nimbly moved between the buildings and rooms.

Long Yutian followed behind him, a smile he couldn't suppress on his face.

This was such a thrilling experience for him, it was also the first time for him.

Fortunately, these buildings weren't very tall, otherwise the two of them would never have dared to do that.

After taking an unconventional route, the two indeed encountered fewer troubles and arrived in the suburbs smoothly, eventually reaching the Ling family's manor.

"Is this your home?"

Modi glanced at the vast estate; he had never lived in such a large house, neither before nor after his transmigration.

"It doesn't feel as good as my Naberai Catacombs," he muttered to himself, though it was unclear whether he was just being stubborn.

"Teacher, if you'd like, I can arrange something for you nearby."

Long Yutian said with a smile.

"No need for that. You'd be better off using that money to prepare some medicinal herbs and other things that are useful for martial arts."

As expected of a teacher, his heart for martial arts is unwavering!

"It seems I still have a lot of room for improvement. I need to observe and learn more," Long Yutian thought to himself.

So he instructed his men to prepare what Modi needed, and then went to see his father-in-law to explain Modi's identity as an old monster at the Innate Realm.

Upon hearing this, the head of the Ling family was also shocked. After all, there were very few people at the Innate Realm. There might only be two palms' worth left in the world, and each of them was a powerful expert.

Even his deceased old friend, who was also Long Yutian's master, was only at the third level of the Acquired Realm at his peak, still a step away from the Innate Realm.

It can be said that once a person at the Innate Realm attempts to assassinate political figures or high-ranking executives of corporations, there is virtually no possibility of failure.

We must win them over!

Ling Tianfeng immediately dragged his son-in-law to find Mo Di, and finally found him in the manor's library.

He was reading a biology book at the time, and when he noticed someone approaching, he just looked up at them.

Wait, something's not right. Let me take another look.

He looked up again, his gaze fixed on Ling Tianfeng, his brows gradually furrowing.

"You're going to die, do you know that?" he said, making a startling statement.

Ling Tianfeng's smile froze. Long Yutian had been with this old monster in the Innate Realm earlier and had already noticed the problem. These words were clearly directed at him.

"Senior, you must be joking, right? I'm perfectly healthy..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Modi extend three fingers and bend them downwards one by one.

"Three, two, one."

As soon as the last "one" left his mouth, Ling Tianfeng's body stiffened, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea suddenly struck him.

He bent over, clutched his neck, and vomited.

Long Yutian was surprised. He believed that Mo Di would not make a fuss without reason. Just as he was about to ask, his pupils shrank when he saw the puddle of vomit.

"Insects? How can there be so many insects?"

Dozens of worms, each as long as a fingernail, wriggled in the disgusting vomit, making it look extremely nauseating.

"What, what's going on?" Long Yutian and his father-in-law were both dumbfounded.

The insects on the ground reminded Ling Tianfeng of some unpleasant images, and his face turned deathly pale.

"You've been cursed," Modi realized that there was another kind of extraordinary trace in this world. "This is only the early stage of the curse, and it will get worse and worse later."

Ancient martial arts, and curses—just how many pitfalls does this world hold?

"A curse?" Ling Tianfeng asked, letting his son-in-law support him. "Does such a thing really exist?"

"It all happened to you, so what else could it be?" Mordy retorted.

Ling Tianfeng's expression was uncertain. He had also practiced martial arts, and although he wasn't very strong, he still possessed the strength of the second stage of the acquired realm, the "Pulse Opening Realm".

Just now, during the moment he vomited, he felt some kind of strange force acting on his body, which he could not dispel even by using his internal energy.

That strange power had been lurking within him for a long time.

"This matter is most likely true."

Long Yutian asked worriedly, "Teacher, is there any way to break this curse?"

Ling Tianfeng snapped out of his daze and realized it was time for him to make his bid.

Without much thought, he directly offered his family's martial arts as a bargaining chip. As for money and power? Vulgar, utterly vulgar.

Why would an old monster in the Innate Realm who has lived for an unknown amount of time lack these things?

"As long as this curse can be broken, not only will the martial arts of my Ling family be provided, but the Ling Group will also do its best to meet your needs, senior," he said confidently.

Mo Di was waiting for these words. He not only wanted to collect martial arts techniques, but also wanted the Ling Group to help him with his cultivation.

"Breaking the curse is possible, but I need to prepare some materials first."

His spellcasting materials are still hidden in the rented house; he needs to make a trip to retrieve them.

Like a player whose motivation is maxed out after seeing a generous mission reward, he left the Ling family manor after saying a few words, and even took a car from the Ling family before leaving.

Even though he hadn't touched a steering wheel for more than two years, driving was still no challenge for him at all.

Since he didn't bring Long Yutian with him this time, he traveled smoothly and retrieved his belongings without any obstacles.

When they arrived at the Ling family manor, Ling Tianfeng and Long Yutian had already prepared the other things he had asked them to do.

Without wasting any words, Modi walked to an open space and began to draw a magic circle.

As the two watched him working alone, they felt their worldview being gradually overturned.

They could understand someone at the Innate Realm solving a problem with their fists, but they couldn't comprehend things like drawing magic arrays to exorcise evil spirits.

"Alright, quickly get to this position, I'm about to begin the ceremony."

A newly made straw figure was placed in a specific position, and as Ling Tianfeng took his place, Mo Di uttered some strange sounds.

The sound was rapid, like scissors trimming hair, which was irritating.

Ling Tianfeng even doubted that human vocal cords could possibly produce such a sound.

"Click-clack click-clack click-clack—"

Where he couldn't see, the magic fluctuated with the sound, connecting with the magic circle.

Various spellcasting materials are imbued with magic, undergoing changes and participating in this ritual.

Seeing that the progress was almost complete, Modi took out the scissors he had prepared beforehand, cut off a small tuft of Ling Tianfeng's hair, and then tied it to the straw man.

After that, Ling Tianfeng felt the strange power within his body constantly draining away, as if it had been drawn away by something.

"It's done." Modi picked up the straw figure that had been completely dyed black and gestured to the person in charge.

Ling Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of foul blood, which contained insect eggs and dead insects.

"Uncle Ling, are you alright?" Long Yutian, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward, but he waved his hand.

"No, I feel fine."

Looking at the straw man that seemed to be possessed by a demon, he felt a chill run down his spine for no reason.

Is this black energy the strange power within his body? It's truly impossible to guard against; thankfully, it's all over now.

"Senior Mo, all the martial arts techniques I promised you are on this USB drive. From now on, the Ling Group will be at your beck and call."

Ling Tianfeng had no intention of going back on his word. Not to mention that Mo Di had saved his life, the methods and strength he had displayed were enough to make the Ling family do everything they could to befriend him.

On the surface, the Ling family seems to have lost out, but in reality, with this personal connection, the Ling family will actually benefit.

The mere fact that the Ling family had dealings with someone at the Innate Realm was enough to make other families wary.

Taking the USB drive, Modi waved the straw doll in his hand. "Through a ritual, I transferred your curse to the straw doll. Do you need me to help you find the mastermind behind this?"

The previous ritual was called "Hair Loss and Skin Shedding," which he unearthed from the depths of his own memory and had the power to transfer misfortune and curses.

Like the Ancient Blood, it was one of the rituals he encountered while completing a side quest in the game.

As his physical and mental abilities improved, his mind became increasingly clear, and with just a little thought, every detail of his past experiences would come to mind.

Coincidentally, he also recalled another ritual that could trace the origins of the curse.

Unlike magic, rituals have fewer restrictions. They can be successfully performed as long as the magic circle, incantation, offerings, and officiant are in place.

There are also rituals that require the right timing, location, or blood sacrifice to complete, but [Curse Origin] is not among them.

Modi once used it to locate the location of a demon in the game, and today he will use it to locate the location of the spellcaster.

Whether Ling Tianfeng agrees or not, he will search for the other extraordinary system that may exist within the spellcaster.

"Can we still find the mastermind behind this?" Ling Tianfeng and Long Yutian exchanged a glance. "Then we'll have to trouble you, senior."

Of course, they should make good use of this opportunity. Even if Modi didn't say anything, they would use all their connections to investigate the identity of the spellcaster.

Otherwise, they would be unable to eat or sleep in peace.

"Very good. Even against the one who cast the curse, I can rely on the power of the Ling Group, and this is something the Ling Group is actively involved in."

Having preserved a portion of the curse as a sample, Modi began preparing for another ritual.

The straw figure carrying the curse is key to the ritual; it not only deceives the caster but also serves as a bridge connecting them.

The ceremony resumed, and Modi once again performed consistently.

His vision blurred, the scenery before him distorted and changed, and finally he "appeared" inside a mansion.

A strange, blood-red symbol came into view.