I Have an Omen System-Chapter 73 - 71: True Dragon Remnant Soul

Ji Bochang laughed heartily.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Xiao, on successfully forging the Desolate Candle Burning Dao Foundation. I shall set an example and get us off to an auspicious start."

As the most powerful Incense Master present, Ji Bochang gave a grand wave of his hand.

A streak of black light flashed, and a black Mandala Flower silently appeared.

The flower had twenty-four petals, and a phosphorescent glow floated from its center, its fragrance enchanting.

"This is a Nether Flower, a Tier Two Low-Grade Spiritual Plant. Any Cultivator below the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer who touches it will have their soul leave their body for three days. It is the premier choice for refining Yin Soul Type Treasures."

Ji Bochang continued, "If I recall correctly, Junior Brother Xiao, you practice our Holy Sect’s technique, the Celestial Demon Soul-Catching Strategy. This item is a perfect match for you."

A flash of delight appeared on Xiao Ran’s pale face. "Thank you, Master Ji."

This Nether Flower would cost at least two hundred thousand Contribution Points to redeem in the Contribution Hall!

This also set the tone.

No subsequent gift could be more valuable than his.

"Haha, and me."

"Congratulations, Xiao Xiangzhu, on your successful Foundation Establishment. The True Body Altar has gained another great warrior. This is a Yin Soul Spiritual Artifact that I refined. I hope Xiao Xiangzhu won’t find it lacking..."

"Junior Brother Xiao, your great effort has finally paid off, and your drinking capacity is astonishing! I have ten Joyful Gold Coupons for the Yihong Pavilion. I hope you’ll accept them with a smile!"

"Xiao the Kid, I don’t have much to give you, but I can make you a promise. If there’s anyone you can’t stand in the future, I can take care of them for you, GAGAGA!"

After Ji Bochang came the Plague Gu Daoist from the Plague Poison Altar, Su Mei Fairy from the Joy Altar, the Evil Ghost Child from the Skull Altar...

One after another, the Chief Incense Masters presented their gifts.

What a lively scene.

Yet, beneath the boisterous atmosphere, there was a strange undercurrent.

Qin Xuan had also prepared a gift—his last remaining Li Fire Golden Date.

Although it couldn’t compare to the gifts from the Chief Incense Masters, it was genuinely safe. Xiao Ran saw Qin Xuan’s sincerity, nodded slightly, and returned a genuine smile.

After everyone had presented their gifts, Ji Bochang laughed heartily.

"Let the music play on, let the dancing continue!"

The celebratory music swelled like a tide once more.

The music of strings and flutes was pleasing to the ear, and the dancers moved gracefully. Dark Demonic Qi transformed into auspicious clouds and mythical beasts. It was a scene of extravagant prosperity.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joyful laughter—

Disaster struck!

"Erk... huh... huh..."

A short, strange gasp abruptly cut through the din.

An old Incense Master from the Vast Qi Tower, his hair and beard completely white, suddenly stared with wide eyes, clutching his chest tightly. The glazed wine cup in his hand fell and shattered with a CLATTER.

The color drained from his face at a visible rate, turning from a healthy red to a deathly gray!

"Master Zhaang, what’s wrong with you?" someone nearby exclaimed.

Before the words had even faded, another person suddenly spat out a large mouthful of dark red, stagnant blood flecked with specks of golden light.

"PFFT!"

Qin Xuan looked over and saw that the person was the Withered Marrow Daoist of Ten Thousand Poison Peak.

Wen Shichu’s expression changed drastically, and he hurried over to support him. "Withered Marrow?"

The Withered Marrow Daoist collapsed bonelessly to the ground, as if every bone in his body had been removed.

"It’s the Curse Killing Technique from Miaoyin Cave..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the Withered Marrow Daoist’s head tilted to the side. The clothing over his chest silently turned to ash, revealing the skin beneath.

Only then did everyone notice a bloody, thumb-sized hole that had appeared on the chests of both Withered Marrow and Master Zhaang.

Tiny golden threads spread out from the hole, and one could faintly see their hearts disintegrating into golden dust...

Qin Xuan’s scalp prickled with terror.

This wasn’t the work of the Demon Sect.

Others might not know, but he could tell—this was the Positional Divine Technique of the Blazing Fire Sect, the Curse Bone Heart-Eroding Nail!

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The sound of falling bodies was like a drumbeat of death. Within a few breaths, several more Cultivators had become corpses.

The golden dust from their chests scattered in the air, like golden paper money offered for their funeral procession.

These people, without exception, were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators!

Qin Xuan knew in his heart.

The divination had come true.

In an instant, the joyous atmosphere vanished completely.

The entire banquet hall erupted into chaos.

Screams and cries echoed endlessly.

Panic, like a cold viper, slithered up everyone’s spines in an instant.

The Qi Cultivation Cultivators, in particular, were like ants from a disturbed nest, scrambling frantically to escape the hall.

The Withered Marrow Daoist and Master Zhaang were both accomplished cultivators who had achieved Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment.

If even they couldn’t withstand this terrifying Power of Curse Killing, what chance did anyone else have?

"What a Miaoyin Cave. What a Curse Killing Technique."

Ji Bochang, who had the highest Cultivation in the room at the peak of Foundation Establishment, gave a sinister smile.

"Today is a day of celebration for a Vast Qi Tower Incense Master, yet you dare to curse and kill our Cultivators on the spot? Do you think I, Ji Bochang, am just for show?!"

Ji Bochang roared in anger, shot to his feet, and tore open the wide black robe on his body, revealing a powerful, muscular torso.

BOOM!

The chaotic hall fell abruptly silent.

Tattooed upon Ji Bochang’s broad back was a lifelike, ferocious, coiling Nine-Clawed Five-Colored Golden Dragon.

And on his shoulder blades, two pitch-black inkstones, dark as blood and covered in Dragon-locking Inscriptions, were deeply embedded.

"Zhi Xu—Dragon-Suppressing Platform! Suppress them!"

A low roar, deep like an ancient bell and filled with the sound of metal scraping against bone, drowned out all the chaos.

The vital energy and blood of the several Foundation Establishment Great Demons who had just died, including the Withered Marrow Daoist and Master Zhaang, were all absorbed by Ji Bochang.

In an instant, the Nine-Clawed Five-Colored Golden Dragon on Ji Bochang’s back came to life, its eyes suddenly flaring with light.

RUMBLE—

Countless dark gold Rune Chains, condensed from the pure Power of Yang Earth Position, shot out from the ground like furious earthen dragons.

They formed the phantom image of a hundred-zhang-tall platform.

Within this phantom, a True Dragon seemed to coil and roar. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The entire hall was sheltered by this Dragon-Suppressing Platform.

Only then did everyone see illusory Heart-Eroding Nails appearing outside the hall, continuously striking the platform and creating a series of CLANGS.

"Master Ji is mighty!"

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped the danger.

However, Ji Bochang gritted his teeth. His veins bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"It’s not enough. The Curse Power is too fierce. The caster is definitely not a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. They want to kill every single one of us."

Ji Bochang roared in a low voice, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Xiao, lend me your True Dragon Remnant Soul!"

Xiao Ran’s face was a mask of astonishment.

Before he could even react, Ji Bochang waved his hand and violently ripped a Black Flood Dragon with only half a body from within him.

The moment the half-bodied Black Flood Dragon appeared, Xiao Ran’s Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivation was simultaneously stripped away, transforming into black Scale Armor that draped over the Black Dragon.

"No... AHH—!" Xiao Ran let out a bloodcurdling scream as his aura plummeted.

The half-bodied Black Flood Dragon also twisted and roared madly, emitting a dense draconic might and a heaven-shaking resentment.

Ji Bochang’s eyes were resolute. His hand became like a blade, and he ruthlessly stabbed it into the Black Flood Dragon’s head.

"True Dragon Blood Sacrifice! With your resentment, suppress this evil curse!"

ROAR!

The Black Flood Dragon let out a venomous, Divine Soul-tearing roar as the vast power of its draconic resentment surged entirely into the Dragon-Suppressing Platform.

A clearly visible soul of a Black Flood Dragon appeared within the Dragon-Suppressing Platform. It fused with the solid earth, radiating an absolute Power of Position that could suppress all evil and guard the region.

CLANG—!

A series of clear, melodious chimes like an ancient bell rang out.

The golden nails that had been blocked outside the hall melted away like ice and snow.

When the last wisp of golden dust vanished from the Cultivators’ chests, Ji Bochang cracked a grin and collapsed to the ground with a THUD.

The massive Dragon-Suppressing Platform vanished along with him.

All the Demon Cultivators present were moved to tears of gratitude for Ji Bochang’s life-saving sacrifice.

This sudden Curse Killing had claimed the lives of at least nine Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Incense Masters. Nine!

As for the Earth Dao Foundation Establishment cultivators who died, they were countless. If not for Ji Bochang’s intervention, everyone else would have likely met a violent end.

Even Xiao Ran, who had been stripped of his Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivation, had a complicated expression on his face, filled with respect.

’Master Ji is such a good person. Not only did he help me with the Blood Corpse Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, but now he’s helped me block the Power of Curse Killing. I was so petty before, judging a gentleman by my own lowly standards.’ Xiao Ran couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

Only Qin Xuan sensed that something was wrong, and a chill ran down his spine.

’The divination clearly said a Nascent Soul Daoist Monarch would be the one using Curse Killing.’

’Ji Bochang isn’t even a Purple Mansion Daoist, so how could he possibly have withstood that terrifying Power of Curse Killing?!’