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Zhang Qianlin pondered for a long time and said, "I went to find an immortal. He said that you and I should have a destiny to be immortals, but we were hindered by the blood curse. If we can find an immortal, he will definitely be able to help us!"

Zhang Jun thought about it and finally shook his head. "Although there are often immortal cultivators coming and going in Shangyang City, most of them don't talk much with us mortals, nor do they interfere in mortal affairs. It may not be easy to invite them."

"I heard that there's a wandering immortal in the next town who collects spirit stones and does things for him. Many big families have invited him. I'm going to visit him tomorrow." Zhang Qianlin said.

After saying that, he endured the pain, uncovered the wound on his wrist, and dripped a drop of blood into Zhang Jun's wine glass.

Zhang Jun frowned, "I always feel that this is inappropriate. The black-robed man has an unknown origin and great magical powers. If he knew that you and I were looking for an immortal for help, I don't know what kind of trouble we would get into."

Zhang Qianlin thought for a moment and said, "They are only guarding against you anyway, so I just need to be more careful."

Zhang Jun shook his head and sighed, then drank the wine in the glass.

Afterwards, Zhang Qianlin began to look for a cultivator who could lift the blood curse for them.

However, he was unlucky and most of the people he met were independent cultivators of low level. Not to mention breaking the curse, those people didn't even know what the blood curse was.

Three months later, Zhang Qianlin's wife gave birth.

Zhang Huayue was born.

Zhang Qianlin's desire to survive grew stronger and stronger, and he almost went crazy trying to make friends with monks.

He spent a large sum of money to buy a small porcelain bottle used to hold elixirs from a casual cultivator. After keeping his blood in it for a month or two, it looked like fresh blood.

He put his blood in a bottle and gave it to Zhang Jun, and told Zhang Jun to take good care of his wife and children, and then embarked on the long journey to seek immortality.

Zhang Jun had advised him many times, "If you are discovered by the black-robed man by searching for immortals like this without considering the consequences, you will probably end up in trouble."

However, Zhang Qianlin didn't care at all. He held the wine glass and burped. "They won't be watching us every day. As long as I'm careful, I'll be fine!"

"Brother, those people may have big plans. Now that you and I have children, we can't let them get hurt, right? We have to find a way out for them!"

"If it weren't for this curse, we should be the unattainable immortals, we should be the immortals..." Zhang Qianlin held the wine jug and closed his eyes sleepily.

Over the next ten years, Zhang Qianlin spent all his family wealth on the pursuit of immortality, like a madman.

Even before the old man died, he was still writing letters asking for money.

After the old man passed away, the blood in Zhang Jun's body became more and more turbulent. He felt something was wrong, as if something bad was about to happen.

So he moved Zhang Huayue and her son out of the Zhang Mansion and settled them in another courtyard, with no intention of bringing trouble to them.

However, Zhang Qianlin's wife and daughter did not know about the blood curse, so they came to make trouble every day and even wrote a letter to inform Zhang Qianlin.

Zhang Qianlin knew that something might happen and he felt desperate. After he returned, he thought about it for a long time and finally decided to take his wife and daughter to say goodbye to Zhang Jun and others.

When saying goodbye, Zhang Qianlin filled the porcelain bottle of blood for the last time and handed it to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder gently, and finally gave him some money.

The money was originally intended to allow him to live a stable life, but unexpectedly, after Zhang Qianlin settled his wife and daughter, he actually left Shangyang City with the money.

Just as everyone was silently waiting for the unexpected to happen, Zhang Qianlin finally met someone from the Xianxingsi in Yucheng.

He offered the spirit stone with both hands and begged desperately.

The disciple from the Immortal Punishment Department was moved by his sorrowful words, so he stopped and listened to him.

When the disciple heard the blood curse from his mouth, his expression suddenly changed. He frowned and said, "I'll go with you to see it!"

Then Zhang Qianlin brought the disciple to Shangyang City.

Zhang Jun and his wife deliberately sent everyone else out, and the entire yard was empty with only a few people left.

The disciple from the Immortal Punishment Department took out a formation plate and repeatedly tested Zhang Zhun.

"There are indeed remnants of the blood curse in the body, but it's very strange. Why is this curse sometimes strong and sometimes weak?"

The disciple formed seals with his hands and carefully explored the area with the unique formation of the Immortal Punishment Department. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "So that's it!"

"How is it, Immortal?" Zhang Qianlin asked hurriedly.

Ye Shuang's eyes were also full of worry.

The young disciple did not answer him, but issued a hunting order towards the sky.

Then he formed a formation and used all his strength to defeat the spell that was about to take shape in Zhang Jun's body.

"Puff!" Zhang Jun spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Someone has planted a powerful spell in your body, but it has not yet taken shape and is still very fragile. Now I have destroyed it, so you can rest assured."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young official from the Huanyue Sect in the Xianxing Division landed in the courtyard. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was not surprised at all, but rather extremely calm.

The young disciple looked at the newcomer and said hurriedly, "Brother Song, this person has a blood curse in his body. This matter has a serious impact. These two mortals are in an extremely dangerous situation. I suggest..."

"Buzz!" A red light suddenly emanated from Senior Brother Song's body.

The voice of the Immortal Punishment Division disciple became smaller and smaller, and suddenly he fell to the ground with a clang.

And behind Senior Brother Song, a young man walked out. His appearance changed with every step he took, from a young man to black mist, and from black mist to the appearance of the disciple on the ground.

Obviously a monster.

"After sealing it, hide it. I will transform and take its place for a while, and then find a chance to kill it later. In short, we must not allow it to have any contact with this place."

"Yes." said Senior Brother Song.

Zhang Jun and others on the side were shocked by the sudden turn of the situation. The three of them retreated, but their hands and feet were tied by an invisible force and they could not move.

Soon, the black-robed man arrived, and Senior Brother Song bowed his head and saluted, "Sir, the spell on Zhang Zhun has been destroyed by the disciples of the Immortal Punishment Department. How can we remedy this?"

"Haha!" The man in black robe stepped forward and looked at Zhang Zhun and the others who were trembling. "I remember I warned you, right?"

"The spell that I spent more than ten years of hard work on was destroyed just like that. My heart is really broken." The black-robed man's voice became more and more strange. "Can you feel it?"

Another black-robed man checked Zhang Jun's internal aura and sighed, "A good sacrificial body was destroyed like this. It's really a nightmare."

"Boom!" A fierce aura rushed towards Zhang Jun, but was stopped by another man in black robe.

"This man is useless now. I can't vent my anger if I don't kill him. Why are you trying to stop me?"

"Don't worry, it's still useful." The man said and looked at Zhang Jun.

Ye Shuang, who was standing next to him, was trembling with fear, but she couldn't help but stretch out her arms to stop Zhang Zhun behind her, "You, what do you want to do?"

"Buzz!"

The man in black robe raised his hand, and a large formation enveloped the small courtyard. Zhang Jun and Ye Shuang were placed in the center of the formation, and blood-red chains deep in the formation trapped the two of them.

Then, two hazy blue-white mists were drawn out from them and poured into a translucent bead above the formation.

The black-robed man shook his head and sighed, "I didn't want to be so ruthless, but it's hard to be a good person."