With that said, the fat elder was the first to impatiently return to his original seat.
Yun Shouyang and the skinny elder looked at each other and sat down as well.
The bonfire burned brightly, illuminating the surroundings and revealing the deep wrinkles, scars, and strange totems and tattoos on the old barbarian's face. He looked like an old beast, and there seemed to be a trace of vigilance hidden in the depths of his eyes.
His gaze swept over the three elders, and then he slowly walked to the fire and sat down on the last seat. In between, he even panted a few times. His heavy breathing sounded like the whine of some kind of wild beast, as if his old body was already somewhat unable to bear the burden.
Yun Shouyang patiently waited for the 'Fire Shaman' to sit down, then said in a low voice, "Let's begin …"
"Wait!" Suddenly, a deep and coarse voice interrupted Yun Shouyang's words.
The three elders of the Divine Sect of the Three Realms looked at the Fire Shaman at the same time, only to see the old barbarian slowly raise a finger and point to Yun Shouyang's side. "This person, let him go!"
The fat and skinny elders frowned at the same time. Yun Shouyang snorted and said, "Hei Lang is my confidant, and he has cultivated a secret technique that can condense Blood Soul Crystals. Venerable One, you should know what that thing is for the God Subjugation Mantra, right?"
The fire in front of him was reflected in the old eyes of the Fire Shaman, but they seemed unusually bright in the vicissitudes of life, as if two balls of fire were burning from within his body. He said slowly, "I don't trust him!"
Yun Shouyang raised his eyebrows, and a trace of anger flashed across his eyes. He then said coldly, "According to the ancient records of the Divine Sect, when casting the God Subjugation Mantra, if you have the help of the Blood Soul Crystal secret technique, the chances of success will increase by at least ten percent. I wonder if the Venerable One has any objections to this?"
"Ten percent!" The fat and skinny elders' expressions changed at the same time. It was clear that this seemingly insignificant ten percent was extremely significant to them. However, they didn't know what this God Vanquishing Curse was. It was so difficult for people of their statuses. After hearing Yun Shouyang's explanation, both of their faces lit up with joy. The rotund elder could not help but grumble to Yun Shouyang in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell me and the skinny one about such benefits?"
Yun Shouyang nodded slightly at him, then looked at the Fire Shaman sitting on the other side of the fire. His eyes were bright, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the old barbarian's hoarse and low voice ring out again. This time, he repeated, "I don't believe him!"
Even the fat and thin elders couldn't bear to watch any longer. They were figures of extremely high status in the Central Divine Prefecture, and their eyes grew cold.
Yun Shouyang frowned. "Then what do you want?"
"Let him go!" The Fire Shaman's hoarse voice reverberated in the empty valley like a dying beast king. He was old, but still had the majesty of old. "If you insist on keeping him here, you must plant my 'Black Flame Curse' on him. He must swear that he will not harm the God Vanquishing Curse, or else he will be devoured by the black flames. His flesh and blood will be burned dry, and his soul will be destroyed. He will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and will suffer the pain of being burned by the flames forever. Only then … can I be at ease. "
Yun Shouyang flew into a rage. He suddenly stood up and glared at the Fire Shaman. "How dare you plant such a demonic technique on my disciple!"
The Fire Shaman sneered, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly. He did not seem to care about Yun Shouyang's anger at all. His old eyes seemed to have seen too many vicissitudes in this world, and now, only the raging flames were left.
However, at this moment, another voice suddenly came from Yun Shouyang's side. It was the skinny elder. He said calmly, "The Venerable One's words do not seem to be wrong."
Yun Shouyang turned his head abruptly and stared at the skinny elder with a hint of surprise and anger. However, the skinny elder did not show any fear, and only looked at him calmly.
On the other side, the Fire Shaman let out a strange, hoarse laugh. It was as piercing as a ghost's as he looked over.
Yun Shouyang took a deep breath and turned to look at the fat elder. Just as he was about to speak, the fat elder coughed lightly and looked at him. "Brother Yun, I also think that the Venerable One's words are not without reason, just in case." Perhaps because he had a good relationship with Yun Shouyang, he pondered for a moment and said a few more words to smooth things over. "Moreover, we all know that although the 'Black Flame Curse' is sinister and vicious, it is still a kind of curse. As long as the little fellow does not violate the oath, the curse will not be triggered, and there will be no problem."
Yun Shouyang clearly did not expect the fat elder to say such a thing, and his expression changed for a moment. With his status and experience, he naturally knew a thing or two about the Black Flame Curse. Although the fat elder's words were generally correct, this kind of mysterious curse that originated from the barbarian tribes deep in the Southern Border Continent was not that simple.
Just as he was thinking about letting Hei Lang leave this place, he suddenly heard Hei Lang's voice from behind, "Master, disciple is willing."
As soon as he said this, there was a moment of silence around the fire. Everyone looked at the black-robed young man, including the Fire Shaman. The Fire Shaman's wise and experienced gaze also fell on Black Wolf's face.
Yun Shouyang frowned and said, "The risks involved …"
Black Wolf knelt on the ground, his body as straight as a javelin, and said expressionlessly, "Everything is for Master's sake. This disciple will face some risks, but they are not worth mentioning."
Yun Shouyang stared deeply at his young face. After a moment of silence, he suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Good! You are indeed my good disciple, I did not misjudge you. "
Black Wolf lowered his head and did not speak.
Yun Shouyang returned to his seat and said in a low voice, "You may go."
Hei Lang agreed and walked around the bonfire to the front of the Fire Shaman. Then, just like before, he quietly knelt beside the old barbarian.
The Fire Shaman's aged gaze swept across the young man. Even though he was an old man of his age and status, he couldn't help but reveal a tinge of admiration in his eyes. But it was clear that this bit of admiration wouldn't affect his will and decision in the slightest.
Under the watchful eyes of the other three elders of the Divine Sect of the Three Realms, a short but strange ceremony quickly unfolded. The Fire Shaman first put his hand directly into the burning bonfire, paused for a moment, and when he retracted it, there was a burning flame in the middle of his palm. His flesh did not seem to have any reaction under the burning flame. Then, everyone heard him recite an ancient and mysterious incantation in a low voice.
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