"Shadow One, Dragon One of the Zen Temple is the descendant of the Zen Temple's family.”
The old man's voice wasn't loud, but the threat in it was obvious.
As one of the three most powerful families in the world of curses, the Chan Yuan family's heritage could be traced back to a thousand years ago.
This powerful family was the one that placed the most emphasis on spells among the three families. Every year, they would spend a large amount of manpower and resources to recruit young people with talent in spells.
Shadow One and Shadow Three, who had died at Dragon One's hands, were both talents that the Zen Temple had nurtured since young.
However…
Even the Zen Monastery, which was proud of its magic, had an iron rule that could not be violated.
Bloodline!
In this cold and ancient family, the orthodox Zen Monastery without curses might be bullied by these cursemancers who were taken in, and no one would care about them.
However, once the descendants of the Zen Temple had an heir to the spell, their status would be far higher than those adopted. This was an iron law that had not changed for thousands of years.
If you are not a monk, how can you call yourself a curse master? If you are not a warlock, how can you call yourself a human?
This sentence expressed the attitude of the Zen Monastery.
Those who did not have any spells would not even be recognized as an honorable person in the Zen Temple. Even those who had inherited spells would find it difficult to be recognized when faced with the members of the Zen Temple who also had spells.
This was the confidence and dominance of an ancient aristocratic family that had been passed down for thousands of years.
It was even more extreme than the Gojyo clan.
Compared to the Kamigo clan, there was one that was even more overbearing…
The Zen Temple!
"This subordinate understands."
Shadow One's Adam's apple moved unconsciously.
The aura that the old man had displayed just now made him feel a chill run down his spine. His attitude became even more respectful, and his already lowered head became even lower than before.
"Yeah, but it's not good for young people to be so arrogant. That guy Shire is also in Osaka now, right?”
The old man placed the teacup on the table in front of him, and the tea in the cup rippled.
"You mean…"
When the man in the suit heard this, he was stunned for a moment before he carefully raised his head and looked at the old man.
"Go do it."
The old man closed his eyes again. Although he did not say it clearly, Shadow One understood what he meant. He bowed again and slowly retreated.
In the huge room, only the thin figure of the old man was left. The black cat in the corner had disappeared at some point.
"A good saber needs a whetstone.”
The old man sat on the tatami mat with his lips slightly pursed. A black curse power slowly flowed behind him, and everything in the room seemed to be covered in a layer of haze in an instant.
It was as if everything around him had been dragged into a world of shadows.
"Are there really no more inheritances for the ten types of shadow spells?”The old man muttered to himself, a trace of loneliness appearing on his face.
meow ~
In the endless darkness behind him, a cat meowed as if it was responding to the old man's question.
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. That's true. However, this child of the Zen Temple, Dragon One, is really an anomaly.”
"The strength of a Cursemancer is determined by the curses in their bloodline the moment they are born. That child didn't have any curses during the three tests, but he suddenly had a curse two years ago.”
"This kind of thing simply doesn't conform to the rules.”
Curses were an instinct carved into a person's body from the moment they were born, or rather, a talent.
Cursemancers were the most unfair in the world, and also the fairest in the world.
A Cursemancer's strength was 80% determined by his own talent, while the remaining two depended on hard work.
The endless efforts of mortals might not even be comparable to the casual play of a true genius.
This was a publicly acknowledged rule in the world of curses, and it was also the consensus of everyone.
However, Dragon One had broken this logic.
"A good seedling. After all, he has the bloodline of the Chan Yuan family. Let Shen Er go and sharpen him.”
As the old man's voice fell, the darkness behind him disappeared, along with the old man sitting on the tatami.
It was as if someone had never been in the room before.
The only thing left was the cup of tea on the table.
On the other hand.
Ryuichi, who had no idea how the Zen Monastery he came from would treat him, was bored to death as he pushed a cart lazily in the largest supermarket in Osaka.
He casually threw the chips and coke on the shelf into the car.
Ryuichi did not rush back to Sugizawa after leaving the Enlu Society. Instead, he remembered that he did not have much stock left in his house. The last time Go Gojo went to his house, he had almost wiped out all his snacks.
He had come to this supermarket to buy some chips. After all, he could not buy many of the potato chips he had eaten in Sugizawa.
Gotou Gojo loved sweet food, while Ryuichi preferred potato chips.
A few years ago, the two of them had tried to persuade each other, but in the end, Gojo still liked to eat sweets, but he had the habit of bringing a portion of potato chips when he went shopping.
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