Fang Ling followed Lan Sheng all the way to the core of the Lan Clan tribe, the Witch God Altar.
This Witch God Altar is one of the two largest altars in the Miao Territory, with a history spanning over a million years, making it an unparalleled treasure in itself.
On this Witch God Altar, nine people were sitting cross-legged in mid-air, meditating and cultivating.
The area within the altar seemed like an independent world, filled with incredibly pure spiritual and soul power.
This was what Fang Ling sensed even through the barrier; he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be inside.
The nine people on the Witch God Altar were the priests of the Lan Clan tribe and eight other elders.
Among these eight elders, only one had reached the Great Perfection of the Mizar Realm.
The rest were all in the Alkaid Realm, which were the seven experts he had initially sensed.
The most terrifying of them all was the woman at the very center of the altar.
She was the true ruler of the Lan Clan tribe, the High Priestess Lan Yan.
Although Fang Ling couldn’t sense her cultivation level, just one glance at her made his heart race and feel as if he were standing at the edge of an abyss.
He couldn’t help but think that this woman had likely transcended martial arts and reached the immortal realm.
“Reporting to the High Priestess, this person claims to be afflicted by the Death Wish Curse and has come to our Lan Clan tribe seeking a way to break it,” Lan Sheng said loudly, stopping outside the altar.
He didn’t dare to step inside because he wasn’t a pure-blooded member of the Lan Clan; he had married into the tribe from the Great Qian Dynasty.
His wife was the Sixth Elder Lan Yue, who was currently cultivating inside the altar.
The powerful figures of the Lan Clan tribe all turned their gazes towards Fang Ling upon hearing this.
Usually calm and composed, their faces now showed expressions of surprise.
With their realms, they could tell that Fang Ling’s strength was extraordinary, but they couldn’t pinpoint exactly how strong he was.
What puzzled them even more was Fang Ling’s youthful bone age.
They couldn’t tell if he was an old monster in disguise or truly a young prodigy.
Fang Ling was about to say something, but in an instant, he was pulled into a separate dimension.
Standing opposite him was the High Priestess of the Lan Clan tribe, Lan Yan.
As the most powerful figure in the Lan Clan tribe, her aura was incredibly strong, and her gaze was extremely oppressive, like that of an emperor.
Although she was an older woman, she looked young and beautiful.
Her skin was well-maintained, soft and fair.
Her figure was exceptional, especially her long, well-proportioned legs.
“Incredible,” Lan Yan murmured, staring straight at Fang Ling.
“What kind of existence could seal the Death Wish Curse so thoroughly with just soul power?”
Fang Ling didn’t answer her question but instead asked, “I heard from your Ninth Elder that you know the Rebirth Curse.”
“Can you help me break this Death Wish Curse?”
Lan Yan nodded slightly and replied, “I can, but I want you to do a favor for the Lan Clan tribe.”
“What kind of favor?” Fang Ling asked.
Lan Yan began to explain, “There is a sacred place in the Miao Territory called the Witch God Temple.”
“This Witch God Temple was left behind by the ancient witch tribe and contains the supreme inheritance of our witchcraft practitioners.”
“It can be said that all the witchcraft spells in the Miao Territory originate from this Witch God Temple.”
“Every thousand years, the Witch God Temple opens, and those who enter have the chance to obtain the witch tribe’s inheritance and learn new spells.”
“However, not just anyone can enter the Witch God Temple; there are restrictions.”
“Anyone with a bone age over fifty will be blocked and unable to enter.”
“Once inside the Witch God Temple, there’s still a long way to go before reaching the inheritance site.”
“In the past, the descendants of our Lan Clan tribe and the Chuan Clan tribe would fight there, and only the strongest would have the right to obtain the inheritance.”
“In three days, it will be time for the temple to open again.”
“Unfortunately, in recent decades, our Lan Clan tribe hasn’t produced a descendant with high martial prowess.”
“But the Chuan Clan tribe has produced an extraordinary genius.”
“This person, named Chuan Pu, is only thirty-one years old but has already reached the late stage of the Megrez Realm and mastered five witchcraft spells of the Chuan Clan tribe.”
“This person is too powerful and might be able to kill all our Lan Clan tribe’s descendants on that path.”
“Although I can’t see your exact realm, I know your strength is definitely not inferior to this Chuan Clan genius.”
“So I want to ask you to lead a team and protect one of our Lan Clan tribe members.”
“Ensure her safe entry into the temple and protect her until she exits safely.”
“Whether or not you can do all that I ask, as long as you agree to help, I will break the Death Wish Curse for you.”
“If you can ensure her safety, I will also give you additional rewards, so you won’t suffer any loss.”
Fang Ling had no doubts about what Lan Yan said.
He had already learned about the Witch God Temple from various miscellaneous writings and from Tu Er.
He just didn’t know as much in detail.
From Lan Yan’s words, it was clear that the Witch God Temple wasn’t exclusive to witchcraft practitioners.
He might even gain some benefits from it; he had long coveted witchcraft spells.
“I agree to this,” Fang Ling replied decisively.
“Good!” Lan Yan smiled slightly, then raised her green staff and pointed it at Fang Ling.
Although the Death Wish Curse had been sealed by the Grandmaster, Fang Ling could still feel its presence.
But now, that strange feeling completely disappeared, confirming that the Death Wish Curse had been broken.
Not only that, but a pure soul power also entered his soul, causing his soul power to surge rapidly.
In an instant, his overall soul power level increased by more than half!
Seeing Fang Ling’s astonishment, Lan Yan said calmly, “The Rebirth Curse can do more than just break the Death Wish Curse.”
“Its main use is to save a soul that is about to collapse or directly increase soul power.”
“Unfortunately, using it causes great harm to oneself, and most people can’t withstand the impact of the Rebirth Curse.”
“Otherwise, with this curse alone, I wouldn’t worry about not being able to cultivate a few powerful young witchcraft practitioners.”
“Thank you!” Fang Ling didn’t expect her to break the curse immediately, showing great sincerity.
“I’ll take you to meet the person you need to protect now, so you don’t mistake her later,” she added.
She waved her staff lightly, and the environment around them changed again, bringing them to a quiet bamboo forest.
“Mother!” A young woman with a pure face but a chest as large as grapefruits immediately walked towards them.
Fang Ling observed her closely and found that she indeed resembled High Priestess Lan Yan.
Her realm wasn’t high, only at the early stage of the Phecda Realm.
In places like the Blood Marsh or Nanyang, she would be considered a prodigy.
But in the Miao Territory, she wasn’t top-tier.
However, for some reason, he felt that this girl with a youthful face and a voluptuous figure was extraordinary, though he couldn’t pinpoint what was unusual about her.
“Luo’er, let me introduce you. This is…”
Lan Yan turned to look at Fang Ling, feeling a bit embarrassed as she had forgotten to ask, “What’s your name?”
Fang Ling didn’t mind and immediately introduced himself.
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