He also slowly raised his head, with a few hints of drunkenness.

Suddenly smashing the bowl in his hand, he jumped up, raising one hand high, holding a talisman between two fingers.

"Pointed at by a thousand people, die without illness!"

"..."

Within the Xinghun Sect, it is said some harbor ill intentions.

In past years, there was a petty official in the Xing Sect who was greedy for money, relying on his small position in the prison to take bribes and eliminate disasters for others, unknowingly committing countless injustices and harming people.

The victims were all poor folks, unable to accuse him, yet their hearts accumulated resentment and anger. A capable person passed by, visiting them and saying that their resentment was too great, disrupting the harmony of heaven, and fearing it might attract ghostly gods, which would instead bring disaster to their own homes.

The suffering people of the world angrily cursed, "We suffer unjustly and it brings us disaster instead?"

This capable person sighed, leaving behind a talisman, pasting it on the door, telling them that whenever they felt resentment and anger that was difficult to express, they could come before this talisman and bow. If there were new sufferers in the city, they should not speak out but invite them to bow as well, and over time, its spirit would manifest.

Since then, anyone who resented this person would come to bow to the talisman, and after some months, the talisman was suddenly blown away by the wind.

At the same time, the petty official died unexpectedly, dropping dead suddenly.

Some in the Xing Sect took this as a warning, bringing this method into the Xing Sect, which later became a technique in the Punishment Soul Sect.

The Laozao Wine was made using this exact method, being the simplest dharma method in the Punishment Soul Sect.

So simple that even Gua Shao refused to use it, disliking how slow it took effect.

But Laozao Wine didn't believe in that evil, was it slow?

When he clamped the talisman between two fingers, pointing towards the night sky, the endless, boundless yin wind all around suddenly seemed to find direction, rushing towards the small hillock.

The strength and intensity of the yin wind actually made the No-Eating bull Disciples on the mountain instantly feel their breath stagnate, their bodies chilling through, hastily raising their hands to cover their faces, with the talismans in their hands suddenly tearing apart.

"What the hell?"

Not only those on the mountain were all shocked, even Brother Laozao himself was dumbfounded.

"So powerful?"

Soon his face showed a look of surprise and joy: "I only knew in theory before, but seeing it now, really scary..."

"But, satisfying!"

"..."

He shouted loudly, immediately flipping his body, pulling out with a clatter a white banner from his bag, with endless strands of silk hanging down from the banner, each with a talisman attached, waving in the night sky.

Clatter, clatter!

Countless talisman papers danced, and the wind around also became stronger, like great waves, layer upon layer, sweeping over.

On the white banner, all the talisman papers became incredibly heavy at this moment.

But in the blink of an eye, they were almost unable to bear it, with every talisman paper already showing cracks.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Brother Laozao shouted, quickly pulling out several more banners from his bag, which flew around his body.

Yet this yin wind blew across the lands of the Four Prefectures and Seven States, blowing through empty towns, blowing over desolate wilderness.

Blowing over groups of rags-clad, sallow-faced poor folks gathered in the valley, over desolate graves overgrown with wild grass that no one had worshiped for a long time, through the ragged military tents of the beggar general, over the young men slumbering with wooden sticks and spears.

Thus, wave after wave, layer upon layer, endless yin winds gathered on this hilltop.

Dozens of banners made this small hillock a sea of white, like countless white ghosts, wildly dancing in the wind.

Every talisman was incredibly heavy, as if even this small hillock was sinking.

"This..."

Bo Luopi watched from the side, his face filled with joy, full of admiration for Brother Laozao, but gradually his expression changed.

From joy, it turned to worry, even fear.

"Not good, we overdid it..."

He hurried forward to stop it but was pushed back by one of the talismans on the banner, tumbling over, only able to yell, "Brother Laozao, let go..."

"This curse is too heavy, too massive, you can no longer control it..."

"..."

The curse borrows power, borrows people, borrows demons, borrows from the Lord, and ghostly gods, borrows from heaven and earth.

The Negative Spirit Sect has curses, the walking ghost does too, Xinghun does too, even the trickster occasionally recites a curse to frighten people.

The methods used by each sect vary, all rely on borrowed power, yet ironically, Laozao Wine's curse is fueled by the resentment of the people.

Magic Path, all steal the power of heaven and earth, but beware, lest Heaven sees and heavenly retribution is brought upon.

Black Magic Chen has the ability to dodge karma and avoid heavenly retribution, but Laozao Wine does not. The curse he casts now is so immense that it far exceeds the limits of the Path, surpassing his current realm. Even the Old White of the Zhen Sui Hu Family cannot withstand such a curse.

Let alone Laozao Wine who is only at the Non-human Realm?

"The Chen Family can recklessly use this evil skill to destroy crops, yet I'm not allowed to speak out?"

But with Bo Luopi's reminder, Laozao Wine suddenly clenched his teeth and said hatefully, "It's absurd!"

"I won't accept it!"

"..."

In his shout, the white banners spinning around his body became incredibly heavy, reaching their limit. Even frost started to grow on his clothes.

His exposed arms and neck began to crack, and even above his head, layers upon layers of heavy dark clouds appeared, as if the heavens were watching him.

Anyone in the sect who felt as if someone was watching them from above must immediately withdraw.

This signifies that they have already been burdened by sin and were close to going insane.

When Impermanence Li Family was still around, this sin might not fall upon oneself but instead upon the hands of the Li Family members.

But now, it descended directly.

Yet, Laozao Wine defiantly squinted at the night sky, growing even more furious, lowly snarling:

"Now is the time!"

"Brother, if we truly discuss Magic, we're not as good as Black Magic Chen Family. Even if we bring more people to fight desperately, we would still suffer losses."

"But in comparison to Black Magic Chen Family, we also have advantages..."

"They don't fear heavenly retribution, and neither do we."

"Quickly, take out your ninth glazed lamp, shine it on me. I must tell the people of this land something important..."

"..."

Seeing Laozao Wine's intention, Bo Luopi immediately exclaimed in panic, "No, no, this wasn't in the plan. Old buddy, I haven't shown you my palace beauty yet..."

"Whatever plan or no plan, the time has come, sooner or later, it's just this one shot!"

Laozao Wine laughed heartily, his figure seeming to drift further from Bo Luopi: "During that meeting, everyone was not used to being overly sentimental, so no one spoke very seriously about it."

"But Miss Red Wine said something that actually touched my heart."

"We come to this world once, leave no name, leave no sound, yet we must leave our mark."

"..."

Bo Luopi was at a loss for words, angrily swearing: "The main thing is you have the opportunity to take me along..."

"I've called you brother for days and you leave me at this moment..."

"It'll be tough falling into Tai Sui's hands later..."

"..."

Yet amidst the curses, he could only lift the final, most powerful lamp, the one that shone clearest and farthest, aiming at Laozao Wine surrounded by the white banners at this moment.

At this time, above his head, leaden clouds gathered, and from all directions, the bitter wind gusted, layer upon layer surging towards the mountain, which even so many banners, so many talismans, couldn't bear, this grievance of the living beings.

Laozao Wine laughed silently, suddenly tearing open his clothes, biting open his finger, and on his chest drawing a fierce blood talisman.

Using his body as a talisman, bearing the grievances of all directions.

Once this talisman formed, the boundless grievances suddenly surged towards his body.

In the night sky, the heavy leaden clouds suddenly responded, faced with this grievance far beyond the limits, suddenly unleashing infinite black lightning, surging and crashing towards Laozao Wine's head.

Using the body as a talisman, Laozao Wine now laughed loudly, facing the endless yin thunder, bowing with his arms, leading endless white banners, talisman paper, and pointing like a sword, directly at the heavens.

"What official, what ten surnames, what Tai Sui, I only recognize one reason..."

At this moment his expression, illuminated by flashes of lightning and firelight, turned green, ferocious, with a loud shout, using the glazed lamp, injected into the endless dreams of living beings:

"If Heaven doesn't let me live, I will perish with Heaven!"

"..."

With this roar and rolling heavenly thunder, his flesh crumbled, but his Divine Soul had already burst forth, accompanied by the surrounding white banners, against the overwhelming yin thunder, directly towards the dome of the sky.

Using curse as Heaven, grievances rising to nine heavens.