In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Xiang Shaoyun had stayed at home, practicing the Nether Dragon Soul Curse mnemonic chant. If others found out that he was cultivating a sinister curse like this, he would become a public enemy. But in truth, Xiang Shaoyun couldn't care less about what others thought of him.

He was very clear on the concept of winner takes all. As long as one was strong enough, whether the technique one used was virtuous or sinister would not matter. Nobody would dare to judge; strength equalled truth.

Xiang Shaoyun was in a rush to increase his combat prowess and cultivation level. This Nether Dragon Soul Curse was a secret technique capable of increasing his strength. Since he met the requirement to cultivate it, he would naturally...