Chapter 586 584: Coma

After some thought, Jiang Chen had a sudden realization. It seemed he had been afflicted by a Curse Evil Technique.

As for who had cast the curse, he had a prime suspect: Mr. Gu, Wen Shixi's associate.

Mr. Gu had previously gouged out Jiang Chen's Martial Vein and transplanted it into Wen Shixi.

Such bizarre skills were impossible for an ordinary person to possess.

Only a Wizard.

And now, the curse afflicting him was clearly the work of a Wizard as well.

At this thought, Jiang Chen recalled the dangerous aura he had sensed from Mr. Gu when they met.

It was likely because the man practiced such dark arts.

'When I used the Ten Directions Calculation, the result was that I would face a life-or-death tribulation if I aided the Third Prince.'

'Could this be that tribulation?'

Jiang Chen's body trembled slightly.

All the signs had been there. It seemed he was fated to face this ordeal.

A great tribulation of life and death.

'It really does seem to be a curse.'

As for what kind of curse it was, Jiang Chen had no idea.

But this curse was potent enough to kill him.

This was the terror of a Wizard's dark arts—they could kill someone without even lifting a finger.

The victim wouldn't even know how they died.

Having figured this out, Jiang Chen knew the priority wasn't to kill Mr. Gu, but to find a way to break the curse.

Otherwise, the curse might flare up and kill him before he even got a chance to face Mr. Gu.

Besides, he could feel his body gradually weakening.

'No, no matter what happens, I have to go back to the Jiang Family in Hanwu City.'

'I need to check on my family.'

After all, Jiang Chen had been away from home for a while.

And as he thought about Mr. Gu's curse, he suddenly began to worry about the Jiang Family.

His mind made up, Jiang Chen hurriedly left his seclusion.

Soon, Jiang Chen arrived in the main hall.

Everyone was there, discussing how to find the source of the black smoke rising from Jiang Chen's head, but they had come up with nothing.

"Sir."

"Jiang Chen's here."

Everyone rose to their feet and looked at Jiang Chen.

One by one, their jaws dropped in horror.

"Sir, the black smoke above your head... it's getting thicker."

They saw the black smoke billowing from Jiang Chen's head, as if he were burning fuel.

Jiang Chen's heart sank.

From the moment he'd felt weak to now, with everyone seeing the smoke thicken, he knew his time was running out.

If he didn't find a way to break the curse in time, he would die.

He said to the others, "I think I've been cursed."

What?

Everyone was stunned.

"A curse?"

"Curses are such a sinister form of dark art. How can they exist in this world? Are curses actually real?"

The others were both shocked and bewildered.

Just as Jiang Chen was about to explain, he suddenly felt another stabbing pain in his chest.

"Aaargh!"

The pain made Jiang Chen cry out.

Immediately, he sprayed a large mouthful of fresh blood.

"PFFT!"

The blood sprayed a great distance.

The next moment, Jiang Chen collapsed to the ground without warning, fainting instantly.

The crowd's faces paled in terror, and they all cried out in alarm.

"Jiang Chen!"

"Sir! Sir, what's wrong?"

Everyone was stunned, horrified to see Jiang Chen collapse just like that.

Mr. Qiu Shui, with his quick reflexes, rushed over to catch Jiang Chen.

It was too sudden. Far too sudden. No one had any time to react.

But Jiang Chen had already lost consciousness.

The group looked at each other, at a loss.

"What do we do now?"

"Jiang Chen's been cursed. Can he be saved?"

Everyone turned to Mr. Qiu Shui. His Cultivation was the highest among them, and as the former President of the Alchemist Guild, he was the most experienced and knowledgeable.

But Mr. Qiu Shui just shook his head helplessly.

"I don't know anything about curses either. I don't know how to save him."

Everyone fell silent.

Just then, a woman in a long red dress was seen slowly approaching from outside the manor.

Soon, she entered the manor grounds.

"Is Jiang Chen here?" the woman asked as she entered.

Only then did everyone in the hall realize someone had entered. They had all been so focused on Jiang Chen that no one had noticed her arrival.

They immediately looked up.

Each one of them was surprised.

"The young mistress of the Treasure Elephant Pavilion."

"Miss Murong."

Zhan Yang and the others, as well as Xiao Jun, Mr. Jiao, and even Mr. Qiu Shui, all recognized Murong Xiangming.

After all, in Gambling City, Murong Xiangming was a truly influential figure who represented the entire Treasure Elephant Pavilion.

Her status was extraordinary.

Seeing Murong Xiangming, Mr. Qiu Shui hurriedly greeted her.

"Miss Murong, please, come in."

Murong Xiangming entered the room. Just as she was about to ask for Jiang Chen, her expression changed when she saw him lying on the bed.

She asked in alarm, "What happened to Jiang Chen?"

As she spoke, she rushed to Jiang Chen's side, her face full of worry.

Mr. Qiu Shui gave a bitter smile. "We don't know what happened either. Sir just fainted. Before he passed out, he said he thought he'd been cursed."

What?

The color drained from Murong Xiangming's face.

Soon, she also noticed the black smoke continuously rising from Jiang Chen's head.

This made her expression grow even tighter.

"This... This really is a curse."

"Jiang Chen is unconscious now. We have to break the curse on him as soon as possible, or he'll be in extreme danger."

As the young mistress of the Treasure Elephant Pavilion, Murong Xiangming knew a thing or two about curses.

"Miss Murong, do you have a way to save Jiang Chen?"

He thought that since the Treasure Elephant Pavilion possessed countless treasures, they might have a solution.

But Murong Xiangming shook her head.

"I don't have a way either."

As she spoke, she looked at Jiang Chen, her face filled with anguish.

In front of everyone, she reached out and caressed Jiang Chen's face.

Her touch was full of affection.

"You'll be alright. I believe in you."

JinLing watched from the side, a pang of discomfort striking her.

After all, watching another woman so intimately caress the face of the man she loved was truly difficult to bear.

And Murong Xiangming had arrived and, without any warning, acted as if Jiang Chen belonged to her.

It was too much.

But Murong Xiangming paid no mind, simply gazing at Jiang Chen, her eyes growing moist.

She remembered how Jiang Chen had saved her, and their intimate moments inside the Lin Family Ancestral Tomb.

Although nothing tangible had developed between them, Murong Xiangming believed that she held a place in Jiang Chen's heart.

And her own heart was already full of him.

She would stop at nothing, all for him.

Then, Murong Xiangming began to personally wash Jiang Chen's face and hands, acting just like a devoted, virtuous wife.

JinLing, however, couldn't get a chance to help at all.

「About four hours later.」

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's body stirred.

"Hey, Jiang Chen moved!"

JinLing was the first to notice Jiang Chen's finger twitch.

Everyone immediately turned to look at Jiang Chen.

By now, everyone was focused intently on Jiang Chen.

Murong Xiangming immediately put down the towel in her hand.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Jiang Chen slowly began to awaken.

However, Jiang Chen's face was now somewhat pale.

"Cough, cough..."

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and coughed.