It was a rare opportunity for an S-class adventure group to take the initiative to contact him, so Yang Yu still gave the other party some face and respect, and asked Bai Jin to take out the magic crystal ball and record Ikaro Flo's magical characteristics.
After repeatedly checking the system, there was still no task on the panel. Yang Yu said:
“You said so much, old man.
I happen to have a few questions for you.
I heard that you were also looking for information about the Curse Cult. What did you want to do with them?"
Ikaro Flo stroked his long white beard that looked like a waterfall.
"We [Collecting Corpses into Coffins] are an S-rank adventure group made up entirely of soul manipulators.
The soul is considered an important part of a person.
Many people believe that driving souls is a blasphemy against the dead, and that those who possess this ability are unlucky.
Throughout the long history, people with psychic abilities have often been discriminated against and kept at a distance.
Some psychics are not as lucky as us to receive protection and guidance early on.
As they grow up, they will suffer some injuries, which will distort their minds and ultimately push them to the opposite side of the vast majority of people.
The Cult of the Damned is where most of them end up.
I don't think that if you have been bullied you should inflict the bullying on others and take the wrong path of revenge against the world.
People often say that you should not advise others to do good unless you have experienced their suffering. I often think about this saying.
I don't think this is correct.
Releasing your pain on innocent people will only bring more pain in the end.
We [Collecting Corpses into Coffins] have been committed to absorbing all kinds of psychics, guiding them correctly, not letting them go to extremes, allowing them to see the good side of life and become psychics with good character.
Unfortunately, the vast majority of psychics still uncontrollably flow towards the dark side of this world.
I don’t know how they are doing now, I don’t know if they are suffering from their abilities, and I don’t know if they have been brainwashed and become running dogs.
But if we can, we still want to give them a helping hand and bring them back to the light.”
Ikaro Flo sighed and looked at Yang Yu.
"Your team seems to have had a lot of trouble with that sect. We can unite our forces."
Yang Yu leaned back on the bench and looked up at the sky.
“I think it’s difficult to eliminate the Curse Sect. We don’t even know their base.
All we know is that they are plotting some earth-shattering conspiracy to summon the ancient demon.
We are in the light, they are in the dark."
The hand stroking the long beard stopped abruptly, and Ikaro Flo nodded heavily, "They are extremely cautious. Every cultist we capture would rather die than let go."
Yang Yu crossed his legs and said, "Their followers are indeed very loyal. You must be prepared that even if you destroy the cursed sect, you will not be able to save anyone."
“We have long been aware of this.”
“Speaking of which, since you are spirit controllers, you should have some methods to deal with spirit controllers, right
It would be best if you could teach me some methods to deal with ghosts, how can I make that thing successfully become a Buddha?"
“Ghosts are more mysterious than you think.
The best way to deal with a spirit controller is to find one who is stronger than him.
If you want to deal with ghosts, you can use magic or holy light. It won’t be difficult for you.”
Having said that, Ikaro Flo stood up and left, confirming that the disciples of [Collecting Corpses into Coffins] had completed the preliminary round and prepared to take them away.
The Ichthyosaur girl with a flower basket quickly walked to Ikaro Flo and carefully protected him as he left.
Yang Yu shook his head helplessly.
Where on earth can we find any clues about the Curse Cult
Noticing that Carlos, who was wearing a blue plaid robe, was approaching, Yang Yu smiled again and greeted Carlos:
"How's it going, little sister? You should have passed the first game easily, right?"
"Of course, big brother, you have to work hard too! I'm leaving first."
After saying hello to Yang Yu, Carlos disappeared into the crowd.
Not long after that, Yang Yu finally faced his first match in the Dragon God Conference qualifiers.
Walking towards the venue with the sign in hand, Yang Yu could feel the Bronze Dragon Owen staring at him intently. He wanted to come up and have a chat with him, but due to his status, he could only stay where he was.
After a simple identity verification, Yang Yu was guided by the specialist into the martial arts hall.
The interior of the martial arts hall had long been divided into several spaces by shining crystal walls, and between each space there was only a narrow passage that was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
In each space, there is a square platform that is neither too big nor too small and about two meters high, with a red line on each of the north and south sides of the platform.
The two red lines are the initial confrontation positions of the two opposing sides.
This distance will allow both sides to have sufficient time to prepare.
The winner is determined when one party admits defeat or falls off the stage.
The square platform can be restored at any time, and the crystal wall surrounding the square platform can block most magic and skills. The two sides of the battle can ignore everything and fight with all their strength.
Passing through the narrow corridor, a lot of magic hit the crystal wall and turned into countless shining points of light around Yang Yu, as brilliant as fireworks.
After many twists and turns, Yang Yu was brought to the eighth battle space.
When he stepped onto the stage, his opponent had been waiting for a long time, rubbing his hands in front of the red line on the side.
Yang Yu’s first opponent was a huge yak man named Sek.
He has a human face and is covered with long brown hair. The long hair next to his cow ears is tied into two long braids, making him look like a real yak standing half-standing.
Seeing Yang Yu, Seke was obviously a little disdainful. He was determined to win this battle.
The Yak people are the native Asian people of the Dragon God Council Country. They have been famous for their bravery and fighting skills since ancient times.
Sek thinks he has talents that are not inferior to geniuses. He believes that the reason he did not get the invitation letter from the Dragon God Council Nation was, on the one hand, because the Dragon God Council Nation sent out too few invitation letters, and on the other hand, because the Dragon God Conference Committee was short-sighted.
It is obvious that the Dragon God Conference only needs to be open to their own people, so why bother to bring foreigners here
Before the game started, Yang Yu felt Seke's obvious hostility.
"Boy, I don't know where you come from!
But I know that the Dragon God Conference is definitely not something that a weak person like you can participate in.
If you don't want to be smashed to pieces by me, surrender as soon as possible."
Facing Seke's provocation, Yang Yu just silently took out his sword and shield, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game.
The referee stood outside the ring, suspended in the air, with his right hand raised, asking both sides to get ready.
The yak man Seke lowered his body, thrust his right shoulder forward, and made a gesture as if he was ready to smash everything. His huge black eyes stared closely at Yang Yu's every move.
After Yang Yu took out the shield, he stood there motionless, with flaws all over his body.
This made Sai Ke even more convinced that he could resolve the battle in an instant.
(End of this chapter)