Jun Feifei’s water pen with a rhinestone-embedded cap went missing.
The pen wasn’t particularly valuable, but it sparkled beautifully and was a popular style from the coastal cities.
Jun Feifei had brought it to school to show off.
That afternoon, the pen disappeared.
Yue Qingqing guessed that perhaps a classmate had found the pen attractive and sneakily took it to hide.
Jun Feifei cursed fiercely, "No idea which bastard the thief is. If you steal, you should have your hand cut off, specifically the one that did the stealing."
It was just something a child said in anger, and no one really paid attention.
However, the next day, a girl in the class asked for leave. The homeroom teacher, Mr. Shi, mentioned that she accidentally hit a desk at home, resulting in a broken wrist.
Yue Qingqing suddenly found it eerie, as she had actually used Spiritual Energy to locate Jun Feifei’s pen the day before, right in the backpack of the girl who fractured her wrist.
She had planned to have a chat with the little girl and ask her to secretly return the pen to Jun Feifei.
But then this incident occurred the very next day, eerily matching what Jun Feifei had said.
Was it just a coincidence?
Yue Qingqing wasn’t sure.
However, the events that followed could no longer be dismissed as mere coincidences.
During one recess, a boy from another class collided harshly with Jun Feifei while running and playing.
He did not apologize and ran away laughing.
Infuriated, Jun Feifei snapped, "Run that fast, just don’t fall to your death."
No sooner had she spoken than the boy tumbled to the ground, hitting his nose so hard it bled.
Just passing by the classroom, Yue Qingqing and Wei Rong: "..."
That evening after school, a few children were walking home together.
Jun Feifei, now familiar with them, was also among them.
It had just rained that morning, and the road was patchy with puddles.
Someone on a bicycle, for some unknown reason, deliberately sped up towards them.
The muddy water splashed up and dirtied the children’s clothes, and the cyclist whistled maliciously at them, seemingly amused by the children’s annoyed expressions.
Lowering her head to see the mud stains on her dress, Jun Feifei couldn’t help but curse loudly,
"So shameless, watch out for getting hit by a car."
Upon hearing this, the man scowled, turned his head, and spat at the children.
Right at a crossroads, a truck rushed out suddenly.
The man’s body was flung high into the air and landed heavily.
The twisted bicycle lay on the ground, its wheel still spinning.
The children, witnessing this bloody scene, turned pale.
Looking at the blood mixed with dirty water under the man, Jun Feifei bent down and vomited...
Yue Qingqing stroked her back and finally confirmed that the events of these two days were definitely not accidents.
Jun Feifei had been cursed,
with a Curse Technique by Words.
Words in this context are language itself.
Legends about the power of language exist since ancient times—
In ancient periods, people believed that by reciting the names of the gods, they would obtain divine power.
People elected to worship and genuflect, constantly chanting the gods’ names day and night, in hopes that the true god would descend and grant them power.
Buddhism requires its believers to recite scriptures to achieve enlightenment.
Yue Qingqing had seen some cultivators holding Word Spirit Magical Tools in their hands.
During a curse ritual, just by articulating the enemy’s name, and if the target responds, the Magic Artifact would trace and follow them, capturing them within, even if it had to chase them for a thousand miles.
And in the Taoist Magic that she practiced, language often followed magic to enhance the Magical Powers.
It was said that upon reaching the higher paths, one could shape reality with words, proving the existence of heaven and earth.
After arriving in this world, Yue Qingqing quickly learned to read and write and often went to the library with her grandmother on weekends to understand the native religions of this world.
One Western religion she learned about also insisted that its followers "not take the Lord’s name in vain."
However, Curse Technique by Words is not about empowering mortals with language; rather, it is a form of sacrifice.
Those who are afflicted, whenever they utter a curse, it never fails to come true, but it requires their own flesh and soul in exchange...