Spell Of Deification

Chapter Four: Loyal Disciple

With that, the fat elder was the first to eagerly return to his original seat.

Yun Shou and the thin elder exchanged a glance and also sat down.

The campfire roared, illuminating the surroundings and revealing the deep wrinkles, scars, and strange totems and tattoos on the old barbarian's face.

He looked like an aged wild beast, his eyes seemingly forever harboring a wariness.

His gaze swept over the three elders, then he slowly walked to the fire and sat down in the last spot. He paused a few times, his heavy breathing sounding like the mournful cry of some wild beast, as if his aged body was already

unable to bear the weight.

Yun Shou patiently waited for the "Fire Shaman" to sit down, then said in a deep voice, "Let's begin..." "Wait!"

Suddenly, a low, heavy voice interrupted Yun Shou.

The three elders of the Three Realms Divine Sect simultaneously looked up at the Fire Shaman. The old barbarian slowly raised a finger, pointing it at Yun Shou's side, and said, "Let this man go!"

The fat and thin elders frowned simultaneously, while Yun Shou snorted, saying, "Black Wolf is my confidant, and he possesses the ability to condense soul crystals. What use is that to the Divine Summoning Spell? Surely you don't know, Venerable One?"

The Fire Shaman's aged eyes reflected the fire before him, which, despite its ancient aura, seemed exceptionally bright, as if two flames were emanating from him... Like something burning within him, he slowly said, "I don't believe him!"

Yun Shou raised an eyebrow, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, then coldly said, "According to the ancient texts of our Divine Sect, when casting a spirit-summoning spell, if the Soul-Burning Crystal technique assists, the chance of success can be increased by one percent. I wonder if the Venerable One has any objections to this?"

"One percent!"

The fat elder and the thin elder both exclaimed simultaneously. Clearly, this seemingly insignificant one percent chance was extremely important to them. They just didn't know what this spirit-summoning spell was, that it made things so incredibly difficult for people of their stature.

Upon hearing Yun Shou's explanation, both elders showed delight. The fat elder couldn't help but mutter a complaint to Yun Shou, "If it's this good, why didn't you explain it to me and the skinny man before?"

Yun Shou nodded slightly to him, then his gaze fell on the Fire Shaman sitting opposite the fire. His eyes were bright, and he was about to say something when suddenly the old barbarian's hoarse, low voice rang out again, repeating:

"I don't believe him!"

This time, even the fat and skinny elders couldn't stand it anymore. They were people of very high status in the Central Divine Continent, and their eyes turned cold.

Yun Shou frowned. "Then what exactly do you want?"

"Let him go!"

The Fire Shaman's hoarse voice echoed in the desolate valley, like a dying king, aged yet still bearing the weight of his former majesty: "If you insist on keeping him, you must plant my 'Black Flame Curse' on him, and swear a solemn oath never to harm the matter of the divination spell.

Otherwise, the black flames will backfire, burning him dry, scorching his soul, and condemning him to eternal torment from this raging fire.

Only then… will I be at ease."

Yun Shou was furious. He abruptly stood up, glaring at the Fire Shaman, and roared, "You actually intend to place such a demon on my disciple!"

The Fire Shaman smiled coldly, his eyes slightly lowered, completely unconcerned by Yun Shou's anger. In his aged eyes, it seemed he had already witnessed too many vicissitudes of the world; now, only the raging flames remained.

However, at that very moment, another voice suddenly came from beside Yun Shou. It was the thin, withered elder who said calmly, "The Venerable One's words don't seem to be wrong."

Yun Shou turned his head sharply, staring at the thin elder with surprise and anger, but the elder showed no fear, simply looking at him calmly.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Fire Shaman let out a hoarse, eerie laugh, piercing like a ghost, as he looked in their direction.

Yun Shou took a deep breath, turned to look at the fat elder, and was about to speak when the elder coughed lightly, then looked at him and said, "Brother Yun, I also think that just in case, the Venerable's words seem to make sense."

Perhaps because he and Yun Shou had a good relationship, he paused for a moment, then added a few more words to smooth things over, saying, "Besides, we all know that although the 'Black Flame Curse' is vicious, it is ultimately a kind of oath.

As long as that little fellow doesn't break his oath, the curse will naturally not be activated, and there won't be any major problems."

Yun Shou was clearly surprised that even the fat elder said this, and his expression changed momentarily. With his status and experience, he certainly knew something about the Black Flame Curse. Although what the fat elder said wasn't entirely wrong, this kind of mysterious curse originating from the deep barbarian tribes of the Southern Frontier Continent

was definitely not that simple.

Just as he was pondering whether to simply let Black Wolf leave, he suddenly heard Black Wolf's voice behind him, saying, "Master, this disciple is willing."

At this, the fireside fell silent, all eyes turning to the young man in black.

Even the fire shaman, his weathered and wise eyes fixed on Black Wolf's face.

Yun Shou frowned, saying, "The risks involved..." Black Wolf knelt on the ground, his posture straight as a javelin, his face expressionless, saying, "Everything is for Master's sake; my own minor dangers are nothing to worry about."

Yun Shou gazed deeply at his young face, remaining silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, and said, "Good!

You truly are my good disciple; I did not misjudge you."

Black Wolf lowered his head, remaining silent.

Yun Shou sat back down in his seat and said in a deep voice, "You may go."

Black Wolf agreed, then rose and walked around the campfire to the Fire Shaman. He knelt quietly beside the old barbarian, just as before.

The Fire Shaman's aged eyes swept over the young human man. Even someone of his age and status seemed to show a hint of admiration in his eyes, but clearly, this admiration had no effect on his will or decision.

Under the watchful eyes of the other three elders of the Three Realms Divine Cult, a brief but eerie ritual quickly unfolded—the Fire Shaman first placed his hand directly into the burning campfire. After a moment's pause, he withdrew his hand, and a burning flame appeared in his palm.

His hand seemed unaffected by the flames, and then everyone heard him softly chant an ancient and divine incantation.