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The bamboo pole looked down, not daring to meet Mo Xiaofei’s gaze, crying, “The young women in the village, once they turn fourteen, are all cursed…

Without the masculine Essence Qi, they cannot survive more than a month.

The village… many women have already fallen to untimely deaths.”

Mo Xiaofei was taken aback.

Putting aside the question of where this curse came from, there seemed to be a flaw in the logic of the bamboo pole’s explanation, so he frowned and said, “You say many girls have already died?

It doesn’t seem right… if having intercourse once is enough to sustain a month, shouldn’t marriage solve this issue quite well?”

To Mo Xiaofei, such a curse would at most lead the people of Zaodao Village to marry earlier… which was common in ancient times anyway. “If only it were that simple,” the bamboo pole lamented, “But the terrifying part of this curse is that the same essence can only sustain one woman for a month.

By the next month, another different being’s essence is needed.” “This, this…” Mo Xiaofei’s eyes widened immediately.

They have to engage with different men each month to survive?

What kind of cursed promise is this… wives must embrace other men, is it some cuckold curse—a monthly village ritual swap, a grotesque roleplay?? “And you, bamboo pole…” Mo Xiaofei looked at the bamboo pole awkwardly, “How old… are you this year?” “Just turned fourteen…” The bamboo pole looked at Mo Xiaofei with soft eyes, her pale face suddenly flushing a bit, “Lord Kojiro, I, bamboo pole, am still a maiden.”

Her voice became so faint it was almost inaudible.

Mo Xiaofei swallowed, the air suddenly quieted around him.

At last, he took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, although I won’t stand by and do nothing… this is truly beyond what I can help with.

Moreover, why approach someone like me, an outsider to the village?”

The bamboo pole gritted her teeth and had no choice but to say, “Lord Kojiro, we cannot leave Zaodao Village.

If we do, we die immediately…

Therefore, even if the women outside the village want to search for men to unite with, it’s impossible.

Hence, outside men are particularly crucial for us…

Lord Kojiro, please save the bamboo pole and the other women in the village.

Many of them are nearing their limits, unable to find new masculine Essence Qi… if you are willing, we could at least survive another month…”

Mo Xiaofei got up, pacing back and forth in the room, shaking his head, “This is too abnormal…

Don’t you have a Shrine and Lady Miko?

Why isn’t the priestess helping you?” “Lady Miko suffers from the curse too,” the bamboo pole said miserably, “The previous Lady Miko died because she couldn’t find a suitable man within the time limit, and the current Lady Miko still has half a year before turning fourteen… but she’s just… still so young.”

Probably out of respect for the priestess, they only attributed her inability to age, despite knowing she couldn’t handle it.

Wait a minute, according to the story, shouldn’t Zaodao Village’s Lady Miko, with strong Mana, eventually purify Pen Immortal with the help of the heroine?

Although Mo Xiaofei wasn’t sure of the detailed plot, the trajectory should be like that!

But now…

Wait a minute…

Mo Xiaofei suddenly remembered the goddess waiting outside, and his heart stirred.

The priestess couldn’t handle the curse, but if a goddess intervened, she should have no problem.

Witnessing would shatter Mo Xiaofei’s faith, so he promptly said, “Bamboo pole, I understand your situation.

I will think of a way to solve it.

But you must tell me, what is the origin of this curse!” “Lord Kojiro?” The bamboo pole looked up in surprise.

Mo Xiaofei had to say, “If there’s a monster causing chaos, I at least have some skills to deal with it!”

The bamboo pole exclaimed in delight, “Lord Kojiro, are you a monster-handler Samurai?!” “Something like that,” Mo Xiaofei nodded reluctantly.

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside, and the outside glowed with fire, voices rising and falling.

The door to the room opened hurriedly, revealing Xizhilang, the bamboo pole’s father.

Xizhilang’s eyes moved between the bamboo pole and Mo Xiaofei, and seeing they were both fully dressed, his face showed disappointment before he said, “Lord Kojiro, Lord Nagato is waiting outside, please meet with him.”

Mo Xiaofei frowned and asked abruptly, “Did you tip them off?

Intend to catch me and keep me here?”

His voice was stern, carrying a hint of anger, and in this body there was an inherent extraordinary demeanor.