The Divine Medical Heir

The Curse

Logan, on the other hand, also couldn't care less. He had a whole lot of other things he had to do. There was no way he would care about someone, especially since the other party didn't seem to believe him. Also, there was no need to fume over it.

Pushing all of these to the back of his mind, Logan stopped a cab and headed back home.

In no time, hours passed, and soon, the sun set. Darkness crept in like the thief it was, stealing away the remaining rays of light and plunging everything into darkness.

Logan, on the other hand, stretched his body as he walked out of the house.

After getting back today, he searched his memories and chose a formidable cultivation technique to practice.

Without it, he wouldn't be able to use other talismans, and even using low-level talismans would become difficult over time.

There were other benefits to cultivation. It was not just for activating or drawing talismans.

In fact, if one cultivated just to be able to draw talismans, they would be undermining cultivation.

It was a path of absolute strength and also one which immortals walked.

Logan knew that for this to exist, he was not the only practitioner. But that didn't matter.

He would claw his way to the top soon. Also, there was a problem: the Qi on Earth was thin, and he could barely do anything.

There were a whole lot of things he needed to do. Also, though he had been cultivating since he came back, he had only managed to gather a bit of Qi into his Dantian and was unable to properly even break into the lowest of the cultivation realms.

The Qi would disperse within days if he didn't use it. And if it continued like this, it would take at least three years just to step into the Qi Foundation Realm.

In short, Logan was talentless when it came to cultivation. He had checked his physique; it was so trashy that even someone with an ordinary physique for cultivation would feel like a genius.

But well, Logan wasn't too worried. He knew how to refine his physique and turn it into a heaven-defying one.

But even if he knew, where would he get the materials? Even the ones needed to elevate his physique to an ordinary one cost millions.

He was a broke loser; how was he going to be able to afford it?

Shaking his head, Logan sighed and stepped out of his house. There was no need to think about it.

First, he would get some food with the last remaining money on him, and then he would think about what next to do.

With that, he turned, preparing to head to his favorite stall, when all of a sudden, about two cars pulled up before him.

Before Logan could say anything, about five men alighted from the cars, dragged him inside, and drove off immediately.

A few minutes later, the cars pulled up before a magnificent villa.

"Sir, we've brought him," one of the men spoke, pulling Logan out of the car and bringing him before a figure pacing around the gate.

The moment Bruce heard this, his eyes lit up, and he quickly rushed to meet Logan.

At this moment, the old man's clothes were disheveled, and his hair was in a mess. Blood and other dirt were all around his body.

For a moment, Logan could almost not recognize him as the head of the Palmer family.

"Saviour, please help me," Bruce immediately plopped down to his feet, his voice a bit broken; regrets could be felt in his tone.

Logan narrowed his brows slightly. From the way the old man looked, he was sure that the old man had gone through a lot within the past few hours.

Even the bracelet in his hands had been removed, but it was nearly too late.

Most of the evil energy had already settled into the old man's body. What's more, the entire villa was swirling with it.

If they were to pack out, though they could reduce the effect, whichever family moved here would die within a week.

Well, despite all of that, he wouldn't just help the old man like that. After all, he had warned him. It was his fault for not listening.

"I understand you were desperate, but then was that why you had your guards abduct me?" Logan answered, raising his head, staring at the old man.

Hearing this, Bruce froze and slowly turned to the guards. At the same time, he wished he had listened to Logan and done as he had said. But he was too stubborn and didn't listen.

The moment they got home, strange things started happening. First, his daughter scalded her hands.

At first, he did not think too much of it. But moments later, she tripped and fell in the kitchen, causing the whole pot of hot food already prepared to pour on her body, scalding her badly.

He called for the ambulance, but they claimed it had broken down. His family doctor was suddenly out of town.

The taxis all broke down when he tried, as did the cars at home. But that was not all.

Minutes later, his grandson choked heavily on his food and started coughing up blood out of nowhere.

Not long after, he also slipped and hit the stairs. If not for his willpower, he would have passed out.

Trying to run around, he had fallen into the pool and was barely rescued by the guards.

Not long after, his grandson was somehow electrocuted. But he didn't die and just fainted.

With all of these, Bruce sent the guards out to get new cars and then invite Logan.

But who would have thought that rather than a proper invite, they had abducted and brought him over instead?

"I...."

"I'll let it go this once," Logan waved his hand, interrupting Bruce.

Currently, he was more interested in what was happening and what made the old man come looking for him.

"Tell me what happened instead," Logan continued, his voice turning serious.