Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 141 - 105: Zhang Lingzong! Lord of the Stars, Dou Mansion Venerable King (Part 2)
"Rise!"
Jin Mao Day spoke in a low voice, and seven brilliant lamps burst into blazing flame.
"Beidou Seven Stars, Middle Heaven Great God."
"Upper Court Golden Palace, Descend to Kunlun."
"Regulating the Rules, Commanding the Universe."
"Da Kui Tan Lang, Jiumen Luchun."
...
Jin Mao Day chanted the Beidou Divine Curse, stepped on the Celestial Spirit, formed the Star Pointing Seal with his hands; the flames of the seven lamps grew ever brighter.
In the haze, his Primordial Spirit became as a great sun, slowly rising, radiating brilliance, and torrents of True Yang surged into the Divine Evil Fighting Robe.
"Rooster..." Wang Tao fell silent.
On the Rooster Day of Metal Mao, Jin Mao Day truly lives up to his reputation as a master of Star Fighting Skill. He has mastered the Worshiping Star Sect’s Beidou Refining God in a short span of time—now, coupled with the Divine Evil Fighting Robe, he can shift stars and alter constellations, and unveil the Celestial Secret.
Buzz...
Sure enough, starlight shimmered across the surface of the Divine Evil Fighting Robe, and even Wen He gazed up at the sky,—in her eyes, the entire heavens teemed with stars.
Under the radiance of the Divine Evil Fighting Robe, the seven bright lamps blazed ever fiercer; in the haze, they seemed to become seven great stars, mapping the Beidou above...
The Beidou is lord of all the stars; once set in motion, the stars in the sky must follow its transformation.
Buzz...
In that instant, in Jin Mao Day’s eyes, myriad stars began to shift and change, turning to their destined positions according to some mysterious law...
Astrological signs soared and transformed, all energies moved, in the blink of an eye, past and future intertwined.
Immediately, the stars in the sky surged and flickered like countless data points in Jin Mao Day’s mind...
Each point of data bore the fate and fortune, rise and decline, auspiciousness and doom, life and death of all living things.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Scarlet blood seeped from Wen He’s body; bearing the Divine Evil Fighting Robe, at this moment she endured pain beyond imagining—the living skin grew more vivid, every inch squirmed and wriggled, and the dancing starlight was like surging blood, as if this vibrant life would be assimilated.
"You’ve gone too far!"
Suddenly, a frigid voice cracked the air; next, a fierce Celestial Gang wind arose, sharp as a blade, slicing horizontally toward Jin Mao Day.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Row upon row of tombstones shattered and collapsed, and the swirling dust was swept away by that fierce wind.
"Xunfeng Corpse Dissolving Technique!?"
Wang Tao arched his brow, moved horizontally to shield Jin Mao Day, and thrust out both hands—his palms, where mouths writhed, now slowly opened. Facing the sword-like wind, two mouths gaped, and then suddenly bit; a sharp "crunch" rang out, as if weapons had shattered.
Moments later, that ferocious wind shattered utterly, accompanied by chilling, grating sounds of chewing.
"Bai Buran, we meet again."
Wang Tao spoke softly, a flirtatious smile blossoming on his exquisitely beautiful, almost feminine face.
His hands writhed, the eerie chewing sounds growing more strange and sinister.
"Hai Pig!"
Bai Buran furrowed his brow, glancing at the still-grieving Wen He.
"Tonight, you really shouldn’t have come," Wang Tao replied, voice deep and magnetic as a man’s.
"It’s been far too long since I killed someone."
Bai Buran said nothing more; he sealed with both hands, and the Celestial Gang wind surged, gathering in his palms and solidifying into a sword shape exactly three chi and nine cun long. Shimmering symbols flashed out: Chou, Yi, Ding, etc—within, two marks of sun and moon appeared, and without, forms of the sun and moon.
"The Xunfeng Corpse Dissolving Technique of Zhenwu Mountain."
Just then, a chilly voice echoed from behind Bai Buran.
Xunfeng Corpse Dissolving Technique—a Daoist Great Skill rivaling the Five Thunders Righteous Method. Legend holds, this technique forges wind into sword, enabling one to dissolve the body; if flesh is split, the Primordial Spirit will depart.
This technique is a seldom-passed Daoist secret, supreme among corpses dissolving arts.
"You are..."
Bai Buran turned; in the corner a tall, thin man approached, his shoulders utterly bare—he had no arms.
"Wuma Wuqilu!" The newcomer grinned widely.
"Wuma, Rooster, Hai Pig..." Bai Buran’s face became increasingly grave; he had not expected that tonight, three of the Thirteen Zodiacs would be gathered here.
"Bai Buran, it seems you’ll not make it home alive tonight." Wang Tao’s lips curled in a tempting smile.
"Biting Teeth, Spitting Wind!"
Before the words faded, Wang Tao’s form drifted in like a ghostly wind, swirling toward Bai Buran. At the same time, his red lips parted: a jet of Celestial Gang wind shot forth, sharp as crossing blades, identical to Bai Buran’s earlier Wind Technique.
Buzz...
Bai Buran’s wind sword slashed through the air—a powerful explosion resounded, brilliant sparks scattered everywhere, and the evil wind dispersed in all directions. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"One Talisman, Sword Kill!"
Suddenly, a languid voice called from behind; Bai Buran’s face changed, and he glimpsed, out the corner of his eye, a falling leaf drifting before Wuqilu, rune-light flashing—within a breath, it transformed into a sword beam, shooting straight at him.
"Daoist Divine Techniques, All Things as Talisman!"
Bai Buran’s heart skipped—a wind sword tore upwards, crossing behind his back to block.
BANG—
With a thunderous crash, the wind sword was shattered, and the talisman sword perished with it—the roaring wind hurled Bai Buran clear away.
"It’s over!"
Almost simultaneously, Wang Tao’s voice rang out behind Bai Buran; his slender, pale hand had already gripped Bai Buran’s shoulder. His speed was so swift he seemed to meld with the wind. At this moment, his mouth opened wide, as if savoring a delicacy, and lunged for Bai Buran’s neck.
RUMBLE—
Just then, a heavy roar thundered forth, as dazzling lightning rent the night, crashing straight into Wang Tao.
"Five Thunders Righteous Method!?"
Wang Tao’s face darkened; both hands thrust out, and the mouths in his palms spat out gusts of Celestial Gang wind—like a jet engine, he was carried airborne, evading the surging, forceful lightning bolt.
