Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 76 - 75: Daoist Divine Techniques, All Things as Talisman
Wuqilu, is precisely Qiu Zhengdao.
Qiu Zhengdao, is precisely Wuqilu.
"Seek the right path without deviations, only because one is on the immortal journey!!"
Under the faint moonlight, in the hazy midnight, a gentle sound resonated, disrupting Jiang Hu’s heartstrings.
"Jiang Hu, long time no see!"
Wuqilu grinned slightly, as if reuniting with an old friend, revealing long-lost joy, followed by an invisible force suddenly rising, violently sending Jiang Hu flying away.
Puch...
Jiang Hu landed heavily, a mouthful of fresh blood surged out wildly.
The minutiae of that night descended again, like a nightmare!!!
"What’s happening?"
Facing this sudden change, Qi Ji’s face changed dramatically, and he asked in shock.
"Don’t go over... He is... that madman from back then..." Jiang Hu said through gritted teeth.
"You impersonated a Maoshan elder, disturbed my Dao Heart, led me to slaughter..."
"It’s not impersonation."
Wuqilu shook his head, the smile on his face growing colder: "We are originally from the same sect."
"You’re from Maoshan..." Qi Ji exclaimed.
However, before finishing his sentence, he abruptly fell silent.
"Why not continue?" Wuqilu coldly smiled at Jiang Hu: "What kind of look is that?"
"What? Didn’t those Daoists from Maoshan tell you?"
"People, always confused by incomplete so-called truths... This is the sorrow of man..."
"The Technique of Refining People... Wasn’t it taught in the mountain?"
Wuqilu looked mockingly at Jiang Hu, then at Qi Ji, completely disregarding their astonished expressions.
"Have you watched a certain movie?" Wuqilu suddenly changed the topic.
"There’s a line in it that’s particularly good: living a lifetime, some live for the face, and won’t let it get a speck of dust, some live for what’s inside..."
"The inside is quite dirty indeed."
With these words, Wuqilu laughed, laughter so wanton and wild, concealing ridicule in its sharpness.
"A thousand years of heritage wouldn’t have reached today relying on mere brilliance and uprightness..."
"Kids, don’t be too naive, a world of pure black and white exists only in books."
As he spoke, Wuqilu looked at Jiang Hu: "Just like you... killing those living people, even if unknowingly, yet having blood on your hands, by their standards, you should die..."
"If you were killed, do you think it’s fair, or do you feel this damn world should change?"
With these words, a hint of excitement appeared on Wuqi’s face.
"The evil of the Wuwei Sect..." Qi Ji said through gritted teeth.
Previously, he had only heard occasional mentions from elders in the sect that this lineage showed signs of revival, but unexpectedly encountered it here today.
"Evil?" Wuqilu coldly replied.
"People consume grains, converting into skeletons, buried into soil to nourish plants. Grass and trees born in autumn, into deer and roe, devoured by tigers and leopards coming into the belly..."
"People, merely a part of the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, life and death, unrelated to good or evil..."
"The Heavenly Dao is obscure, never divided into good and evil, or right and wrong..."
"What is termed right and wrong are but strong assertions of Saints as rules..."
"Thus, even the Tao Te Ching says, Saints do not die, great thefts do not cease... They have stolen the discourse power of the Heavenly Dao..."
At this point, Wuqilu’s gaze slowly withdrew from Qi Ji’s body: "Kid, if you cannot discern even this little reason, what cultivation are you practicing, what Dao are you refining?"
His words concluded, Wuqilu’s gaze shifted.
"Jiang Hu, you are, till now, the most perfect talisman I have refined... Unfortunately, still not perfect enough..."
Speaking, Wuqilu stepped towards Jiang Hu.
"You should die..." Jiang Hu gritted his teeth, mobilizing the dwindling True Yang within his body.
At this moment, Qi Ji also felt as if facing a great enemy, yet his body could not quite support him.
"Stand there."
At this moment, Shen Qingli stepped in front of Jiang Hu, looking vigilantly at Wuqilu.
"Mr. Qiu, I never thought you could hide so deeply."
"These years, I have provided many Primordial Spirits to the Shen Family... What a pity... You are too useless, success just a breath away, wasted my high regard for you." Wuqilu shook his head.
"You have been behind the scenes all along, fueling the flames." Shen Qingli frowned slightly.
"Not fueling the flames, just going with the flow." Wuqilu lightly chuckled.
"But you... Shen Family is done for, and you still help outsiders?"
Wuqilu stared mockingly at Shen Qingli, unable to hold back a click of his tongue: "People, what a contradiction..."
"Your arms are wasted, yet you dare show off here?"
A glimmer of cold light flickered in Shen Qingli’s eyes, already a talisman ignited between her slender fingers...
"Wind Grasp Talisman!"
As the talisman just burned out, a fierce wind surged up around as if gripped by a giant hand, like a heavy hammer, violently pounding towards Wuqilu.
"One Talisman, Break the Wind!"
Wuqilu stood motionless, a leaf drifting down, landing in front of him.
As soon as the voice fell, a rune emerged out of nowhere within the leaf, and in an instant, brilliant light shot up to the sky, forcibly transforming into a barrier, blocking the howling wind.
The terrifying aftershock shattered the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust.
"This... that... that is..."
Under the solitary moon in the sky, a dead silence reigned.
Jiang Hu, Qi Ji, and Shen Qingli all stared with wide eyes, dumbfounded, at the figure emerging from the dust, their trembling faces filled with shock.
They were cultivators who had studied the Talisman Dao since childhood, naturally aware of what that scene, that skill, that move meant.
"Daoist Divine Techniques, All Things as Talisman!"
Qi Ji gritted his teeth, forcing each word through clenched teeth, his eyes gradually filling with awe.
Daoist Divine Techniques, All Things as Talisman, once awakened, require no reliance on any tools; with a thought, talismans can be imprinted onto all things in the world.
All of this will be his talisman.
"It truly is All Things as Talisman..."
Jiang Hu had never dreamed that the Daoist Divine Techniques, considered the highest skill by Talisman Masters, would appear in the Wuwei Sect, in a disabled person without hands.
This is simply incredible.
"Ma Wuzhi, yet can draw the way of countless talismans," Wuqilu grinned.
"Back then, when I faced tribulations and left Maoshan, instead, I awakened this divine technique..."
"Indeed, the matters of the world are interesting," Wuqilu walked over slowly, as elegant as a gentleman.
Sigh...
Shen Qingli immediately became alert, stepped forward, and was about to strike.
"One talisman, sword kill!" Wuqilu said indifferently.
A falling leaf floated before him, and as his words fell, the rune flashed, and in an instant, that withered leaf surged and transformed into a black sword light, swiftly piercing through Shen Qingli’s chest.
Shen Qingli’s delicate body trembled violently, without even a chance to react, his vitality dispersed, and he fell down hard and firm.
"Qingli!"
"Qingli!"
Jiang Hu and Qi Ji cried out almost simultaneously, the former’s eyes split with anger, the flowing True Yang at his fingertips drawing golden radiance.
"If thoughts arise from life and death, one will surely encounter demon tribulation and fall into oblivion," Wuqilu looked at Jiang Hu’s actions and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Your cultivation isn’t well-grounded yet."
At this point, Wuqilu slightly turned aside, looking into the corner shadow.
"Little rascal, you’re quite insidious, hiding in the dark, trying to find my flaw?"
As the voice fell, Zhang Fan emerged from the corner shadow, his face looking extremely grim.
He hadn’t expected that the seemingly harmless guest of the Shen Family was actually the most dangerous presence.
"I heard the Pig King mention you, and seeing you today, truly special..."
"Wang Tao!?" Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, the image of Wang Tiantian... no, Hai Pig King Tao flashed in his mind.
"I feel like... we’ve met somewhere before."
Wuqilu shook his head.
As the voice fell, he disappeared from everyone’s sight.
Zhang Fan’s expression changed slightly, becoming alert, instinctively stepping back, the cold and clear voice rang by his ear.
"Experts have no flaws!"
As the voice fell, Wuqilu’s figure pressed forward like a mountain.
"Chu Zhenren!"
At this moment, Zhang Fan looked behind Wuqilu, revealing surprise.
Wuqilu’s heart sank with a thud, he turned sharply to look, and saw nothing but emptiness behind him, not even a ghost shadow!
As for Zhang Fan, he had long since escaped!
"Didn’t you say you had no flaws?" Zhang Fan shouted as he fled, his mouth not idle.
"Little rascal..."
Wuqilu’s face darkened slightly, the corner of his lips lightly parted, issuing four words.
"Three talismans, imprison the land!!"
Buzz...
Three fallen leaves instantly imprinted with runes, shooting toward Zhang Fan, Jiang Hu, and Qi Ji, in an instant, those three leaves transformed into chain-like gas and smoke, trapping the three.
"This Dao Talisman can lock the body and imprison the Primordial Spirit..."
Wuqilu’s power was overwhelming, crushing them, the three young people had exhausted their strength from the magical combat, even in their prime, they couldn’t contend with him.
"You’re still too inexperienced, let’s go with me." Wuqilu coldly smiled at Zhang Fan.
"I imagine the Pig King wants to see you very much."
As he spoke, Wuqilu stuck out his tongue, as if eagerly wanting to taste his prey.
Rumble...
At this moment, the weather in the mountain changed abruptly, dark clouds gathered, obscuring the bright moon, a rumbling sound echoed from the sky.
"The weather changed!?" Wuqilu instinctively looked up, the changeable weather in the mountains did not concern him.
However, in the sky, the sound of Thunder Shock grew louder and louder, as if the heavens were enraged, irresistible.
Rumble...
At this moment, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, slashing toward Wuqilu.
