noffsinger Chapter 23 Taixuan Magical Power
Chapter 23 Taixuan Magical Power
Deep in the dense forest, two figures chased and fled.
The Green Goat Spirit, with its two-zhang-tall demonic body, charged wildly.
Its four hooves pounded the demonic wind, each step shaking the ground, and its cross-shaped pupils were fixed on the swaying gray-robed figure in front of it.
Wherever it went, ancient trees broke and rocks flew.
"Run? Do you think you can escape?!"
It roared and spat out a beam of green light, aiming straight for the old Taoist's back.
Zhong Xuan didn't turn his head, but shifted his body to the side.
A streak of blue light grazed past my shoulder and struck a reclining ox-shaped rock by the roadside.
The boulder shattered, sending debris flying and crackling against the surrounding tree trunks.
He grasped the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique with his right hand and controlled the sword with his divine sense.
Eight sword lights darted behind him like swimming fish, occasionally adding a bloody gash to the Green Sheep Demon's body.
But the demon paid no heed.
As soon as the wound reopened, granulation tissue grew rapidly at a visible speed, and it healed in the blink of an eye.
"Old Mountain God! If this is all you've got, then leave your life behind today!"
The Green Goat Demon grinned maliciously, its speed suddenly increasing, closing the distance to less than ten feet.
It was actually extremely anxious, wishing it could swallow the mountain god whole.
Having been decapitated and regenerated four times, it was still unharmed by the head-regeneration technique, but the pain from the shock to its soul was gradually building up, and it just wanted to end it all as soon as possible!
Zhong Xuan had already consumed a third of his physical power, but his mind was as clear as a mirror.
He had previously attempted to develop a magical technique during battle to break the deadlock.
This is because, apart from the authority of the mountain god and sword techniques, he has hardly ever come into contact with any other magic.
Even the cultivation techniques are derived from the original methods of ancient Qi cultivators.
He had previously beheaded four of his opponents, but had been unable to completely eradicate the disease, which instead gave him a glimpse of an opportunity:
The core of this head-renewing technique lies in "continuous flow of Qi".
If one could master a technique to observe the flow of qi, one could strike at the vital point and sever the life force!
Now that the battle has begun, this self-created magical ability will truly be forged and refined in the battlefield.
As the two sides fought fiercely, the surrounding天地 (heaven and earth) became increasingly turbulent.
In the clear stillness of his mind, Zhong Xuan's divine will emanated in all directions, like a gentle spring breeze and fine rain.
And setting aside those external details, the trees are sketched as a freehand green column of smoke in the reflection of the heart's lake, the stones are sketched as a dot of dark gray ink, and behind them is a cloud of blue sheep-shaped smoke.
Both of them possessed intense auras, and their cultivation levels were around the Human Immortal realm.
The aura of the Green Sheep Spirit was like smoke from a wolf's beak, thick and heavy, yet powerful and heavy.
The mountain god's incarnation possesses a vibrant and lively essence, a pure innate human immortal body.
Although the Green Sheep Spirit's magical power was slightly weaker, it made up for its disadvantage by using its ability to regenerate heads and its powerful demonic body, thus enabling it to fight to a standstill.
"cut!"
Zhong Xuan silently exclaimed in his heart, then suddenly turned his head.
The blue sheep spirit behind him was terrified, for it saw eight sword lights merge again and swiftly sever the head.
Where can we hide?
With divine thought guiding the sword, the sword's light falls as soon as the intention is directed!
With a whoosh, a huge sheep's head flew off, spraying hot blood three feet high.
The Green Sheep Spirit's body suddenly stiffened as it charged forward, and it fell forward.
Before Zhong Xuan could even breathe a sigh of relief,
The flying ram's head spun in mid-air and roared:
"Hey, head!"
After letting out a shout, the Green Sheep Spirit endured the pain of being beheaded, concentrated his mind again, and then let his mind wander.
The head and body are mysteriously connected, and cannot be severed.
Therefore, although it appears to be a severed head, in reality, the essence, energy, and spirit are completely separated.
Thus, after the head is pulled back, it naturally fits back together.
The Green Sheep Demon grinned with satisfaction, then once again activated the innate energy surging deep within its body.
Even a single strand of flesh stimulated the granulation tissue and blood vessels at the severed point to grow and intertwine wildly, healing in the blink of an eye.
……
But just a moment ago...
The old mountain god ahead finally revealed a look of understanding and joy.
We've got it!
He had just released his divine will in all directions, manipulating it with a clear and serene mind, evenly distributing it throughout the surroundings.
The round, golden elixir-like lumps illuminated the surrounding area.
All kinds of energy are activated by touch, reflecting in the inner landscape of the heart—capturing change.
Therefore, he was able to grasp the true meaning of the technique of continuing the head and discovered that among the two streams of energy chasing each other on the lake of the heart, the latter, a blue sheep-shaped plume of smoke, suddenly broke off at the front.
It was the moment he was beheaded.
But how did the Green Sheep Spirit's aura change at this moment? It hadn't been severed at all!
To the naked eye, it was clearly a broken head.
However, in the observation of Qi, only the area around the neck appears to be stretched and thinned.
The anger has not been extinguished, and the vital energy is still connected, so how can it be that the head has truly been severed?
This is precisely the ingenuity of the head-regeneration technique, a special method of life-giving circulation.
The moment the Green Sheep Demon's head was severed, its vital energy and spirit were not interrupted; it was still able to maintain a connection through that ball of green light.
As long as the connection remains intact and the mind and magical power allow, the head-regeneration technique can be performed indefinitely.
Zhong Xuan was impressed by the ingenuity of the technique and understood its mechanism.
……
"what?"
The Green Sheep Spirit suddenly slowed down, sensing something was wrong.
Why has that mountain god/Taoist priest stopped walking? Could it be a trap?
Looking around, it saw only a pair of gentle, mirror-like eyes illuminating the distance of a hundred meters.
It landed on its neck, suddenly making it feel chilly!
"What! Are you surrendering?" The Green Sheep Spirit shook his head, grinning menacingly as he stepped forward.
It possesses no powerful magical treasures, only a strong and robust demonic body and abundant vital energy.
Coupled with the ability to prolong life and achieve immortality, he can always wear down his enemies, even if he can't win a fight.
Or perhaps you'll escape with your life!
Seeing that the other party was not running away, he was not afraid to use trickery and boldly approached step by step.
"Why are you running? Just keep hacking! It'll be the same no matter how many times you hack!"
The Green Sheep Spirit laughed loudly as it chased after them, deliberately stretching its neck out as if to provoke them into being hacked down.
Zhong Xuan ignored its arrogance and focused on sensing.
He took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming, and once again unleashed a surge of magical power.
The sword light of the eight Righteous Ones' Demon-Slaying Swords merged and merged into one, suddenly resembling a reversed Milky Way—
One more strike with the sword!
The Green Sheep Spirit neither dodged nor flinched; in fact, it deliberately stretched its neck, as if to say, "Cut it down right here!"
With a whoosh, another large head fell to the ground, splattering blood.
This time, however, something unexpected happened.
As the sword slashed towards the neck, the sword light suddenly intensified. The scene reflected in the aura was a burst of majestic aura emanating from the sword's body through magical power. Although the burst of growth was unsustainable, it was enough to disrupt the moment when the head and body were separated!
"Head—come—oh!"
The Green Sheep Spirit's call seemed to slow down the entire world by three beats; even the way he spoke slowed down!
For the first time, an unconcealable terror appeared in its eyes. At the same time, it saw a faint smile on the old Taoist's face. Then, its anger surged and its demonic ferocity erupted!
A surge of powerful magical energy suddenly erupted from the severed neck, its essence being the Azure Wood Spirit. Simultaneously, magical energy also surged from the Baihui acupoint on the head, combined with the abundant magical energy of the surrounding mountain forest environment—
The severed head and body were actually drawn together by the burst of wood energy, breaking through the blockade of the evil-slaying sword energy and reconnecting!
*Snap!* The severed head was reattached for the sixth time.
The ram's head was reattached, and in those yellow, cross-shaped pupils, a burst of wild joy erupted after the initial shock.
"Hahahaha!" The Green Sheep Spirit laughed wildly. Seeing the faint smile on the other's face gradually disappear, he suddenly felt that the talismans and magical artifacts Zhang Chengming had given him were useless. A sly smile appeared on his own lips. "What? Even if you are a genius and have cracked half of the secret of the head-regeneration technique, how can you compare to the combined power of this world and me, overwhelming others with sheer force!"
To my surprise, the other party nodded.
Zhong Xuan thought to himself, "As expected." Although he had deciphered the principle behind the opponent's supernatural power, he couldn't reverse the opponent's advantage in magical power attribute, which stemmed from their Qingyang origin and affinity with wood energy. So, what should he do?
He wasn't upset; instead, he smiled slightly.
When wood flourishes, wind arises; when wind is strong, fire burns fiercely... The secret text of the sect spoken by the Rakshasa woman, which expounds the fundamental principles and secrets of the three elements of wood, wind, and fire, is now shining like a gem, constantly emerging in my heart, helping me understand how to ignite the fire of my heart to fuel the wood element.
He suddenly spoke.
"Now I ask you, what is your relationship with the Qingyang Temple outside Jisa?"
"Oh? It seems you don't know—die! Stop him!"
The Green Sheep Spirit feigned surprise, and was genuinely surprised, but inwardly he was cunning!
As it spoke, it suddenly opened its mouth and shouted.
A series of loud noises erupted from the vicinity behind the mountain god, who was only a few dozen meters away!
There were wolves, tigers, and birds of prey, dozens of them in total, all of them had gone mad, blocking all paths in all directions. And ahead of them was this green sheep spirit, which suddenly mustered all its magical power and pounced.
This monster had been gathering its strength all along! It had even secretly summoned wild beasts to ambush the surrounding area!
Earthly Fiend Techniques - Beast Gathering Technique! Summon wild beasts and command animals!
In an instant, the mountain god and the old Taoist priest had nowhere to escape.
But just a moment before he pounced.
The Green Sheep Spirit couldn't help but feel a deep sense of doubt. Even after its huge head landed on the ground again, lying down and looking at the other person's figure at eye level, it was still puzzled.
Why couldn't I move just now?
But it was just a moment before.
With a flash of sword light, Qingyang was beheaded seven times.
The beasts trembled, their bodies unable to move.
The next second, the Green Sheep Spirit watched as the old Taoist priest, who had been making a hand seal with his right hand, slowly took out his left hand from behind his back, revealing a small seal that was a clear, earthy yellow color mixed with a bluish-green light.
It then revealed a look of sudden realization—"Oh, I see!"
It's the Mountain God's Seal!
Manipulate the mountains and rivers! Summon all kinds of creatures and wild animals in the mountains! Control the affairs of the spirits!
However, it has always forgotten about the authority of the mountain god!
Strangely enough, throughout the fight, it had never sensed the other party displaying even the slightest bit of the mountain god's abilities, and had only gradually come to regard it as an old Taoist priest who was proficient in slaying evil and controlling swords in a magical duel!
But I won't die!
The ram roared inwardly, its cruel eyes still gleaming with smugness.
It was about to unleash its magic again, stirring up the wood energy to regenerate its head—but suddenly it discovered that the wood energy seemed to be stirred up even more intensely! A strange power, which it felt was getting out of control, was invading it.
Why is my inner fire burning so fiercely? This won't do!
Something's not right! There was something dirty mixed in with the sword light just now!
The smug look on the Qingyang spirit's face quickly turned into fear. He tried to suppress the out-of-control fire in his heart that had been ignited by the surging wood energy, but how could he stop it?
The sword light that had just decapitated seven times contained a spark of the opponent's inner fire!
It was Zhong Xuan who cleverly devised a series of schemes.
First, use that sword light containing a spark of inner fire to ignite the fiery energy within Qingyang's palace.
Then, he used the fire energy in his heart palace to burn the wood energy in his liver and even the wood-related magical power throughout his body.
The Green Sheep Spirit tried to quickly suppress the leakage of its Heart Palace Fire, but the sword energy swirled and pierced the cave entrance, continuously drawing out its own Heart Fire to burn its own more powerful Wood Qi. With the two transforming, it was unbearably hot all over in an instant, and the fire was so strong that it was about to overwhelm the Wood Qi.
It's so painful—no! I still have the power of the Three Flowers to suppress it!
By suppressing it for a short time, the three elements of metal, earth, and water can be drawn in, breaking the imbalance of wood and fire!
Just as the Green Sheep Spirit was about to do so, she discovered that the Three Flowers Magic Power was not responding at all.
It wasn't until its enormous eyes gradually lost their vitality and froze that a hint of comicality appeared.
So... it turns out that I was beheaded, and the Three Flowers could no longer connect with the Five Elements?
The atmosphere in the forest seemed to freeze; the wind was blowing gently, creating a static little world.
Zhong Xuan's breathing tightened slightly as he stared at the enormous corpse in front of him, without making a sound.
What if it comes back to life?
He waited a moment and carefully used his divine sense and magical power to sense it from afar.
The intense aura of this green sheep spirit lost its core, and after burning fiercely in wisps, it dispersed like smoke, returning to the world.
Even as the fire in his heart gradually burned away the wood energy, the corpse began to emit the aroma of roasted meat.
Zhong Xuan's expression was strange; he knew there was no need to wait any longer—if he waited any longer, they would be fully cooked.
He immediately manipulated the Mountain God Seal to draw upon the earth's energy, which was then poured into the sheep demon's corpse to suppress it.
About ten breaths later.
Zhong Xuancai gladly went up, approached the flying sword, and began searching the body.
Before long, everything was sorted out.
A pair of curved maces resembling ram's horns, and a scroll containing a technique called Earthly Fiend.
A token with the three characters "Qingyang Temple" inscribed on it, along with several talismans and a magical artifact.
His expression turned serious as he instantly recalled the booklet and the magic sword he had previously acquired.
The lineages of various schools of thought all have clear threads, and understanding one often leads to understanding all others.
These talismans and ritual implements bear obvious traces of the Zhengyi sect.
"So it was someone sent by the Celestial Master's Mansion? I wasn't wrong about what I asked earlier."
As soon as Zhong Xuan had a thought, his body responded from afar.
On his side, the mountain god incarnate was also dragging the demon corpse back to find the Taoist boy and interrogate him for details.
……
Meanwhile, inside the Qingyang Temple, Zhong Xuan was chatting with Zhang Chengming.
Zhang Chengming didn't take it seriously at first.
However, after exchanging only a few words, it became clear that this young man was a natural talent for cultivating Taoism.
His speech, actions, and demeanor were all natural and unrestrained.
So, after a few more casual conversations, it was inevitable that I would become curious about the unique Taoist theories he spoke of.
But for the first half hour, the other party seemed to be distracted.
Zhang Chengming sensed the hidden trap over there again, and Mianpi was startled.
"I......"
Just as he was about to get up and take his leave, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he spoke up as if possessed: "Young friend, it's getting dark outside. How about you stay the night? Tomorrow I'll show you around the Kingdom of Jisa."
As he spoke, his authoritative gaze, tinged with a hint of pressure, fixed intently on the gentle-looking young man.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to freeze subtly.
The dignified middle-aged Taoist priest stood up, leaning down to cast a shadow and scrutinize him.
He looked down at the boy in front of him.
The phrase "let me stay overnight" is both a test and an oppression.
The air was like a taut bowstring.
The boy looked up and back, his gaze still gentle.
But the smile on his lips had already faded.
The Rakshasa woman beside him unconsciously touched the soft sword at her waist with her right hand.
She smelled something was wrong and instinctively became alert.
Just then, a commotion arose from the official road outside the temple.
The crisp sound of oxcart bells, the rumble of wheels rolling over the dirt road, and the shouts of the caravan workers.
These chaotic sounds, like a handful of pebbles, crushed into the tense silence of the living room, dissipating some of the pressure that was about to solidify.
"Alright," the boy suddenly said, his voice clear and bright.
The gentle and peaceful look in his eyes returned, even carrying a hint of a smile. "I was just about to ask the Taoist priest for a dinner at the temple."
Zhang Chengming stared at him for two seconds, the scrutiny in his eyes gradually receding, before finally forcing a smile: "Guests from afar, I won't nag. Please wait a moment, I'll go and instruct the kitchen to prepare some vegetarian food."
He turned and strode away, his steps hurried, the hem of his robe catching a gust of wind.
Behind her, the Rakshasa woman frowned and looked at the boy beside her. The boy did not look at her, but lowered his eyes, seemingly listening to the sounds of the caravan outside.
Suddenly, the boy's expression changed drastically, a rare occurrence for him.
Even Rakshasa was stunned, wondering what could possibly move this seemingly unfazed young man? Even when she herself was out of balance that night, he had steadfastly offered his help.
"Brother Monkey..."
Zhong Xuan watched from afar as a monkey caught up with the tail of the caravan, grabbed someone, and asked questions.
The monkey was suddenly surrounded by people and seemed to be embroiled in a dispute.
He was stunned for a moment, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.
The mountain god, in his incarnation over there, was lamenting that Brother Monkey was captivated by beauty.
Could it be that he has completely figured it out?
Of course not.
Unable to contain his joy, Zhong Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and strode to his feet.
"Yunniang, my monkey brother has found us. Let's go and fetch him."
The Rakshasa woman was taken aback.
She had told him about this pseudonym before, but this was the first time she had heard it used in this way.
Again, the boy's gaze remained fixed on the window as he spoke.
My emotions were fluctuating, and my inner fire was once again flickering and unstable.
She watched the boy stride out, and eventually followed out of curiosity.