noffsinger Chapter 5 Old Xiu
Chapter 5 Old Xiu
The old cultivator with the whisk suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his originally indifferent and arrogant face was filled with shock and solemnity.
He stared intently at Shen Gui, his withered fingers gripping the handle of his whisk tightly, his voice hoarse as a broken gong: "You... which sect are you a disciple of?! From beyond the Northern Frontier?"
Shen Gui, his blue robes fluttering slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, his second-level fetal breathing power flowing slowly as he regulated his breathing to restore his power, ignoring the old cultivator's words.
Xie San was panting heavily, his hand holding the knife trembling slightly, and his gaze toward Shen Gui was almost one of awe.
Su Wanniang covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, while Xiao Ahe clutched Su Wanniang's clothes, her little face showing some fear.
"Is Master really that amazing...?"
The old cultivator with the whisk took three deep breaths, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes revealed a fierce glint.
"Very well! Very well indeed! It's been many years since I've encountered such a ruthless junior!"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly jerked his wrist!
Suddenly, the whisk burst forth with a layer of hazy spiritual light, and countless strands of dust grew several feet long like steel needles, its sharp aura tearing through the air and emitting a piercing shriek!
Xie San's expression changed drastically: "That's... a magical artifact?!"
The rogue cultivators in the northern frontier were so poor that they could hardly find a decent iron sword, yet this person actually possessed a magical artifact!
The old Taoist priest grinned maliciously, his wrist twitching again: "Boy, you ruined my grandson, today I'll take your life to pay for it!"
The whisk's strands, like a venomous python emerging from its cave, lashed out with a whooshing sound, cutting deep marks into the pebbles that passed through them!
Shen Gui's eyes narrowed.
This old cultivator is far stronger than that sword-wielding nobody from before. Although his magical power is mixed, it is strange and ruthless. In addition, he has a magic weapon called a whisk. He would suffer a loss if he fought head-on.
Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and grabbed the talismans left by Li Zhirui from his storage bag. He threw one to Xie San and made one for himself.
"Xie San, take this! It's a Water Escape Talisman; it can block a Qi Refining strike. Push it up!"
Xie San was stunned. Looking at the talisman that was glowing with spiritual light in his palm, he trembled with excitement: "This...this is a genuine talisman?!"
Even the appearance of talismans is rare among the rogue cultivators of the Northern Frontier, yet Shen Gui gave them away so casually?
"Don't just stand there!" Shen Gui hissed.
Shen Gui could actually do without the talisman, but the sachet was ultimately his trump card. Even though he could trust these people to some extent, he still chose to keep it a secret.
As soon as he finished speaking, he channeled his magical power into the talisman in his hand.
"Water Escape Talisman, activate!"
A layer of pale blue water light instantly enveloped my entire body.
Xie San gritted his teeth and activated the talisman: "I'll risk it all!"
The two, one on the left and one on the right, used the talismans for protection and charged forward against the fierce sweeping of the whisk!
"You're courting death!" the old Taoist roared, sweeping his whisk wildly!
The dust threads struck the water shield, creating ripples that shook the water violently, yet the shield held firm!
"It's actually a talisman for protection!" The old Taoist was both shocked and furious.
Shen Gui seized the momentary opening and rushed towards the old Taoist priest like an arrow!
After fourteen years of arduous cultivation to nourish his physical body, his physical condition was already far superior to that of his peers. In addition, his understanding of meridians, acupoints, and power generation from "Notes on the Cultivation of Fetal Breathing" gave him a good chance of winning in close combat!
"Prepare to die!"
Shen Gui struck the old Taoist priest squarely in the chest!
The old Taoist's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly used his whisk to block the attack.
Unable to unleash the full power of this magical artifact's dust threads at close range, this was the only way.
"Bang!"
With a palm strike to the handle of the whisk, the old Taoist was forced to retreat repeatedly, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"How...how can your physical body be so strong!"
The old Taoist priest went completely mad, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes. He disregarded everything and risked taking another palm strike from Shen Gui, violently pulling his wrist away.
The whisk threads shot out from the air, and with a flick and a pull, directly pulled the head of the sword-wielding cultivator on the ground to its front.
"What are you going to do!" Shen Gui frowned.
The old Taoist priest grinned maliciously, pulled out an ancient, yellowed talisman written in unknown spiritual ink from his robes, pressed it hard against the deceased's forehead, and chanted a hoarse incantation:
Shen Gui's heart tightened suddenly, and he shouted.
"Xie San! Retreat!"
He roared and quickly retreated.
Xie San was so frightened that he turned and ran away.
But it was too late.
There was no light, no loud noise.
An invisible and intangible attack exploded, sweeping across an area of more than ten square feet!
Xie San felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer. His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Shen Gui managed to hold on for one more second before collapsing backward.
The entire process took only a few breaths.
The village entrance returned to its deathly silence.
The old cultivator clutched his chest, coughing violently, each cough spitting out black blood.
He looked at Shen Gui and Xie San lying on the ground, his face filled with resentment: "You bastards... this is my ancestral God-Slaying Talisman, and I actually used it again to kill you..."
His injuries were extremely severe; Shen Gui had struck several key meridians and acupoints with a single palm strike, causing his magical power to stagnate.
"I'll kill you first, you little brat from a major sect!"
The old Taoist picked up the iron sword from the ground, staggered to Shen Gui, and raised it high.
"Go to hell!"
A sword slashed down fiercely!
"clang!"
The pale blue light shimmered once more!
The Water Escape Talisman that was on Shen Gui's body before!
"Huh?!" The old Taoist's pupils constricted sharply. "The talisman still works? You weren't fully unconscious at all!"
Shen Gui, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
There was no confusion in his eyes, only calmness.
Just as Xie San fainted, the illusory image of the Mingtian Bell in his mind flickered slightly, but he didn't feel anything at all!
The reason he chose to faint was simply to get close to Lao Xiu.
"A trivial skill."
Shen Gui's voice was calm.
The old Taoist priest turned to run away.
But it was too late.
Shen Gui immediately flipped over, his right hand forming a claw, grabbing the old Taoist's wrist, while his left hand gathered all his magic power, aiming at the old Taoist's vital points, and slammed down with a powerful palm strike!
"puff!"
This palm strike precisely hit a vital acupoint!
The old Taoist's eyes bulged out, his body stiffened, and he coughed up blood. He collapsed weakly onto Shen Gui, completely dead.
Shen Gui slowly pushed the corpse aside and stood up.
Aside from being slightly pale and having expended a lot of magical energy, he didn't have any serious injuries.
Unfortunately, after using two of the Qi Refining Water Shield Talismans given to me by my second junior brother, I only have three left.
Meanwhile, Xie San remained unconscious.
Shen Gui let out a long breath and calmed himself down.
"Clean it up."
He gave the order in a calm voice.
Su Wanniang quickly led the still-shaken villagers forward, carefully helping Xie San to his feet and looking after Xiao Ahe.
"Immortal Master, Master Xie..." Su Wanniang said worriedly.
"His magic power is exhausted. Physical injuries are not serious for a cultivator. The attack may not be on his body. He won't wake up for a while. Please make sure he is settled." Ming Tianzhong was in his own sea of consciousness, so Shen Gui could only guess that the attack was aimed at his soul.
Does such a thing as a soul really exist?
I've never heard of the souls of the dead in the Canglan Sect, let alone attacks targeting the soul.
Suppressing his doubts, he walked over to the two corpses and began searching for items.
It's a fine iron longsword, just an ordinary weapon, but fortunately it's sharp and tough.
A magic whisk, that's a good item. It can fetch a good price, probably worth two or three spirit stones.
Another day passed, and all that remained on the old man was a spirit stone and the same kind of talisman he had just used; there was nothing else of value on him.
Shen Gui touched the talisman with his fingertips and gently infused it with a trace of energy to see if it would work.
In his mind, the Heavenly Bell responded!
An ancient, solemn flow of information, imbued with the spirit of antiquity, surged directly into my mind, transforming into a clear passage of classical Chinese:
"A relic of the Ghostly Path, which can be cultivated according to the original method, consumes fifty Daoist merits to obtain the 'Slaying Gods and Healing Spirit Treasure Chapter,' which can be cultivated to condense the Immortal Foundation 'Slaying Gods Chapter'; consuming a hundred or more Daoist merits can restore the original method from the previous era."
Shen Gui: "..."
He stood there quietly, looking completely bewildered.
The Chapter on Slaying Gods and Healing Spirits?
Immortal Foundation God-Slaying Chapter?
What is the pre-existing legal system?
He didn't quite understand these words.
In short, it seems to be a very rare foundation-building technique, and it can even be transformed into an even more ancient technique.
He silently did some mental calculations.
His current total Taoist cultivation level, all things considered, seems to be 4.
Yes, we just killed two cultivators and made another gain.
50?
100?
That's a huge difference.
"Put it away first."
Shen Gui stopped thinking about it and carefully put away the strange God-Slaying Talisman.
This thing is too dangerous and must be stored separately.
After doing all this, he looked up at Daling Village.
The houses are scattered and surrounded by earthen walls. Although dilapidated, it is still a place where one can settle down.
After settling the villagers in and replacing the Spirit-Nourishing Fields Method with the Spirit-Nourishing Method, I need to find a cultivation market as soon as possible to sell the spoils, buy some necessities, and gather information about the surrounding forces.