noffsinger Chapter 51 5 Yin Tian Demon Summoning Secret Incantation
Chapter 51 5 Yin Tian Demon Summoning Secret Incantation
Chapter 51 The Five Yin Heavenly Demon Summoning Secret Incantation
"It's been a hundred years. Without spiritual roots, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality?"
Chu Qianfan opened his eyes, looked at the white hair scattered on the pillow, and the withered hand wrapped in brocade, and murmured to himself.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door—"Godfather!"
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
Chu Yao, dressed in a black robe, walked at the front, followed closely by Chu Xun in a blue robe and holding a fan, Chu Zheng in a green robe, and Chu Yao in a dashing red dress. The four of them quickly walked to the bed and bowed in unison.
Chu Zheng spoke up quickly, saying, "Godfather, it's time to test our spiritual roots, let's go!"
Chu Qianfan propped himself up on the edge of the couch, his gaze sweeping over the four faces one by one, and said in a deep voice, "The recruitment of disciples at Mount Luofu cannot be delayed. If you are chosen, you must remember what you promised me."
Chu Yao said, "Father, rest assured! If I am chosen, I will kneel down and kowtow to beg Mount Luofu to take you with me!"
Chu Xun said, "Everything we eat, wear, and use is given to us by our godfather. If I were to obtain a spot in the immortal realm, I would rather give it to my godfather."
Chu Zheng said, "If the immortal refuses to accept me as his adoptive father, I will give up my immortality! I will come back and continue to be your son!"
Chu Yao walked to the bedside, reached out and grabbed Chu Qianfan's sleeve, and said, "I don't want to cultivate immortality, I only want my godfather. I'm not going anywhere."
Chu Qianfan lowered his head, looking at her smooth, moist hands clutching his sleeve, and said, "Silly girl."
The Ascension Ceremony.
Looking at Chu Yao, Chu Xun, and Chu Zheng on the Ascension Platform, Chu Qianfan thought to himself: Yao'er, Xun'er, Zheng'er, as long as you say one word to the immortal for me, just one word will be enough.
Suddenly, the immortal from Mount Luofu said to Chu Yao and his group, "Go and say goodbye to your families, then come with me to Mount Luofu."
Upon hearing this, Chu Qianfan immediately looked at Chu Yao and the other two with eager eyes.
Chu Yao glanced at him and said, "Godfather? That's just a term used by mortals. From this day forward, immortals and mortals are separate, and we are even."
The immortal from Mount Luofu immediately clapped his hands and said, "Good, with his heart set on the path of immortality and having severed ties with the mortal world, he is a promising talent."
Chu Xun waved his fan and said, "Godfather, you're a businessman. Investments always have times when you lose money."
Another immortal from Mount Luofu laughed and said, "That makes sense. My alchemy hall doesn't do business at a loss."
Only Chu Zheng walked over.
He was half a head taller than Chu Qianfan. Looking down at Chu Qianfan, he smirked and said, "Old man, you don't really think that just because I've called you godfather for twenty years, I have to pray for immortality for you, do you?"
Chu Yao, her face as cold as ice, said, "Chu Zheng! Say that again!"
Chu Zheng said, "Two mortals without spiritual roots."
Chu Yao said, "I haven't had my spiritual root tested yet!"
Chu Zheng said, "If you don't dare, then you don't dare. Why pretend to be so high and mighty? That's true, you've always been the most timid. You don't even dare to leave that old man."
Chu Yao said, "You!"
Chu Zheng said, "I'm already a member of Mount Luofu. What about you? You don't even have the courage to go up and touch that monument—"
"That's right. If you don't take the test, you can still fool yourself into thinking you just don't want to leave. Once you do take the test, you'll have no excuse left."
After saying that, Chu Zheng turned and walked towards the Ascension Platform.
"Old Master Chu raised three adopted sons, and they're all ungrateful wretches?"
"I raised it for twenty years, and it was all for nothing."
"Old Master Chu started from scratch and became the richest man in thirteen provinces. He controlled all the salt, iron, tea and grain industries and could handle all the business in the world. In the end, he couldn't even handle one of his sons."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yao trembled with anger.
Chu Qianfan said, "Yao'er, go."
Chu Yao gritted her teeth and nodded.
She walked to the spirit-testing stele, stretched out her hand, and pressed it down.
A beam of golden light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds.
The immortal from Mount Luofu exclaimed in surprise, "A celestial spiritual root!"
"Damn it, even if I get into Mount Luofu with Yao'er's help, without spiritual roots, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality?"
Chu Qianfan is getting old.
Even after taking the longevity pill that Chu Yao had begged for, he was still too old.
Feeling resentful, he leaned on his cane and walked deeper into Mount Luofu.
The mountain roads are rugged, ancient trees reach for the sky, and poisonous insects and wild beasts roam the land.
But Chu Qianfan paid no heed.
The effects of the longevity pill are almost gone. Rather than dying on my bedside with Yao'er weeping by my side, it would be better to bury this old body in the mountains.
Suddenly, the cane struck empty air.
Chu Qianfan didn't have time to pull his feet back and fell forward.
He rolled down the steep slope, but fortunately the bushes growing on the slope slowed his descent, allowing him to escape with his life.
At the bottom of the slope is a dry riverbed, with moss growing on the rock walls on both sides.
The hillside was steep, and looking up, the path we had come from was now hidden in the dense forest.
Chu Qianfan struggled to his feet, looked around, and his gaze suddenly stopped on a pair of cliffs with dense old vines hanging down, behind which a cave entrance was vaguely visible.
He stared at the opening of the hole, and a sudden inspiration struck him.
"Could it be a predestined connection with the divine?"
Chu Qianfan parted the vines.
The cave is very shallow.
A skeleton sat cross-legged, its hands folded on its lap, its body wrapped in a tattered Taoist robe.
Two books were placed in front of the skeleton.
Chu Qianfan picked up the first book.
The True Understanding of the Seven Emotions of the Supreme Being: The Response and Transformation of True Water to Attain the Dao.
He picked up the second book.
The Secret Mantra for Summoning the Five Yin Heavenly Demons.
Chu Qianfan flipped through the pages a few times, then suddenly burst into laughter, saying, "Haven't you heard that there's always a way out?"
"Yao'er, help your godfather practice his martial arts. You've always been the most obedient; this is filial piety."
Chu Yao's eyes were red as she said, "Godfather, for ten years, I've given you all the longevity pills, marrow cleansing pills, and qi and blood pills I could get my hands on."
Chu Qianfan said, "I know, but it's still not enough."
"Yao'er, I am the richest man in thirteen states, I started from scratch, and salt, iron, tea and grain have been distributed throughout the world through my hands, but I cannot buy even a single low-grade mixed spiritual root. Even my three adopted sons have abandoned me."
"But I still have you!"
He suddenly stretched out his withered, old tree branch-like hand and grabbed Chu Yao's slender, fair wrist.
Chu Yao did not struggle and said, "Godfather—is it really—to do this?"
Tears welled up in her eyes, falling one after another onto Chu Qianfan's hand.
This caused Chu Qianfan's fingers to tremble slightly.
He said, "It has to be this way."
As soon as he finished speaking, black mist swirled and filled the entire room.
After an unknown amount of time, the black mist gradually dissipated, leaving only a scorched human-shaped mark on the ground.
Beside the scorch marks, a young man in his early twenties slowly opened his eyes.
"Who goes there—"
Chu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a cloud of black mist had already entered the cultivation room.
Black mist poured directly into my mouth and nose.
"Not the same"
A moment later, the black mist dissipated, leaving only a human-shaped scorch mark on the ground.
Chu Xun was walking alone in the long corridor when he suddenly stopped.
I heard the sound of wind behind me.
He turned abruptly, unfolding his folding fan: "Who is it?"
The black mist was already upon them.
Chu Xun's expression changed drastically, his folding fan fell to the ground, and he said, "It's you—how could you—"
As the black fog dissipated, only a scorched human-shaped mark remained on the corridor.
Chu Yao was practicing his sword in the courtyard.
Suddenly, black mist filled the courtyard, slowly closing in from all directions.
He slashed three times in quick succession, the sword energy disappearing into the black mist without leaving a trace.
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Chu Yao held his sword horizontally in front of him and said, "Who is it!"
A low laugh came from within the black mist.
"Yao'er, don't you recognize me?"
Chu Yao trembled violently, his longsword nearly slipping from his hand: "It's you—impossible—you clearly don't have spiritual roots!"
"I'm asking you a question, don't you recognize me?"
Black mist enveloped his ankles.
Chu Yao looked down and saw his legs melting away in the mist.
He suddenly looked up at the blurry figure in the fog, and regret finally welled up in his eyes.
But it was all too late.
"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize them; you must still fulfill your filial duty."
As the black mist dissipated, a human-shaped scorch mark and a long sword lying on the ground were visible in the courtyard.
"Wake up, my husband, wake up!"
Chu Qianfan sat cross-legged in the cave, thinking to himself: Chu Yao is angry, Chu Xun is sad, and Chu Zheng is hateful. Three rebellious sons, each helping me break free from one of my emotions.
As for Yao'er ————
The moment the black mist filled her mouth and nose, his hands trembled—it was the fear of killing his loved ones, but also the joy of ascending to the immortal realm.
She single-handedly overcame two obstacles; she truly deserves to be his most beloved daughter.
Now, two emotions are still missing—surprise and longing.
Only after all the materials are collected can the foundation be laid.
"Wake up, my husband, wake up!!"
If it's alarming, it's easy to handle.
Find someone with higher cultivation than yourself, strike when they are off guard, or venture into the deep mountains or forbidden areas at night; you can always force them to feel some fear.
What do you think?
Chu Qianfan's first thought was Yao'er.
The thought had barely formed when a wave of fear surged through my heart, followed by a surge of joy.
Fear and joy were intertwined, but there was not a trace of longing.
Chu Qianfan thought to himself: Perhaps I should go find Yao'er's master—Master Qinghe. That man is only at the Foundation Establishment stage; if he suddenly attacks me, it will surely startle me. As for longing—if that man mentions Yao'er's past, perhaps I can inadvertently develop some feelings of longing for her?
No.
Too dangerous.
Master Qinghe's cultivation is unfathomable. If we were to be killed with a single palm strike before we could even startle him, then everything would be over.
It's not necessarily necessary to provoke Foundation Establishment cultivators.
He had been a merchant in the mortal world for a hundred years, dealing in salt, iron, tea, and grain. Every business he had made had been fraught with danger, a constant struggle against officials, merchants, and bandits. One wrong move could lead to complete ruin.
Just like someone who makes a living by drawing talismans, if one stroke is not careful, the whole sheet is ruined, and he has to start all over again, which is full of surprises.
Though fragmented, it is continuous and unbroken, just the right amount of heat required for the true understanding of the seven emotions.
Wait—I've never drawn a talisman?
Chu Qianfan glanced at it and saw a line of small characters appear before him: [Protective Talisman (Proficient): 36/200].
What is this?
Hallucination?
He raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes; the small print remained.
He abruptly closed his eyes, and the words floated motionless in the darkness.
"The seven emotions are joy, anger, worry, thought, grief, fear, and shock. Responding to emotions gives rise to true water. However, emotions are both a boat and an abyss. If emotions are excessive, true water will backfire and flood the mind; if they are not thoroughly transformed, residual emotions will create a realm of illusion. In mild cases, one may see scenes that appear out of nothing; in severe cases, one may mistake illusion for reality and never recover."
Damn!
Has he fallen into delusion?
If this continues, let alone plotting anything, he might not even be able to keep his mind.
Thinking about this, Chu Qianfan felt troubled.
He originally thought that once he obtained the true understanding, everything would be fine, but now he realizes that the cultivation method is not so easy to practice.
In the days that followed, Chu Qianfan's hallucinations became increasingly severe.
The small print that occasionally appeared before his eyes was secondary.
Sometimes, when he sat alone in his cave, Chu Yao's figure would suddenly appear on the wall, dressed in black robes and carrying a long sword, his expression indifferent, saying, "Father, what are you still struggling for? You have no spiritual root; you can't become an immortal cultivator. You might as well go back to the mortal realm, sell the merchant guild, and prepare a good coffin for yourself."
Sometimes, when he walked past the training ground late at night, he would see a figure standing by the ground in the moonlight, fanning himself.
Chu Xun strolled slowly to him, fanning himself with a fan, and said, "Godfather, I've calculated it for you—you've made money on everything you've invested in over the past hundred years, except for cultivating immortality, where you've lost everything. The principle of cutting your losses in time is something you taught me."
Sometimes when he was getting errands in the servants' quarters, Chu Zheng would lean against the counter, looking down at him and saying, "Old man, still alive? I thought you were long gone, rotting away in some ravine, and nobody would even know."
One day, he was strolling along West Street in the market when he suddenly heard a voice—
"Godfather, do you think this bracelet is pretty?"
Chu Qianfan slowly turned his head and saw Chu Yao squatting next to him. Her red dress made her wrists look snow-white, and she wore a cheap glass bracelet on her wrist.
"Godfather, why are you ignoring me?"
Chu Yao stood up, waved her hand in front of his eyes, and said, "Look, isn't it beautiful?"
Chu Qianfan said, "Yao'er—you are not—"
Chu Yao smiled even sweeter, holding her wrist out to him, and said, "What's wrong with me? Quick, take a look and see if it looks good?"
Chu Qianfan suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck. At that moment, the red dress changed into coarse cloth, and Chu Yao transformed into a strange young girl.
The girl's head drooped to one side; she was already dead.
"Murder!"
The streets were in chaos.
But in the end, they were just ordinary people who died; once they died, they were gone, and no one pursued the matter.
But one day, things changed.
That day, Chu Qianfan was walking through the narrow alley behind the servants' quarters when a servant named Zhou walked towards him. Zhou lived in the same servants' quarters as Chu Qianfan.
Zhou, the handyman, grinned and stepped aside to let him pass.
In the instant they brushed past each other, Chu Qianfan caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of that smiling face twisted into Chu Zheng's likeness: "Old man, still alive?"
Chu Qianfan slapped out with his palm.
Zhou, the servant, was sent flying backward, crashing into the alley wall and sliding to the ground. His chest caved in, blood gushed from his mouth, and he convulsed twice before going still.
He immediately used the methods in "The True Understanding of the Seven Emotions of the Supreme Being to Transform into True Water and Attain the Dao" to cover it up.
That very night, the people from the Deacon's Office came to the door.
He was taken in for questioning, but his expression remained normal, and he answered fluently, saying that he was meditating in his cave and knew nothing.
The deacon searched for half a day but found no evidence. After giving him a few words of reprimand, he was sent back.
As Chu Qianfan stepped out of the Deacon's Hall, the night wind rushed towards him, and he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
This time, the murdered servant was found to be a lowly laborer, and the steward's office had no concrete evidence, so they let it slide for the time being.
But what about next time?
If the next time the hallucination comes, and instead of Zhou the servant stands before him, but rather some steward or elder, and he strikes out with the same palm without questioning the truth, then what awaits him is not a reprimand, but being beaten to death on the spot.
The shock he's felt these past few days has been quite intense; if it were before, he would have seized the opportunity to gather his strength and break through the barrier to true understanding.
But now he doesn't dare.
If these are refined into one's spiritual core, one may never be able to regain consciousness again.
Back in his cave, Chu Qianfan sat cross-legged for a long time before suddenly getting up and taking out another cultivation technique he had obtained that day from the bottom of the stone box: the "Five Yin Heavenly Demon Summoning Secret Mantra".
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