A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 212 161: Three Yang Fire Talismans, Six Jia Divine Generals_2

Moreover, as the Turbid Tide rises and falls, like waves surging, it washes up 'treasures' from the vast ocean, and quite a few students from the County Daoist School have encountered such opportunities.

The short, younger disciple listened with bright eyes, his fear of the Turbid Tide diminished, replaced by some anticipation:

"Senior brother, tell me more."

The tall, senior brother, knowing how much his younger brother loved to hear about these things, chuckled and began to recount like reciting cherished possessions:

"When the Wu Earth thrives, it causes the Earth Dragon to turn, mud and sand swirl, revealing the Soul Nourishing Jade hidden in the earth's veins.

This item absorbs the Qi Blood of a person, forming meridians, and can be crafted into a Martial Dao treasure, the Human Soul Pearl, by the hands of a master.

When the Bing Fire blazes, it scorches and cracks the rocks, seeping into the subterranean veins, and can nurture Fire Essence Iron, the main material for crafting precious weapons.

Moreover, Geng Metal Qi is an excellent external object for nurturing flying swords, a single strand of it rivals a hundred days of work..."

"It would be great if we could have such opportunities too."

The short, senior brother's eyes were full of envy; in cultivation, external objects were crucial, and without a substantial foundation, one would have to toil for them daily.

The peach wood sword, cherished as a lifeline by senior brother, requires the heartwood of a hundred-year-old peach tree pointing south as material.

Peachwood, the essence of the five woods, also called immortal wood, can suppress evil and has the effect of warding off ghosts.

The heartwood of a hundred-year-old peach, about three feet long, is worth at least five to six hundred taels of silver.

After crafting it into a wooden sword, it is enshrined at the altar, talismans are drawn and spirits summoned to refine it.

Only in this way can fine textures, like crisscrossing human blood vessels, develop for the accommodation and operation by the Divine Soul.

To construct an altar and draw talismans requires materials such as cinnabar, realgar, lead mercury, and gold and silver.

Adding up all the costs, the peach wood sword of senior brother requires an expenditure of a thousand taels of silver, not to mention the effort of nurturing it with heart blood and the energy costs of daily meditation and soul fusion.

This is why loose cultivators often say, 'Though gold is easy to get, a single artifact is hard to seek.'

For a singular magical artifact, it is common to toil for several years.

The tall, senior brother's face turned stern as he admonished:

"You must not think this way. When the Turbid Tide rises, anomalies occur, disasters strike, and it is always the common people who suffer. During a drought, the fields become barren, cattle and sheep thirst; when floods occur, homes are submerged, and families are ruined... Although we are merely from Wild Grass Mountain, with modest skills and minor magical lineages, we must have a conscience.

Using all beings as "straw dogs" to cultivate one's Daoist Skill, if such thoughts develop, it won't be long before we fall into the Turbid Tide."

The short, younger disciple's heart shivered, and he answered seriously:

"Understood!"

Immediately, he asked again:

"Senior brother, did we travel through the night to reach Dayu Town to exorcise demons?"

The tall, senior brother slightly furrowed his brow and pointed to a few dotted lights in the vast night, where families resided.

"That's right, this place is heavy with demonic energy, indicating the presence of several well-established demons."

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"Sneaking around! Show yourself!"

In the grand mansion of blue bricks and white tiles, an old dog sitting in the main hall sniffed up, suddenly shouting out.

It had just caught a whiff of an unusually strange scent.

A short Daoist suddenly appeared; he wasn't carrying the large bamboo basket, and held a Daoist bell in hand, shaking it vigorously:

"You mere demon, dare you call me sneaky! Raising humans to feed yourself, violating the laws of the Dragon Court, are you not aware of your crimes?"

The short Daoist tightened his round face, the Daoist bell rapidly ringing, emitting waves of sound.

It seemed to contain some peculiar power, subduing the oncoming house servants, sparing him from later distractions.

He suppressed their thoughts with his Divine Soul, making them feel like those under sleep paralysis—seeing and hearing, yet unable to move.

"Wild Daoist! A loose cultivator not recognized by the Dragon Court, learning from ghostwriters to exorcise demons, what a joke!"

The old dog showed some knowledge, baring its teeth, its eyes glowing fiercely.

"You haven't even mastered a single legitimate Daoist Skill, you've come here to court death!"

It suddenly stood up, striding out of the main hall in a few steps, its entire body exuding demonic energy, transforming into spiraling black smoke.

Its muscular frame swelled with intimidating power, and with just a stomp, cracks spread across the solid blue bricks beneath!

This old dog's physique is incredibly strong, definitely not inferior to a martial artist who has achieved the Second Stage of Bone Training Great Success. Its speed is especially quick, like a flying vicious dog, raising its sharp claws, ready to tear the short Daoist apart!

The short Daoist performed a spell with one hand, holding a Yellow Talisman between two fingers, chanting quickly under his breath:

"Mighty Yin and Yang, the sun rises in the east, Samadhi Fire from the mouth, eyes shining like the sun... Suppress all monsters, turn misfortune into good fortune, swiftly as the order decrees!"

He stepped forward with his footwork, spraying the holy water he held in his mouth, forcing the old dog in front of him to retreat in a hurry, but it was still licked by a several feet long flame, scorching a large patch of fur.

"The Maoshan Talisman Technique!"

The old dog's eyes flashed with dread; the cultivator had not yet wielded his Magical Artifact, relying mainly on talismans before revealing his true form in battle.

This wild Daoist had who knew how many talismans hidden on him, proving to be somewhat tricky.

"Bah! I am a descendant of Maoshan! You demon, your lips and teeth stained with blood, how many lives have you harmed, surrender quickly!"

The short Daoist crossed his hands, shaking them to reveal three more Yellow Talismans between his fingers.

Maoshan Talisman Techniques are divided into gold, silver, purple, blue, and yellow grades. The Three Yang Fire Talisman in his hand specializes in exorcising evil and treating ghosts, and with deep mastery, it can be gradually enhanced from "Six Yang," "Nine Yang," to "Pure Yang."

"The wild Daoist does have some skills."

The old dog bared its teeth viciously, relying on its six or seven hundred years of cultivation; ordinary blades could not harm it.

But the Three Yang Fire Talisman draws the essence of the great sun, its heat is overwhelming and quite formidable.

Its eyes rolled around, suddenly grabbing a servant immobilized by his Divine Soul, twisting off the head with its hand, fresh blood spraying everywhere, soaking its body, making it even more terrifying.

"Wicked creature!"

The short Daoist became furious, raising his hand to release a Fire Talisman, its several feet long flame tongue unfurling, but the old dog easily evaded.

"Let's see how you use talismans now!"

The old dog noticed the short Daoist's benevolent nature and simply used the servant as a shield. As soon as a Fire Talisman came, it threw the flesh-and-blood body at it, turning into a human torch mid-air.

The fat sizzled as it burned, the shrill screams echoing through the mansion. Witnessing this horrifying scene, the short Daoist's speed in holding talismans and chanting slowed, his mind suddenly in turmoil.

"All Daoists are smart; I think you're quite foolish!"

The old dog cackled maliciously; with a leap of its two strong hind legs, it took advantage of the short Daoist's indecisive stupor to close in, its sharp, gleaming claws ready to disembowel him.

Whoosh!

A Peach Wood Sword suddenly whizzed out, fast as a sharp red line!

"Flying Sword Skill!"

The old dog cried out in surprise before it could back away, but the Peach Wood Sword suddenly bounced a few times, winding around its strong arm.

That arm was severed!

Foul blood spurted out!

"It's not a Flying Sword... It's Object Control Skill!"

The old dog, pained, its eyes turned blood red, as if in a frenzy.

"Junior brother, step back!"

A clear shout rang out, the tall Daoist sitting cross-legged eighty steps away, a stick of incense burning in front of him with smoke curling lingering on. He performed spell gestures with both hands, making a Sword Pointing to manipulate the Peach Wood Sword.

The Flying Sword Skill is a Superior Daoist Skill that can take a head from a hundred steps away, but the Object Control Skill falls short, whether in the flexibility of manipulating objects or in range; it is far inferior.

"I'll handle this dog demon; it's quite intelligent, must have fallen into the Turbid Tide, otherwise its brain wouldn't work so well after hundreds of years of cultivation."

The tall Daoist, with a gallant demeanor, instructed his junior brother to spit another mouthful of holy water on the Three Yang Fire Talisman.

Then, he drove the Peach Wood Sword, connected with his mind and spirit, piercing through the rolling tongues of flame, absorbing the scorching heat, shooting straight at the fleeing old dog.

"Alien Evil Monarch, save me!"

The old dog knew it couldn't handle the two untaught wild Daoists, quickly throwing down two lead and mercury-wrapped Elixir Pills.

Crashing to the ground with a "boom," a large puff of smoke exploded, with a black gas suddenly rising and transforming, condensing into a two-zhang tall Profound Armor Divine General.

Clang clang clang!

The Peach Wood Sword slashed repeatedly, only to strike out a few sparks!

"Six Jia God General Technique!"

The tall Daoist looked shocked, seemingly caught off guard that the old dog had backing.

"Demon collaborating with monsters!"