Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror

Chapter 305 - 279 Backlash

Li Tongya frowned and nodded, while Minghui spoke in a serious tone, intently staring at his face, and said gently,

"My teacher is a Maha, once a demon was taught under my revered master. At that time, it was just a demon soldier."

"My master calculated its destiny and learned that the opportunity for this demon to establish its foundation lay in Xu Country. It cost much Mana and Karma Magic to divine this, and it was determined to be in Bianyan Mountain by the border of Xu Country. Thus, he was dispatched there to cultivate, waiting for the right heavenly timing."

Mage Minghui shook his Zen Staff in hand, producing a series of clanging sounds that echoed through the air like the cry of an eagle. He then said,

"Later, after I became a mage, knowing that his time was at hand, my master sent me to Bianyan Mountain to take him as my spiritual beast mount. Who would have known, after over three years on foot, it all came to naught!"

Immediately, Li Tongya understood. When he went to Bianyan Mountain years ago to capture that demon, the wolf demon had repeatedly mentioned an impending destined event – this must have been it. However, Li Tongya, at that time, could not be convinced by its baseless assertions and naturally captured and killed it.

Knowing this, Li Tongya kept his composure and said with a smile,

"The mage has come to ask me? If Maha has calculated the fate, then it was meant to be so. If there has been an error, either your venerable teacher has miscalculated or that wolf demon acted recklessly and lost its life. Even if it is related to us, it’s due to destiny. How could you ask me, an immortal cultivator, about it?"

Minghui opened his lips and forced a smile, although he had guessed it mostly involved the Li Family, he felt slightly helpless in his heart.

Bianyan Mountain was rife with grand battles of Zifu, which made it difficult to maintain that fabricated destiny. Mage Minghui had hoped to extort something from Li Tongya, but he hadn’t expected this man to be so eloquent and use his own logic against him, leaving him speechless. Yet he couldn’t contain his anger and could only force a smile, saying,

"The donor’s fate is set; it is not my place to intervene. However, Wangyue Lake is indeed a tranquil and beautiful place. Should any great being of my sect reincarnate there, I would ask the donor to kindly look after them."

Li Tongya had heard about many of Buddhism’s methods. Once one achieved the Maha Dharma Appearance, they could preserve a spark of the true spirit, seeking hosts generation after generation for reincarnation – a practice Buddhism calls the Path of Reincarnation. From infancy, they would affirm Maha and cultivate through the generations, tightly bound to heresy.

Li Tongya had been patient, yet he couldn’t believe the audacity of this man, targeting the Li Family’s juniors, and said coldly,

"Whatever your Buddhist sect does with its cycles of rebirth in the north is beyond our control, but don’t you dare target my family’s younger generation! Should any Maha Dharma Appearance dare to occupy the bodies of my kin, even if it means I have to personally strangle that reincarnated spirit child, I will not allow you to act willfully using the bodies of my family’s descendants!"

Minghui chuckled and waved his hands dismissively, replying,

"Donor, such anger. It was merely a jest. Our sect doesn’t usually reincarnate in the south, and even if we do by chance, we would not occupy bodies from Noble Immortal Families. It’s customary not to do so. Furthermore, your family is a Sword Immortal Family; we dare not offend."

While Minghui spoke respectfully, his demeanor and actions conveyed disdain. Li Tongya had no desire to argue further, only giving a polite gesture and saying quietly,

"Then let us part ways here."

With that, he no longer cared to converse and flew back to the mountain.

On the other hand, Minghui nodded slightly, watching Li Tongya return to the mountain. He squinted for a while, his eyes shimmering with colored light fixed on the crowd below. His gaze lingered on Li Qinghong for a moment and he murmured,

"Thunder Dharma... seems to have deep ties with my Buddhist teachings! This young girl is beautiful – to have her come back as a maid to tidy up and carry Magic Artifacts, now that is indeed tempting."

Minghui summoned his Magic Artifact, a Gold Great Hall filled with handsome men and beautiful women, intended for his sole cultivation space. Now, seeing Li Qinghong’s exceptional appearance, he was greatly enticed. After some thought, he mused secretly,

"The South is in great chaos, and that Sword Immortal is far away in the Southern Border. If I cast my spell properly and kidnap this girl, who would have anything to say?"

As he thought this, his heart stirred, and his spell was readied, preparing to transform and attempt to kidnap the girl. However, his spirit mechanism suddenly jolted, and Minghui, the Mage, hesitated for a moment before contemplating,

"I always feel uneasy. The Li Family, after all, has the reputation of a Sword Immortal. I might as well pull at the threads of fate to calculate this. Though it will take more time and Mana, it’s better than capsizing in a gutter."

Minghui raised his fingertips, with sparkling colors flashing in his hands. He stood with his eyes closed, calculating for a while, then muttered to himself,

"She is indeed Li Tongya’s direct granddaughter; there could be some trouble. I’m afraid he would see red and fight me endlessly... Alas! Cultivation Level: Third Layer of Qi Cultivation, skilled in spear technique..."

As Minghui was concentrating on his calculations, he suddenly stopped, standing in midair like a statue with his chubby face stiff and lifeless. He, who had cultivated the Flawless Body and should be void of tears and sweat, suddenly began to tremble violently, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his fat cheeks. The translucent sweat drops grew larger and larger, rolling down his smooth skin.

Minghui’s eyes widened as the colors in his hands grew more and more intense, fluttering like a star. He wore a mournful expression, daring not to move an inch, feeling a suffocating sense of danger. His legs numbed, almost to the point of vomiting blood.

"Great Compassionate Buddha!! If this little monk pushes his finger down just a bit more and continues to calculate even a single character, I will inevitably be reduced to ash and smoke! Not a chance of survival left!"

The subtle cues from his spirit mechanism kept throbbing in his mind, causing Minghui’s limbs to shake and his teeth to clench as he cursed silently,

"Definitely connected with some great power, at least a Golden Core Cultivator! Damn it... How could such a wretched place involve such a mighty being? This is bad! Being reduced to ash and smoke is no joke!"

Although Minghui had not yet achieved Maha, Buddhist Practitioners are proficient in past and future matters, and by logic, retaining his soul to reincarnate after death should not be a problem. But he understood deeply that once the result of the fate calculation was out, he would instantly perish, completely annihilating his soul, leaving nothing behind. Let alone being a Mage, even a Maha would turn to dust.

Minghui was drenched in sweat as he forcefully suppressed the Spell in his hand, but it was difficult to stop once the Spell had reached midway. He could only watch helplessly as the colors in his hand intensified, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

"Pu!"

Minghui had no choice but to reverse the incantation and spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, forcefully suppressing the Spell. He freed one hand to perform another spell, conjuring a palace that gleamed with golden light, with its pavilions, towers, handsome men, and beautiful women walking barefoot, shedding bits of colored light.

"Seal!"

With great difficulty, Minghui activated the Magic Artifact, using his palm as a blade to sever the hand that was maintaining the Color Light Dharma Decree, revealing that his body contained no blood or flesh, just a white and sticky dough-like substance, pulling out a thin doughy tail.

Though his hand was severed from the body, it was still under his control and continued to suppress the spell with the incantation. Minghui then used the other hand to urge the Golden Light Great Hall to open all its doors and windows, drawing in swirls of golden mist. The severed hand floated up and entered the Hall.

"Phew..."

Only then did Minghui exhale, glancing at the Color Light and severed hand suppressed by the Magic Artifact. With a twist and a wriggle, a new hand formed from the severed limb, white and tender, clean and smooth.

"What in the world is all this!"

Minghui cried out in anger and grief.