Chapter 544: Chapter 328: Shanglin Captain
The assassin sent by the Crown Prince is actually quite strong, at least at the Nascent Soul Realm. Moreover, he hides in the dark, peeping and figuring out the routines before making a move. Perhaps he genuinely received the True Inheritor of the Mystic Sect.
This time, it was also due to the opponent seeing through his tactics, cautiously avoiding direct confrontation. Chen Xuantian almost got caught in a trap. Fortunately, relying on the strength of his Primordial Spirit, he forcefully launched a Primordial Spirit clash, catching the opponent off guard and killing him on the spot.
However, the collision of Primordial Spirits left Chen Xuantian himself feeling uncomfortable.
Alright, mainly because the cultivation realm of Chen Huzi’s body is too low. Back then, he killed two thousand people without much effort, and now after killing just about a hundred, he already feels dizzy, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose. Clearly, the quality of this Dao Body is not as good as his main body, and it can no longer hold on.
So tonight, he can only call it a day. But after doing some refining with human flesh, Chen Xuantian basically gained a clearer understanding of the routines for Primordial Spirit confrontation.
This move, when suddenly used to crush the weak or during a tangled duel, is indeed quite effective. But it cannot be overly relied upon. After all, the Primordial Spirit is a double-edged sword. When you mobilize the Primordial Spirit to impact others, you yourself can also be distracted and divided.
Once the opponent’s strength is higher than yours, with more powerful calculation ability, falling behind at every turn, and being controlled by others, the Primordial Spirit Technique has no way of turning the tide.
Ultimately, the Divine Sect can run smoothly in favorable situations, but its performance in adversity, or even in desperate situations, certainly does not compare to the Sword Sect’s.
In short, after killing someone, Chen Xuantian skillfully escaped underground, momentarily fleeing the suburbs of the capital. Then he casually found a wealthy family, sneaked into their backyard small house, gave the retreating ancestor a glance, petrifying him on the spot before smashing his head with a slap, using their Alchemy Workshop of Daoist School for closed-door healing.
Of course, Chen Xuantian is not here to give Chen Huzi a cheat sheet. As long as this guy doesn’t die, it’s enough. He is merely borrowing the shell to survive, temporarily cultivating, with the key being to enhance his own Primordial Spirit cultivation.
The fundamental method of divine cultivation still requires killing and devouring souls. Kill, kill, kill, smash the Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit, the three immortal souls and six mortal forms, then eat, eat, eat, and refine the soul fragments, nourishing the Primordial Spirit.
There’s not much else to say; one must kill and seize life to survive. This is the law of nature. If you really can’t endure cannibalism, capturing some beasts to eat works just the same.
And to be reasonable, if vegetables had souls, Chen Xuantian wouldn’t necessarily have to kill living beings...
"You, evil demon! In broad daylight, under the bright and clear Qiankun! Daring to eat human souls and swallow Nascent Souls here! Such audacity!"
Chen Xuantian frowned, waved his hand, covering his face with the ancestor’s skin, then looked out of the house.
I saw an old nun at the Nascent Soul Realm standing in the eastern sky, glaring angrily at him.
Chen Xuantian,
"What, did I kill your lover?"
The old nun shouted angrily,
"Demon! Wantonly killing the innocent! Violating heaven and reason! Such shameless boasting!
Today, I will act on behalf of the heavens, with resplendent heavenly might, to eliminate you, this demon head!"
Chen Xuantian almost laughed,
"Oh my, you claim to be Righteous Path, pretending like a fool. Didn’t you see so many pillars in this house?"
The old nun was about to send a flying sword over to decapitate him when she suddenly heard him speak, frowning for a moment.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Chen Xuantian chuckled, jumped onto the eaves, and pointed here and there,
"The courtyards of the Immortal Palace’s Gate Valve are all standard three bays, oriented north to south, with a layout of heaven, earth, and humanity all complete. Each side is a five-room setup, corresponding to the Five Treasures of Blessing, Lu, Longevity, Xiu, and Wealth. Each room also has four beams and eight pillars for support, ensuring stability and immovability.
The more particular ones even open four gates, pacifying the four gods, thus each household has a total of 128 pillars supporting it, with the stars in the sky arrayed and the Star Wall surrounding. Each pillar has a live stake driven underneath, sealing the soul, and sacrificing humans with blood offerings to ensure the family’s prosperity and stability.
When ordinary evil spirits and wandering souls see such a scale of a blood sacrifice, they are intimidated and dare not enter such a wealthy family to seek the soul’s womb’s stability.
Don’t you even understand such simple feng shui arrangements?
Not part of the Mystic Sect, are you, mixed cultivator."
The old nun was dumbfounded.
Chen Xuantian shook his head, swaying,
"In the Wangji Imperial Capital, living under the Emperor’s feet, isn’t every family a monster living off the people’s fat and blood, isn’t every household a beast knocking human bones and sucking human marrow? If their whole families got wiped out, they deserved the retribution reaching them.
I eat an old monster who should have died hundreds of years ago, what’s it to you? Do you, a mixed cultivator unable to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, have any right to yap here, claiming to serve the heavens, walking a path for your damn heavens!
If you want to fight, just fight. Also, find a decent excuse. Don’t you calculate how many lives were harmed for someone to reach two thousand stones and then run your mouth without shame, claiming innocence? Do you really think my underlings are randomly killed?
Mixed~~cultivator~~"
The old nun’s face turned red. For a moment, she was at a loss, seemingly unable to find words to retort.
Then an old man emerged from the ground, carrying a root-like wooden staff, standing on the southern side.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist went too far. Even these people deserved it; if retribution was in order, heaven would handle it. Acting on one’s own to perpetrate indiscriminate killing isn’t right either."
Chen Xuantian pointed his hand at him,
"Bullshit!"
The old man’s face dropped.
Then, from the western street, a swordsman with a bamboo hat walked out, holding his sword and coolly saying,
"Too much nonsense, get it over with fast."
Hmm, three mixed cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm, probably vassals under the Immortal Palace’s command.
Chen Xuantian laughed,
"What, not arranging one on the north side?"
The swordsman with the bamboo hat said,
"To deal with you, the three of us are more than enough."