473: Chapter 357 473: Chapter 357 Cultivating the Tao and cultivating Buddhism are two different concepts.
Just like the Mount Tai Sect, they have their own set of spells and cultivation techniques.
After discussing those spells and techniques, there would be attempts to learn others.
If they belong to different systems, would the two conflict?
For example, previous cultivation levels might be lost when learning a different system of spells.
This question puzzled not only the Taoist but also Huang Chen, who had secretly heard the conversation and, like his master, couldn’t figure it out.
Whenever he thought about how it was his act of murder and plunder that led the man to a fortuitous encounter, to revive from death and become even more powerful, and then to seek revenge on them, Huang Chen regretted it so much that he felt green with envy.
Out of all the mistakes, provoking Jiang Tang was the worst.
He seemed like an ordinary Servant Disciple, yet he harbored two magical treasures.
It was his unwillingness to accept his loss that had driven him to murder and plunder.
How could he expect things to escalate to this point?
He had not considered that Jiang Tang might be hiding a pet.
Perhaps that was how he survived the crushing blow of such a powerful magical treasure without perishing; it must have been the pet that saved him.
Huang Chen was frustrated by how lucky Jiang Tang seemed to be.
He should have been the favored son of heaven, the child of destiny.
A nobody had a pet and became so strong; how did he do it?
Huang Chen wanted to verify for himself exactly how Jiang Tang had managed to defy the heavens.
Unfortunately, his enemies had abandoned him here, leaving him no way out and not killing him immediately.
Without seeing his enemy, he didn’t know how powerful the opponent had become, which rendered the strategy of knowing the enemy and knowing oneself for victory unfeasible.
“Very well, so it was you who brought that human here.
You deserve a beating.”
Another monkey felt comfortable being the king but was perplexingly harassed by the human being because of this one.
Once it understood that it was another monkey that had caused the trouble,
it put down the Taoist and started beating the other monkey’s soul?
The Taoist only felt a sudden relief as the two identical monkey souls fought each other and ignored him, which gave him a chance to escape.
Given the opportunity, he wouldn’t miss it—he only hated that he couldn’t run faster and sought to hide.
The Taoist dared not be impudent anymore; it was his impudence that had caused trouble.
Glancing at his disciples who were watching the commotion from a distance, he seethed with resentment.
He should have refused to help them enter, letting their souls vanish from the world.
The Taoist now hated Huang Chen the most.
Despite owning a magical treasure that could be of help, he did nothing.
He could have hidden both himself and his disciple from the bullying of humans and Demonic Beasts.
Watching him get bullied by monkeys and doing nothing—he regretted taking on such a disciple!
The Taoist hated Huang Chen even more for being untouchable—neither beatable nor killable—in this uncontrollable space; he could only fend for himself.
What would tomorrow bring?
It was another worry.
The pills for healing wounds on the mountain were running low and couldn’t withstand more injuries.
In recent times, he had discovered the rhythm of life here and seemed able to progress in cultivation from within this magical treasure.
He even speculated whether it was the worship of this magical treasure in the past that had prevented his abilities from growing stronger.
How come he had not known before that there were Spirit Grasses inside and that the light of the red moon could enhance strength?
The Immortal Lord’s bones, which grew weaker with each clash, had dissipated.
The Storage Bag had held several sets of Immortal Sect garments, which were gradually torn to shreds in repeated fights—set after set of clothes.
Now, his clothes were riddled with holes, even more ragged than a beggar’s.
Fortunately, he still had the ability to mend them, covering the important parts.
Otherwise, it would have been quite embarrassing—he felt like he had lost all face.
He noticed that some of the female ghosts he had brought in had become higher-level Ghost Cultivators and turned into lascivious spirits.
They often teased him at night, challenging his willpower.
The Taoist was already in his fifties, and although he had been with women and had once hoped to raise Cai Xiangxiang to be his Cauldron, that wish had not yet been fulfilled.
He could not overcome his own inhibitions to form a marriage bond with a ghost.
He did not believe the female ghosts he had killed would fall for him; certainly, they were setting traps, seeking his life.
In order to survive, the Taoist no longer had the nonchalance or lust he once had.
He had become a stray dog in the Hell Palace, constantly hiding, more pitiable than ants—and perhaps even worse off than ants.
The other lower-ranking Demonic Beasts in Hell Palace sometimes suffered bullying and were easily killed.
But even so, there were rules for survival within, and despite being fraught with danger, if they were cautious, they could still proliferate.
The Taoist felt that his biggest shortcoming was that he was the only living human in this space.
His scent would attract the attention of all living creatures, who would go out of their way to trouble him.
Those who troubled him had other reasons beyond eating him.
Perhaps it was due to the disputes he had caused before in Hell Palace.
The ghosts and beasts that had caught his scent had launched a frenzied counterattack after his imprisonment.
That he had survived this long was already lucky.
This miserable and exhausting life of clinging to survival was not something he wanted but something he had to do.
If ants strive to live, why shouldn’t he, a living human who had once been a killing maniac?
He certainly wasn’t ready to die just like that.
All his former grand ambitions had come to naught.
He wanted to rise again—find an opportunity to escape or regain control over the magical treasure.
The Taoist always harbored such thoughts.
That’s why he kept hiding here and there just to stay alive.
He didn’t care about being the subject of ridicule anymore.