nownovels Chapter 122 begins! What?! Are you kidding me?! Grandmaster, what are you doing?!
Chapter 122 begins! What?! Are you kidding me?! Grandmaster, what are you doing?!
Lu Yuan's roar, filled with a fierce and resolute will, poured into the cold ancestral tablet in his hand!
That faint yet pure understanding became the only spark that ignited divinity.
hum!
The divine card has come back to life.
A simple, unadorned ebony plaque with small, engraved, gold-filled characters:
[The True Man Who Responds to the Origin of the Nine Heavens and Enforces the Laws, the Heavenly Venerable Who Controls Thunder, the Golden Thunder Who Breaks Through Illusions, and the Position of the Nine Thunders].
Suddenly, a warm, ancient, yet vast aura, like a starry sea, burst forth in Lu Yuan's hands!
It was as if a deity who had been asleep for thousands of years had its eyelids gently stirred by the call of its closest blood relatives.
"Buzz..."
A faint, yet deeply resonant sound emanated from the memorial tablet.
Wherever the sound waves reached, the all-pervasive allure of the "goddess of beauty" instantly crumbled and dissipated.
The four people, who were engrossed in their obsession, were suddenly jolted awake!
They looked around blankly, their eyes regaining their clarity after their dazed state, completely forgetting what had just happened.
Immediately afterwards, the dim gold paint gradually lit up through the gaps in the engraved strokes on the memorial tablet.
That wasn't lightning, nor was it flame.
Instead, it is a warm, pale golden light, initially like the morning sun, and then as warm and lustrous as ancient jade.
The light initially remained confined to the memorial tablet itself.
But it spread rapidly, rising...
Immediately afterwards, in the void three feet in front of Lu Yuan, light began to weave and condense on its own.
It wasn't a figure drawn from bottom to top, but rather as if an invisible giant brush, dipped in the warm golden light, casually splashed a few strokes across the canvas of heaven and earth. First, a wisp of bluish-gray clothing, moving without wind, slightly lifted a corner, revealing a worn yet spotless white undergarment beneath. Then came a pair of cloth shoes that seemed to tread in mid-air, with layered soles and black cloth surfaces, simple and unadorned, yet firmly held three inches off the ground.
It felt as if the mountains and rivers beneath my feet were supporting me.
Then comes the body shape and silhouette.
He was tall and slender, standing with his hands behind his back.
Three strands of long, frosty white beard hung down naturally, swaying gently with some invisible rhythm.
His face was hidden behind the light and a faint, hazy mist, as if the dust of time had accumulated, making it difficult to see clearly.
Only in the position of his eyes, two gentle and peaceful yet deep and profound gazes, like ancient wells, could be faintly seen.
There are no specific facial features or realistic skin textures, only a concept of "existence" formed by the condensation of light, intention, and rhythm. The divine thought of the founding patriarch, Zhang Jiuting, manifests here.
The all-pervasive divine pressure and allure of beauty emanating from the goddess of beauty, striking directly at the soul.
Upon touching this area enveloped in warm, golden light, it vanishes like snowflakes after being splashed with boiling water.
The last trace of confusion on the faces of Xu Erxiao and the other three seemed to be completely washed away by a clear spring.
The four of them were completely astonished by the golden light that suddenly appeared high in the sky.
Even Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan were the same.
Despite being disciples of the Zhenlong Temple, they had never seen the image of their patriarch.
After all, even Lu Yuan was seeing it for the first time.
However, when the two saw Lu Yuan holding the ancestral master's tablet that was radiating golden light, they immediately understood something.
Their knees buckled, and they collapsed to their knees, their voices trembling as they screamed:
"Welcome, Grandmaster!!"
Lu Yuan stared at the illusory golden light and shadow in front of him, not yet having time to be shocked.
Mutation and regeneration!
Behind Zhang Jiuting, in the night sky, one after another, golden lights appeared!
One, ten, a hundred...
Densely packed, countless!
Countless golden figures, identical to Zhang Jiuting, stood with their hands behind their backs, forming a solemn and imposing array, silently standing behind Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan: "????"
Who else could it be but these?
Golden light and shadow stood silently beneath the moon.
They looked down at the "Goddess of Beauty".
She scrutinized Lu Yuan.
Fengtian City, Beihua Tower, Tianlong Temple Courtyard.
Crane-Patrol Celestial Venerable, who had been meditating in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically. He rushed out of the room, staring in horror at the horizon in the direction of Fallen Face Slope. When he saw that half of the sky was completely bathed in golden light, Crane-Patrol Celestial Venerable couldn't help but shout angrily:
"Holy shit!!!"
Bamboo forest behind Zhenlong Temple on Qixia Mountain.
The old man, reeking of alcohol, slowly woke up and groggily looked towards the horizon.
The next moment, his cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed, startled.
"Alas!!!!"
"Wait...why did they all come down?!"
The old man gasped, his voice trembling.
"Back then... I didn't manage to hire them all either!!"
Fengtian City, Beihua Tower, Wuqing Temple Courtyard.
Shen Jizhou and his junior brother Zhang Fuhai stared in astonishment at the night sky that was bathed in golden light.
It's not just them.
At this moment, everyone in the entire Fengtian City who was still awake was looking in the same direction.
The once pitch-black midnight sky was now completely bathed in golden light.
"hiss………"
Zhang Fuhai inhaled cold air through his teeth, his expression dazed.
"This scene...reminds me of thirty-three years ago..."
"Tianmu Mountain...that time with He Yin..."
As Shen Jizhou gazed at the breathtakingly magnificent scene on the horizon, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He remained silent for a long time.
"Just a place to nurture evil spirits..."
Even if something extraordinary happens...
"Surely it doesn't have to be... everyone coming down?"
"Their lineage... really treats Lu Yuan like a precious gem..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuhai grinned helplessly.
"No wonder, after all, he is a nineteen-year-old orthodox Celestial Master."
"Not to mention, last time Zhao Bing from Biyu Temple kicked Zhang Jiuting's spirit tablet, this kid dared to chop him up on the spot without saying a word..."
"This temper is probably just what that hot-tempered type like is looking for."
"Of course we have to treat it like a treasure..."
Shen Jizhou stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard for a while, then finally fell silent and turned to walk into the house.
"Get some rest. We need to prepare for the Heavenly Venerable Ceremony tomorrow."
Zhang Fuhai stood frozen in place, staring at the golden light on the distant horizon, then at his senior brother's retreating figure, and couldn't help but remind him:
"Senior brother, Shulan is still with Lu Yuan!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Jizhou paused slightly, then turned to look at Zhang Fuhai with an expression as if he were an idiot, and said:
Are you crazy?
"Zhang Jiuting has come down, what else could be wrong?"
"No matter what kind of thing they encounter, if Zhang Jiuting doesn't beat the crap out of them, then the other side has done their job clean."
"Why worry about nothing when you can eat salty radishes!"
After saying that, Shen Jizhou walked into the house with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Fuhai: …….
"……Too."
On Luoyan Slope.
Zhang Jiuting's light and shadow never "looked" at the goddess in the sky.
He merely raised his head slightly and glanced at the bright moon, which was distorted by the power of the goddess of beauty.
"Splash!"
An invisible sound, as if the heavens themselves were being washed by clear water, rolled through everyone's hearts.
The Moon Goddess's realm, which was as sticky as honey and contained all kinds of wonders, suddenly became clear and cool.
The distorted light and shadow were restored, and the viscous liquid dissipated.
It transformed back into ordinary, cool, and clear moonlight, which fell evenly upon the earth.
Beneath her feet lay a meticulously woven nebula and mist, blooming with glazed lotus flowers.
At this moment, it's like dewdrops falling under the scorching sun.
It evaporated completely without a sound.
Only an empty night sky remained.
The goddess of beauty was barefoot and suspended in mid-air, having lost all support.
For the first time, a genuine emotion flickered in her starry eyes.
It's not anger.
It wasn't fear either.
Rather, it was an almost bewildered, instinctive tremor.
Her skin was flawless, shimmering with iridescent light.
At this moment, it looks like the surface of a porcelain piece that has been scraped by an invisible, cold wind.
It dimmed instantly.
She lost all her magical brilliance.
All that remains is a cold, lifeless pallor inherent in the "object" itself.
She tried to maintain her "divine posture".
An attempt to reunite the rules of "beauty".
But behind Zhang Jiuting, there were countless illusory figures of past patriarchs, arranged in a formation.
At that moment, there was also an extremely slight movement.
They did not attack.
No spell was cast.
But... they all sighed in unison.
No sound.
But a collective will as vast as the sea, as heavy as a mountain, has transcended the long years.
Like an invisible curtain, it slowly descended.
This will is not directed at any one person.
It targets the entire Luoyanpo area.
This land has been "desecrated by evil magic and tainted by resentment".
It needs to carry out a fundamental rectification.
"When the Nine Heavens respond to the Origin, all evils retreat."
"The true master of the law has eyes that shine like torches."
"Thunder God, cleanse the demonic aura."
"The Golden Thunder that Shatters Illusions, Revealing Your True Self."
In the darkness, it seemed as if countless ancient and majestic voices were reciting simultaneously.
It also seemed to be something carried within Zhang Jiuting's divine sense.
The laws governing his divine title were operating on their own.
As this will descends
"Crack... crack crack..."
Fine cracks began to appear on the flawless surface of the goddess's body.
That was not caused by an external force.
Instead, it came from inside her body.
From the point where the countless vengeful spirits that constitute her divinity merge.
From the soul imprints of the six disciples of the Big Dipper Temple that she had just absorbed.
It collapsed spontaneously and uncontrollably.
There was no blood in the crack.
There was no light.
There were only wisps of grayish-black, viscous, glue-like resentment.
Like boiled pus, it struggled and howled.
It seeped out and dissipated in thin strands from the cracks.
Once these resentments leave the body...
Exposed to the "Pure Land of Laws" shrouded in the light and shadow of Zhang Jiuting and the patriarchs of past generations.
It immediately emitted a soft "hissing" sound.
It turned into wisps of smoke.
It was then purified and dissipated by an invisible force, returning to the world.
The goddess spoke.
It's not the ethereal, melodious, and soul-penetrating power of words from before.
Instead, it was a scream of unbearable pain!
She tried to raise her arms.
Trying to make a last-ditch effort.
But she only raised her arm an inch.
They froze in mid-air.
Because of Zhang Jiuting's presence, attention finally fell on her.
Just a glance.
There was no intent to kill.
There was no contempt.
There wasn't even a focused gaze on an opponent.
His gaze was gentle and peaceful, as deep as an ancient well.
It was as if I were looking at an object that was... misplaced.
I'm looking at a wisp of dust... that shouldn't be here.
But in that instant when their eyes met.
"boom!!!"
The entire body of the "Goddess of Beauty" suddenly burst forth with a blindingly pure golden light from the inside out!
That wasn't her own power.
It was in Zhang Jiuting's gaze that the true meaning of exorcising evil, belonging to the divine duty of "Golden Thunder of Breaking Illusions," was contained.
It was ignited inside her and exploded!
The golden light resembled countless tiny, sharp golden blades.
It burst forth from every crack in her body.
From the inside out, it revealed her perfect porcelain-like body.
Dismember, peel, and pulverize it piece by piece!
The outcome... is decided!
Lu Yuan was not surprised at all by the sight of the "God of Perfection" being treated like an ant before the patriarch.
For this vast and boundless land outside the Great Wall.
There are still too few Celestial Masters in the Taoist sect.
Among the top-tier combat power in the Taoist sect, not counting the "Celestial Venerable" who only represents a title.
There were only a little over two hundred Celestial Masters, including nine Grand Celestial Masters!
Distributed across the vast expanse of the four provinces outside the Great Wall, the number is pitifully small.
How could these two hundred-plus people possibly suppress all the evil spirits outside the Great Wall?
After all, evil spirits are not like humans who need to cultivate themselves gradually.
No matter how talented a Taoist priest may be, he is not comparable to Lu Yuan, a transmigrator with a system.
That would be his own old man, and Shen Shulan standing next to him.
Those were just a 26-year-old Celestial Master and a 27-year-old Celestial Master.
How can this be compared to evil spirits that can achieve this level by using various evil methods to bless and worship for more than ten years or even a few years?
Moreover, people have a lifespan.
Life is but a short hundred years.
Evil spirits, on the other hand, can accumulate spiritual power over decades, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.
In comparison, it seems that humans are no match for evil spirits.
But in reality, people still live peacefully on this land.
The reason for this is, of course, that although humans cannot live for a hundred years.
But human heritage and beliefs can be passed down for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years!
These local "spirits" and "thoughts" became the most basic kindling.
The complex and profound "principles" passed down through the ages regarding medicine, musical scales, thunder magic, lamp rituals, well worship, and astrology serve as the "spark" on top of the firewood.
The ancient wisdom and traditions of this land and its people are gently yet irresistibly guiding and transforming all the evil and defilement within. Of course, people will die, and even those who cultivate to become great celestial masters will die.
Although their physical bodies have perished, they have left behind countless legacies for future generations.
It is not just a series of spells, but a possibility for a "legal principle" to take root and continue in this place.
This is what inheritance is all about!
Human lifespan is short, but the Daoist tradition is eternal.
Incense is the fuel, wisdom is the fire.
It illuminates and corrects every perilous path taken by those who follow.
To put it simply and plainly...
Your ancestors will bless you!
Lu Yuan looked at the "Goddess of Beauty" that was about to shatter and thought that the matter was over.
However one
Just as those countless golden blades were about to completely shred the porcelain body of the "Goddess of Beauty" into nothingness.
Time seemed to have been gently turned back a notch by an invisible hand.
It's not a real time travel.
Rather, it was the golden light that burst forth, containing the true meaning of "breaking through illusion."
Its destructive process was forcibly halted and reversed.
The countless tiny golden blades did not disappear.
They suddenly hovered in the air.
Then, like a hundred rivers flowing into a single stream, it surged forward at an even faster pace than when it burst forth.
It rolled back.
It sank back into the cracked body of the "Goddess of Beauty"!
The golden light flowed back, and instead of causing further destruction, it did not.
It's more like the most exquisite adhesive.
Another example is the quenching liquid used when forging divine weapons.
He smoothed out and healed the hideous cracks on her body, one by one.
Then...
The "Goddess of Beauty" has been restored to her original state!
Lu Yuan: "????"
Everyone: "????"
no?!
What does this mean?!
Not killing them?!
At this moment, the "Goddess of Beauty," who was slumped on the ground, slightly parted her red lips.
Then, a dark red bead suddenly appeared in her mouth.
This……
What is this thing?
Lu Yuan was completely stunned, utterly bewildered.
But Tan Jiji, who was slumped to the side, was shocked by what she saw.
He whispered in a trembling voice:
"This...this is an evil seed!!!"
ha? ?
Lu Yuan immediately turned to look at Tan Jiji, his face full of questions:
"An evil...evil seed?"
"What is this thing??"
Tan Ji turned around and looked at Lu Yuan in utter astonishment.
"It's the thing the Ghost-Controlling Liu family used to control evil gods!!"
"Once the evil god is successfully created, no matter how powerful it is, as long as the evil seed exists, the Ghost-Controlling Liu family can control it!"
Lu Yuan blinked, somewhat bewildered.
For a moment, Lu Yuan recalled his encounter with the Wang family of the Death-Severing King.
Because the "Book of Evil Spirits" was destroyed by the braised chicken, the twenty-star evil spirit no longer listened to the hunchbacked old man.
It was precisely for this reason that Lu Yuan was spared from death.
The relationship between this evil seed and the evil god...
It should be the relationship between the "Book of Evil Spirits" and evil spirits.
That makes sense. Since the Ghost-Controlling Liu family raises evil gods, they must raise them to obey their commands.
Otherwise, what's the point?
And this so-called evil seed must be the unique family technique of the Ghost-Controlling Liu family, one of the ten families!
Before Lu Yuan could think any further, Tan Jiji stared at the scene before her as if she had seen a ghost, muttering to herself:
"But... but how can we forcibly separate the evil seed from the evil god's body..."
"Normally speaking... evil seeds and evil gods are one and the same..."
"It's absolutely impossible to peel it off..."
"...This...this doesn't make sense..."
Lu Yuan blinked upon hearing this.
It seems that the bond between the evil seed and the evil god is even stronger than the bond between the "Book of Evil Spirits" and evil spirits.
As for what Tan Jiji said—whether it makes sense or not…
Lu Yuan didn't take it seriously at all.
That's nonsense. What's the point of reasoning in this world?
Lu Yuan was simply wondering why the patriarch didn't just kill the "Goddess of Beauty" directly, but instead extracted the evil seed from her... The next second, before Lu Yuan could think any further, he realized something else entirely.
Crack!
A crisp sound!
Then the black evil seed shattered instantly!
Immediately afterwards, the shattered evil seed weathered away, emitting black smoke.
This black smoke was exposed in this "pure land of laws" built by the patriarch and countless patriarchs throughout history.
It instantly turned into wisps of green smoke.
It was completely purified, dissipated, and returned to the world.
The night sky was crystal clear.
On Luoyan Slope, all was quiet.
Only the pale golden light on the ebony memorial tablet in Lu Yuan's hand was slowly receding and dimming.
The light and shadow of the patriarch.
And behind him were countless illusory figures of past patriarchs.
As if having completed its mission, it began to fade away silently.
They left no words or thoughts.
Just as abrupt, magnificent, and undeniable as their arrival.
They just kept quiet, one after another.
It turned into specks of dissipating golden dust.
Melted into the moonlight, returned to nothingness.
Lu Yuan looked at the "Goddess of Beauty" who was slumped on the ground in the distance.
Then I looked up at the ancestral masters of all generations, who were gradually dispersing in the sky.
Lu Yuan: "????"
no………
Is he leaving already?!
This...this isn't right!
You guys aren't finished yet, are you?!
Why...why are they leaving already?!
What does this mean?!
In the end, only the tall, thin shadow of Zhang Jiuting remained high in the sky.
He disappeared completely.
The gaze hidden behind the light seemed to be extremely brief, almost imperceptible.
His gaze lingered on Lu Yuan for a moment.
There seemed to be approval in that glance.
There was scrutiny.
I have high expectations...
There was even a hint of slyness in his smile...
It's like a grandfather teasing his grandson...
finally……
The light and shadow completely dissipated.
Moonlight spilled down, and the barren slope remained silent.
Lu Yuan turned his head.
He watched as the person rose from the ground again.
The aura emanating from the "Goddess of Beauty" had not dissipated; in fact, it was even stronger than before.
"I fucking!!!"
The next instant, the "Goddess of Beauty's" beautiful eyes, as starry as the sky.
It instantly locked onto Lu Yuan.
Then, the "Goddess of Beauty" tilted her head slightly as she looked at Lu Yuan, and then, swaying her perfect body, she walked towards him with cat-like steps. Lu Yuan: "??????"
What?! Are you kidding me?!
What are you doing, Grandmaster?!