Chapter 141 A Country Bumpkin Makes a Fool of Himself in the City, The Correct Way to Use the Soul-Suppressing Nail
The small town in Southern Xinjiang was a transit hub for border tourism. As night fell...
Thousands of lights spread out, reflecting the earth into a brilliant galaxy of stars.
It was precisely amidst these lights of modern civilization that certain people's lack of belonging became even more apparent.
"Monster!"
In the magnificent lobby of a five-star hotel.
Su Qingling stared at the completely transparent sightseeing elevator, a Thunder Fire Talisman already pinched between her fingers, the edges of the Talisman faintly flickering with electricity.
The elevator doors slid open, and a couple stepped out. Su Qingling's entire body tensed up, assuming a defensive posture.
"This iron cage can swallow Mortals alive and spit them out from high altitudes; it must be a man-eating Essence Spirit recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas!
Wait for me to blast its true form with a bolt of Divine Thunder!"
"Stop!"
Qin San reacted as if facing a great enemy, grabbing her raised wrist as cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
He could feel the eyes of the entire lobby, including the receptionists' looks as if they were seeing monsters, all falling upon the two sisters.
There was no helping it; this pair of sisters was already breathtakingly beautiful, and now, having changed into simple white dresses, they looked even more like beings who did not belong to the Mortal world.
Coupled with this look of having never seen the world, people would believe it if they said they had undergone Transmigration.
After entering the penthouse suite, the mental state of the two did not improve.
"Sister!
Come quickly and look!"
Su Qingling pointed at the sleek TOTO toilet in the bathroom, her face full of novelty.
"There is actually a white jade precious basin here, containing a pool of clear water. Although it lacks Spiritual Qi, it is very clean.
Presumably, it is for distinguished guests to wash their hands and faces. The hospitality of the people down the mountain is quite sophisticated."
After saying that, she was about to scoop up a handful of water to splash on her face.
Although Su Qingwu was more steady than her sister, she could not remain calm at this moment.
She ignored the toilet and instead stared fixedly at the infrared security camera in the corner of the ceiling. Her long sword was already half-unsheathed, with Sword Qi faintly emerging.
"This object is shaped like a single eye with red light flowing inside, spying on us. It is some kind of monitoring formation!"
After she struck it down, a smug smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the endless stream of cars below, her eyes were filled with shock and confusion.
"Is this... the earthly Hell that Master spoke of, where hearts are sinister and demons run rampant?"
For twenty years, the world view that the demon had instilled in them, which had long since solidified, began to show its first crack amidst this prosperous scene that far exceeded their imagination.
"You will have to get used to it slowly."
Zhou Ran was sunk into a soft leather sofa, flipping through his phone without even looking up.
On the screen were the recent financial reports of the gym; the profit figures were quite considerable.
"Since you are following me, those days of living like an ascetic monk are over."
He gave orders casually.
"Qin San, take them and Feng Lili to the mall downstairs to buy some clothes they can wear out."
Zhou Ran calculated in his heart that these sisters didn't even have ID cards. How to bring them back to Jiang City, three thousand kilometers away, was a bit of a problem.
An hour later, inside a private room in the most high-end local restaurant.
Su Qingwu had chosen an off-white knitted long dress that perfectly outlined her slender figure, but she kept subconsciously feeling around her cuffs, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
"Do I have to wear this from now on?
It doesn't even have a hidden pocket for concealing Talismans and golden needles. If we are attacked, what should I do?"
Su Qingling was wearing denim overalls with a white T-shirt, looking full of youthful energy.
However, she kept twisting her body and complaining in a low voice:
"This material is hard and rough, and it restricts my limbs. I can't even kick my legs out when fighting. It's practically making me a sitting duck!"
When a table full of steaming delicacies from the mountains and seas was served, all complaints turned into the sounds of devouring like a whirlwind.
"Mmm..."
This soup called 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' is so delicious!"
Su Qingling's cheeks were stuffed full, and tears of happiness almost came down.
"It's much better than the Inedia Pills that Mas... that old bastard gave us!"
Su Qingwu's movements were slightly more reserved, but under the fierce offensive of the various delicacies, her defenses had long since collapsed, her chopsticks moving so fast they left afterimages in the air.
In contrast, only Bai Xuan behaved as if it were well-informed and experienced.
It was soaking in Zhou Ran's teacup.
Two fungal whiskers were elegantly propped on its waist, with a bowl of top-grade matsutake soup placed in front of it.
"Tch, truly two country bumpkins."
It skillfully took a sip, then curled its lips in disdain.
"The age of this matsutake is wrong. The folds of the Mushroom cap are too regular; one look and you can tell it's greenhouse-grown, artificially raised stuff.
Compared to those hundred-year-old pieces I nibbled on at Lao Mountain that were tainted with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, it's like the difference between clouds and mud."
Feng Lili and Qin San didn't dare to breathe loudly; one was busy rotating the dining table, and the other was focused on serving food to Zhou Ran, dutifully playing their roles as servants.
Zhou Ran didn't move his chopsticks.
After Foundation Establishment, mundane food no longer held much attraction for him.
Between his fingers, he was playing with a dark red long nail.
The Bone-Piercing Nail.
A vicious torture tool found in Master's storage ring, specifically used to lock a Cultivator's Collarbone and cripple their cultivation.
"Boss, the Mushroom soup with a thousand years of medicinal power is ready. Have a sip!"
At this time, Bai Xuan crawled out of the teacup, fawningly offering its own bathwater.
Although it was bathwater, it was also the essence of this Mushroom Spirit. Its effects on strengthening the body and improving cultivation were not something ordinary Medicinal Pills could compare to.
"Oh."
Zhou Ran put away the Bone-Piercing Nail and took a sip of the tea, then teased.
"Hmm, very fresh. It would be even better if you were stewed."
"Ah ha... Hehe, Boss is joking again."
Bai Xuan rubbed his hand slightly awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.
"Boss, are you interested in this Bone-Piercing Nail?"
"I'm thinking of something else."
Zhou Ran's gaze penetrated the walls, looking far off toward the capital three thousand kilometers away.
"soul suppressing nails."
As these three words were spoken, the noisy sound of clattering dishes in the private room came to an abrupt halt.
Bai Xuan, who was buried in its food, froze, and even the Su Sisters felt an invisible chill, causing them to subconsciously put down their chopsticks.
"The reason that old thing of the Song Family, who has lived for over two hundred and forty years, can hang on to his breath...
Is entirely because of the Wuji Sect's soul suppressing nails, which locked in the last bit of Yang Qi that was about to leave his body.
Only then did he have the ability to perform Possession."
Zhou Ran pressed Bai Xuan into the teacup and rubbed it for a bit, his tone flat.
"If I want to destroy the Song Family, I must first pull out those nails."
His voice paused, and his tone took on a hint of grimness.
"Bai Xuan."
"You call yourself the first doctoral advisor of laoshan. How much do you know about this kind of Magical Artifact that specifically targets souls?"
"Hehe, Boss, you've certainly asked the right Mushroom!"
Bai Xuan perked up, jumped out of the teacup, and with its two fungal whiskers behind its back, it paced back and forth on the smooth plate, putting on the air of an old scholar.
"These soul suppressing nails are very wicked!
Their original use wasn't for saving people, but for imprisoning evil ghosts and creating 'living dead'!"
A glint of light emerged from its small, mung-bean-like eyes as it recalled events from eight hundred years ago.
"Back then, there was a Soul Cultivator who called himself the 'Ghost King'. He used seven soul suppressing nails.
He forcibly nailed his three souls—Taiguang, Shuangling, and Youjing—and his seven spirits—Shigou, Queyin, Feidu, and Chuhui—into his Physical Body, hoping to use this to cultivate an immortal and indestructible Divine Ability..."
"Get to the point."
Zhou Ran flicked his finger, and a gust of Qi hit Bai Xuan's Mushroom cap, interrupting its long-winded speech.
"Ouch!"
Bai Xuan cried out in pain and didn't dare to keep him in suspense any longer.
"The point is, that guy suffered a Qi Deviation during his practice and was fed to an 'Yi' by me!
His remaining corpse happened to fall into my territory. I thought it shouldn't be wasted,
So I sucked his brains completely clean as fertilizer!"
Gag...
"You actually eat brains..."
Su Qingling gagged for a moment, the 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' she had just eaten churning in her stomach.
Zhou Ran didn't care about the disgusting process and keenly captured the key information.
"So, you inherited his memories and know the way to break it?"
"It's more than just breaking it!"
Bai Xuan jumped onto Zhou Ran's shoulder and lowered its voice, which was full of insidiousness and temptation.
"Boss, let me tell you, those soul suppressing nails actually have a matching forbidden secret technique called the 'Soul-Locking Covenant'!"
It gestured in the air with its fungal whiskers, getting more excited as it spoke.
"As long as you use your own essence blood as a guide at the moment of pulling out the nails, combined with specific hand seals and incantations, you can place your exclusive brand on the opponent's Divine Soul Origin!"
"At that time, whether that two-hundred-plus-year-old soul of the Song Family Old Ancestor has his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering on the spot, or is made to kneel down and be a watchdog for you, or even refined into an artifact spirit...
It will all be within a single thought of yours!"
Zhou Ran picked up his teacup, his consciousness inadvertently probing into his Sea of Consciousness.
He saw the faint remnant soul of the Ye Futian, curled into a ball and sleeping.
This method is wonderful!