438: Drawing talismans in the void! The Yangyan Exorcising Talisman!

Chapter 430: Void Realm Talisman Drawing! Yang Yan Evil-Slaying Talisman!

"Bold beast, how dare you act so presumptuously!"

When the Old Daoist Priest saw the scarlet wedding dress, his scalp tingled.

He was all too familiar with this malevolent entity—it was the "Blood Wedding Dress" that his Revered Master had personally subdued thirty years ago!

Back then, this female ghost was filled with overwhelming resentment. She had committed suicide in her wedding dress on her wedding night, transforming into a fierce ghost and slaughtering all seventy-three members of her husband's family.

By the time his Revered Master sensed something was wrong and rushed over, the entire mansion was already a river of blood.

If not for his Revered Master's compassion for the heavens' virtue of cherishing life, and his decision to suppress her with the "Nine Revolutions Soul Sealing Seal," Ping'an Town would have likely become a ghost domain.

He never expected that after thirty years, this evil creature's Evil Qi had not only failed to dissipate but had grown even more ferocious.

The dense, almost solidified resentment emanating from the female ghost in the red wedding dress was palpable.

The Old Daoist Priest suppressed the fear in his heart. He pointed his peach wood sword at the female ghost and sternly shouted, "Since you are so stubborn, today this poor Daoist will act on behalf of Heaven and make your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"

Just as the Old Daoist Priest was preparing to deal with the wedding dress female ghost, another anomaly occurred!

The accumulated water on the ground suddenly seemed to come alive, turning an eerie, inky black. It spread rapidly like ink, staining the entire plaza's surface with filth.

Not far ahead, a puddle of black water churned violently, slowly coalescing into a human form.

It was a ragged, ugly man, with half his face bearing a bizarre smile, while the other half was merely stark white bone, with decaying flesh hanging from the skeleton, constantly dripping black water droplets.

"Water ghost!" The Old Daoist Priest gasped, his face growing even paler.

He recognized this water ghost as well—it was the malevolent entity that had continuously dragged people to their deaths in the river outside of town three years ago.

At that time, he and his Junior Brother had worked together to set up the "True Flame Locked Yin Formation" to capture it.

He never expected that today, these two most ferocious fierce ghosts would simultaneously break their Seal!

The red wedding dress female ghost seemed startled by the water ghost's appearance and slowly turned her head. The two fierce ghosts, one red and one black, one suspended in the air and the other treading water, formed an eerie standoff.

And their target was clearly Lu Xuan, who stood in the center of the plaza.

"Heaven and Earth, profound and vast; sun and moon, bright and clear; Li Fire shines in the Void Realm, evil spirits hide away; Talisman Fire True Lord, grant me Divine Light; Five Thunder Emissaries, guard all directions; burn Yin and dispel filth, righteous Qi soars high!"

"As urgent as the law dictates!"

Seeing the two great fierce ghosts appear simultaneously, the Old Daoist Priest knew it was a matter of life and death.

Ignoring his shock and terror, he bit his index finger, using his blood as a guide, and rapidly drew a crimson Talisman in the Void Realm.

As soon as the blood Talisman formed, it swiftly flew towards the pair of white candles on the altar.

The faint candlelight, which had stubbornly resisted the storm, exploded the moment it touched the Old Daoist Priest's blood Talisman—

"Boom!"

Golden light burst forth! The two candle flames transformed into golden light pillars over ten feet high, piercing through the torrential rain and illuminating the utterly dark Heaven and Earth as bright as day!

The scorching Yang Qi spread out, forcing the two fierce ghosts and the other escaped Yin souls to retreat several steps.

The Old Daoist Priest's hair and beard flew, his Daoist robe rustling in the golden light. He stood between the light pillars, forming hand Seals, like a Divine Being descended upon the Mortal World.

This "Blood Sacrifice Blazing Fire Golden Light Incantation" consumed thirty percent of his Spiritual Power, but at this moment, to suppress these two malevolent entities, the Old Daoist Priest couldn't afford to care about such things!

The golden light, like a scorching sun, lasted for only a few breaths, severely injuring all the evil spirits in the plaza.

The wedding dress female ghost let out a mournful wail, and wisps of white smoke rose from her scarlet wedding dress, as if being burned by an invisible flame.

The water ghost in the distance disintegrated even further, its half-smiling face twisted and deformed, rolling and roaring in the black water.

The other few Yin souls from the Ancient Tomb, who had just escaped from the Magical Artifacts, were instantly flung against the wall the moment the golden light swept over them.

Wisps of white smoke rose in the torrential rain, forming an eerie contrast with the inky black rain curtain. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt and decaying odors.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back in the pouring rain, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He observed with interest every gesture of the Old Daoist Priest's Void Realm Talisman drawing, the exquisite circulation of Qi and blood and the method of Spiritual Qi activation, which ultimately formed a powerful evil-slaying Talisman.

"I underestimated this Old Daoist," Lu Xuan mused to himself. "This level of Dao practice has already reached the Realm of an Earth Master, capable of barely mobilizing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and pushing his own vital essence to the extreme."

Thinking that he had previously threatened such a person with a firearm, Lu Xuan couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing—it turned out that it wasn't the Old Daoist Priest who was incompetent, but rather that Cultivators were unwilling to bother with mere mortals.

The practitioners of magic (mystical arts) in this world are divided into three Realms: Heavenly Revered Master, Earth Master, and Human Revered Master!

Human Revered Master—just entering the path, able to sense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and absorb it into oneself.

The saying, "Drawing Talismans without knowing the key invites laughter from ghosts and gods; drawing Talismans with knowledge of the key makes ghosts and gods cry out in alarm," is a true depiction of this Realm.

Opening the Yin and Yang Eye and sensing Qi are just basics; one still needs to rely on Talisman paper and cinnabar to drive away evil and break Evil Qi, at most being able to invite low-level Divine Beings for assistance.

Earth Master—like the Old Daoist Priest before him, able to survey Earth Veins, mobilize Earth Qi, and set up grand Feng Shui formations.

Even more remarkably, he can draw Talismans in the Void Realm using his own vital essence, without the need for external aids. Every word and action possesses immense Divine Might.

Heavenly Revered Master—according to the records in the "True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire," this Realm should be able to trigger Divine Might with one's own Spiritual Power, deduce heavenly secrets, and possess self-formed Divine Ability.

It's just that such individuals are as rare as Phoenix feathers and qilin horns in this world.

Perhaps it was because the Old Daoist Priest was old and weak, or perhaps these few malevolent entities were truly too powerful.

Although he guided the two golden light pillars with his peach wood sword, his figure swayed slightly in the rain. In just a few breaths, his face turned pale, and he gasped for breath, as if he would soon be utterly exhausted.

Just as the golden light was about to dissipate.

Lu Xuan casually raised his right hand, pointing his fingers like a sword. At some point, a small cut had appeared on his fingertip, and the seeping blood bead glowed with a faint golden light.

He just casually swiped in the air, without incantations or hand Seals.

In an instant, Heaven and Earth cleared!

The endless black clouds seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant hand, and a ray of scorching heavenly light pierced through the clouds, mixed with dazzling firelight.

At this moment, the torrential rain abruptly stopped. The last few drops of rainwater had not yet landed before they evaporated into mist.

The cold Evil Qi covering the plaza quickly receded, and the two ferocious ghost entities let out unprecedented, mournful screams.

In the blink of an eye, a ten-foot-tall illusory Talisman appeared in the air, densely covered with flowing golden runes.

Every character exuded an ancient and sacred, majestic aura.

The edges of this giant Talisman were burning with dazzling golden flames. The sacred, scorching, righteous Qi, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, completely dispelled the remaining Yin Qi.

The runes flowed erratically, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of Heaven and Earth. Even a sorcerer of the Earth Master Realm like the Old Daoist Priest was mesmerized and found it difficult to comprehend its profound mysteries.

"This... this is?" The Old Daoist Priest murmured, staring at the scene in stunned disbelief. His peach wood sword clattered to the ground.

Before all the Yin souls in the plaza could react, the illusory Talisman suddenly erupted with a light as scorching as the sun.

A flame, seemingly from the Void Realm, swept across the entire plaza—this evil-slaying True Fire caused no harm to physical objects; it was specifically for burning evil spirits and other ghostly entities.

The red wedding dress female ghost let out one last mournful wail and turned into green smoke in the golden flames.

The water ghost tried to escape into the ground, but was refined by the True Fire directly from the black water. The other Yin souls didn't even have a chance to struggle before they completely dissipated between Heaven and Earth.

The Old Daoist Priest gazed at the giant Talisman gradually fading in the air, finally recovering from his shock, and tremblingly said, "This is... the Yang Yan Evil-Slaying Talisman!"

"The one depicted on the murals in our Fu Yuan Temple Ancestral Master Hall... the Ancestral Master's renowned Talisman!"

"Once the Talisman is formed, Heaven and Earth slay evil, and righteous Qi pierces the long rainbow! The ancient texts record that this Talisman has been lost for several hundred years... Commander, you... you..."

At this moment, the Old Daoist Priest's words abruptly stopped. He looked at Lu Xuan's calm, unperturbed face, and an unbelievable thought exploded in his mind.

"It was I, this Old Daoist, who was muddled! It turns out the Ancestral Master has manifested! Hahaha!" The Old Daoist Priest was so excited that old tears streamed down his face. He prostrated himself before Lu Xuan.

"Zhang Daosheng, the thirtieth generation successor of Fu Yuan Temple, greets the Ancestral Master!"

Lu Xuan looked at the Old Daoist Priest kneeling on the ground, the corner of his mouth twitching imperceptibly.

He was too lazy to explain the misunderstanding. After all, the "True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire" originated from Fu Yuan Temple, so being recognized as the Ancestral Master's manifestation saved him a lot of trouble.

With this matter settled, the System points had accumulated quite a bit.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (7th Generation)

Realm: Earth Master (Perfection)

Cultivation Technique: True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire (7/9)

Points: 47802

Lu Xuan felt the unceasing true essence flowing within him. Tomorrow, he would explore that place where the white tiger held corpses once more—General Mountain.

The dark clouds covering the sky churned unwillingly, but ultimately could not resist the majestic Divine Might, and thus reluctantly dispersed.

The scorching sunlight once again reigned over the earth, baking the damp bluestone slabs and causing wisps of white steam to rise.

"Old Daoist, this purple Talisman is of no use to this Commander. I return it to you."

Lu Xuan gave the Old Daoist Priest a deep look and took out the yellowed Ancestral Master's purple Talisman.

Then, he casually took out a pale green jade pendant from his pocket.

Lu Xuan merely swiped his fingertip across the jade pendant. A drop of vital essence seeped into the jade, and a crimson stream of light flashed by.

A miniature Yang Yan Evil-Slaying Talisman was imprinted within it, subtly resonating with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

"This, I bestow upon you."

The two items were casually tossed over. The Old Daoist Priest hastily caught them with both hands.

When his fingers touched the warm, smooth jade pendant, he immediately felt the immense power it contained—several times purer than the Ancestral Master's Talisman, which had been passed down for hundreds of years in his Daoist temple!

Lu Xuan admired people like the Old Daoist Priest.

Although he could not become an orthodox Cultivator like the Old Daoist Priest, who was compassionate and sacrificed himself to defend the Dao.

Therefore, this jade pendant was a life-saving measure Lu Xuan left for the Old Daoist Priest.

If he truly encountered an evil spirit he couldn't defeat, the Talisman sealed within would manifest its Divine Might—this could also be considered a small compensation for today's forceful acquisition.

"Commander...?"

The Old Daoist Priest held the recovered Ancestral Master's purple Talisman and the warm jade pendant in both hands. When he looked up at Lu Xuan, his eyes were filled with an unbelievable daze.

How could this warlord, who oppressed the common people, so easily return the Ancestral Master's precious Talisman?

"Commander, wait!" The Old Daoist Priest suddenly snapped back to reality and hurried forward two steps, holding up the jade pendant with both hands. "This jade pendant is a treasure containing great fortune, it is truly too precious! How can this poor Daoist be worthy? I absolutely dare not accept such a heavy gift!"

Just as the Old Daoist Priest was about to catch up, holding the jade pendant, Lu Xuan didn't look back. He drew the Mauser pistol from his waist with a backhand motion.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several gunshots exploded on the bluestone slabs, and the splashing gravel (fragments of stone) hit the Old Daoist Priest's robes.

The scorching smell of gunpowder instantly permeated the air.

"Get lost, far away from this Commander. Things that this Commander gives away are never taken back."

The Old Daoist Priest still wanted to say that the jade pendant was too precious, but when he met Lu Xuan's eyes, all his words caught in his throat.

He was all too familiar with that look—it was the indifference of someone who regarded human lives as mere grass.

The Old Daoist Priest silently retreated two steps, clutching the jade pendant tightly in his palm.

Yes, these great warlords were ultimately ruthless killers. The shock brought by the Ancestral Master's manifestation just now almost made him forget this man's true nature.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the adjutant and Feng Shui Advisor, who had fled out of sight, along with the troops stationed at the town entrance, immediately sprang into action, surging back in a dense crowd.

Why were they suddenly so brave?

Naturally, the sky had cleared, the rain had stopped, and they all felt capable again!

The vast dark clouds had dispersed, the scorching sun hung in the sky, and Heaven and Earth were clear.

Since it was broad daylight under a clear sky, those demons and ghosts naturally dared not show themselves.

When else would be a better time to return and pledge loyalty to the Commander?

"Commander! Are you alright?" The adjutant rushed into the plaza first, looking around with a face full of "anxiety."

"Just now, your subordinate was about to lead men back to protect you, but I didn't expect the Commander's Divine Might to be unparalleled, and you have already..."

He suddenly trailed off mid-sentence. He saw that the plaza was scorched black, and the Old Daoist Priest stood alone.

Lu Xuan was slowly re-holstering his Mauser pistol, not even bothering to look at them.

"Go back and rest. Tomorrow, we will go to General Mountain again!"

"Ah?"

This time, not only the soldiers but also the adjutant and the Feng Shui Advisor were stunned—they had only returned from that ghostly place a few hours ago, and now they had to go again tomorrow?

The Commander's mind changed faster than June weather.

The adjutant was the first to react. He was already accustomed to this man's impulsive nature and immediately yelled, "Are you all deaf? The Commander has given an order, everyone back to camp! Hurry up, move!"

Engines roared, and dust rose again.

This army, which had arrived suddenly and departed hastily, thus left Fu Yuan Temple in a mighty procession.

The Old Daoist Priest watched the departing convoy, unconsciously touching the jade pendant in his embrace.

The convoy returned to their temporary residence—this imposing mansion originally belonged to Chen Mingyuan, a wealthy man in Ping'an Town.

Lu Xuan walked through the pavilions and terraces, guided by memory, heading directly to the main hall.

Bloody memories of this mansion surfaced in his mind: the original owner, Boss Chen, was a stubborn man of considerable integrity.

Earlier, at the welcoming banquet for the original owner, he had only presented some inexpensive local gifts.

Therefore, the original owner had been enraged, arbitrarily accused Chen Mingsheng of "colluding with bandits," and dragged him and his three sons out of town to be shot to death.

That wasn't all; he then seized Chen's beautiful wife and young daughter and claimed the mansion for himself.