Longzang

Chapter 106 I Have the Elixir of Immortality (Bonus Chapter 9)

Wei Yuan simply stuck his longsword into the bedside, grabbed the man's head, and directly sealed his sea of ​​consciousness with his Dao power. This man was extremely well hidden; there was only a faint light in his sea of ​​consciousness. However, Wei Yuan possessed the supernatural ability of listening, so he saw the faint light hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This guy is no ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator. He has hidden his Foundation Establishment almost flawlessly. If it weren't for the Immortal Lord's Feng Shui Array Plate capturing his cause and effect, even if Wei Yuan passed by face to face, he wouldn't be able to see anything unusual about him without special investigation. He would just think he was an ordinary Body Forging cultivator.

Now that Wei Yuan had seen his Dao Foundation, no matter how terrified this person acted, it was useless. It must be said, his acting was so realistic that even Wei Yuan began to doubt his own judgment. If generals like Liao Canjiang and Ren Youwei were here, they would have to learn from him in terms of acting skills.

However, overacting isn't good either; it can become a bit exaggerated. For example, Wei Yuan felt that he had clearly come to the door with the intention of seeking money, so why did this person act as if it were a matter worse than killing him?
However, the hidden foundation of the Dao cannot be faked, and the feng shui array of the Immortal Lord will not make mistakes. Wei Yuan sneered inwardly: Since you want to act, then let you act to your heart's content!

A Dao Foundation with its Sea of ​​Consciousness sealed is like a lump of clay in Wei Yuan's hands—he can mold it however he wants. Even the Immortal Foundation of the Bright King Palace can only be manipulated at will; all the struggles become his pleasure.

With a casual press, Wei Yuan unleashed an immense force, pinning the young cultivator down onto the bed with his back to the sky.

Unexpectedly, his struggle suddenly intensified several times over. A powerful force surged from nowhere, and like a fish leaping out of the water, he desperately jumped and twisted, managing to push aside Wei Yuan's large hand and flip over.

Wei Yuan was taken aback, but it didn't really matter which side was facing up; it was just a matter of timing. A thorough examination was necessary; Wei Yuan wouldn't feel at ease until he found all the hidden tricks and powerful magical artifacts on the man's body.

After settling him down, Wei Yuan reached into his chest and carefully felt around. His hand landed on a large patch of flesh.

Wei Yuan was taken aback. A woman?

The young cultivator blushed, biting his lower lip and looking away. Although he had suffered some humiliation, the other party now knew his true identity. Since they were into that kind of thing, they should let him go.

To everyone's surprise, Wei Yuan did not stop what he was doing.

Once you've established your Dao foundation, you'll have a plethora of Dao techniques at your disposal. They're so elaborate that even the storybooks at the Lying Flat Inn can be filled with them. Cultivators will only get more creative with them.

For example, many illusions can make people mistake the unreal for the real. That is, there is nothing there, but you can not only see it, but also touch and sense it, even though you are actually manipulating air. In some extremely sophisticated illusions, someone may even believe that they have been killed, and even if the thing that killed them does not exist, that person will actually die.

Illusion magic works like this, and Taoist arts and magical artifacts can achieve similar effects even more frequently. Even if Wei Yuan had indeed touched a piece of flesh, that's no reason to give up. This person is someone whose karma is locked by the Immortal Lord's array plate; she can't possibly be innocent. If Wei Yuan doesn't search her thoroughly, he might risk his life.

Searching a cultivator's body is different from searching an ordinary person's. A cultivator's body has many uses: some use it to cultivate their true form, some simply coat their real body with a shell, some refine a part of themselves into a magical artifact, and some even hide powerful magical artifacts within their bodies. For example, although the belt bestowed by the Immortal Lord was tied around Wei Yuan's waist, the silk thread was actually pulled out by Wei Yuan and sealed in his left hand. Anyone who only focused on pulling Wei Yuan's belt would have to taste the Immortal Lord's divine sense.

Besides, this person's appearance would only be considered handsome among men, and even more so among female cultivators. Wei Yuan had only ever seen immortal figures like Bao Yun and Ji Liuli since he was a child. If it were them... Wei Yuan immediately banished these thoughts from his mind; thinking too much about it would only invite trouble.

That said, even Wei Yuan himself was far more handsome than her. Therefore, in Wei Yuan's eyes, this person was no different from a piece of wood or stone. He didn't care what she thought; getting the work done was what mattered most. Just as the stories say, with such an ordinary appearance, she didn't deserve any cause or effect.

Wei Yuan searched meticulously and actually found quite a few magical artifacts, talismans, spiritual materials, and pills, quickly piling them up beside him. Moreover, the man had actually hidden several items inside his body, but none of them escaped Wei Yuan's clutches. Wei Yuan continued searching, while the man struggled more and more fiercely, his face turning from red to purple.

Why would Wei Yuan care how much a fish jumps around on a chopping board? Let's delve deeper.

Danger! !
A sudden sense of alarm flashed through Wei Yuan's mind; the level of danger was almost identical to facing the Northern Liao Snow Eagle! In that instant, Wei Yuan thought of many, many things…

Then he felt that Bei Liao Xueying couldn't kill him, so he wasn't in a hurry to use his Immortal Lord's divine sense.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, transforming into a deep, dilapidated hall. The pedestals on either side were empty, their contents unknown. In the center stood a statue, but its head and half a body were missing, leaving only the lower half. The broken statue was covered in dried blood. The hall was completely dark, save for a few beams of moonlight filtering through a half-open door and a gap in the roof.

The person and Wei Yuan appeared in the center of the hall, with Wei Yuan pressing her down as he searched her deeply. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; Wei Yuan was conscious, yet completely unable to move. On the person's body, the phantom of a stunningly beautiful woman in red opened her eyes, her pupils indifferent and devoid of emotion. She rose, cradled Wei Yuan's chin, and blew a chilling breath into his mouth and nose!

This breath was icy cold and filled with the power of incense and prayers, completely unlike the breath of a living person. This yin energy entered Wei Yuan's mouth and nose, then went straight into his sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a wisp of yin wind capable of annihilating all things and eroding his Dharma form!
The cold wind simply circled the vast land, unable to find anything to blow upon...

It clearly possessed a certain level of intelligence; at first, it instinctively tried to blow towards the ground, but immediately pulled back. Fortunately, it spotted the jade mountain, so it excitedly rushed over and blew hard onto it!
Mount Yushan remained unmoved.

The yin wind that could have severely damaged the Dharma Form vanished without a trace. Logically, it should have blown most easily towards the withered branch, but for some reason, the yin wind refused to blow there. However, with its gust, one of Wei Yuan's two newly acquired energies disappeared into thin air.

Suddenly, a spiritual light appeared in the red-clad woman's eyes, as if someone had looked deeply at Wei Yuan through her eyes before disappearing.

The dilapidated hall vanished, and the surroundings returned to the original room. The man was still being held down by Wei Yuan, maintaining his futile struggle. However, Wei Yuan felt a chill on his face as pieces of his fake beard and eyebrows fluttered down. All his disguises and magical techniques were blown away by a gust of cold wind from the woman in red.

That gust of yin wind was actually extremely powerful, ignoring Wei Yuan's physical body and entering his sea of ​​consciousness directly. Even a True Person's Dharma Image would be severely injured if it were hit, already showing a hint of a Celestial Lord's divine sense ignoring defenses. However, this method of directly attacking the Dao Foundation Dharma Image was like encountering its natural counter to Wei Yuan. A small wind meeting the earth could not blow it away, and even if it tried to blow it, it would only sweep the ground.

Even so, the yin wind still managed to disperse a wisp of Wei Yuan's luck, which was truly remarkable.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered something: why were there only two strands of luck left? Where did the other one go?

Startled for a moment, Wei Yuan quickened his pace, eager to finish searching the man quickly so he could return to find the guy next door. Although the guy next door was just a mortal, the fact that a wisp of celestial fortune had vanished meant he definitely harbored a great secret!
At this moment, the woman being held down stared fixedly at Wei Yuan's face, her struggles weakening considerably. She blushed and silently endured the pain until Wei Yuan finished.

Wei Yuan eventually found four or five more powerful magical artifacts on her body; it was truly unexpected that she could conceal so many things under her thin clothes.

Wei Yuan waved his hand, storing everything into his silken space. Then, he picked up the man and flew out the window towards the Tangping Inn. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan returned to the room in the next courtyard. The young man, whose body had been emptied, was lying in a starfish position, firmly stuck to the wall by his magic.

Wei Yuan put down the woman he was carrying, pointed to the bed, and said, "Go sit down properly and don't try anything funny."

"Okay." She nodded and obediently walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wei Yuan pulled up a chair and plopped down, looking back and forth at the two guys, growing angrier with each glance. He had painstakingly comprehended a secret technique and finally obtained three strands of luck, and before he could even finish a meal, two of them had inexplicably been used against him?
Wei Yuan grew increasingly resentful, especially towards the guy stuck to the wall.

This guy hasn't even started cultivating his bloodline, let alone reached the Daoist foundation. He's also cowardly, ignorant, and can read endlessly without restraint once he starts reading a storybook. At the time, Wei Yuan felt he couldn't come up with anything interesting, so he used Daoist magic to stick him to the wall. But because he was still a little worried, he added a layer of Qi seal before going to capture the second one with karmic connections.

In the short time it took to search him, this guy used up an entire strand of his Qi? Even the young master of the Liao clan didn't waste that much Qi!
Besides, it's just a body search, how long can it take?
This guy is clearly hiding something, trying to play dumb to take advantage of others. But now that he's in Wei Yuan's hands and sealed by fate, unless he's a Celestial Lord, he has no chance of turning things around. Since he wants to play dumb, Wei Yuan has decided to treat him like one.

Wei Yuan had plenty of ways to deal with people who were addicted to novels and stayed up all night. He drew his longsword and thrust it into the man's groin, the blade slicing through layers of clothing and leaving only a hair's breadth from the flesh.

"Speak! Who are you? If you utter even half a word of falsehood, I'll slice this little thing into pieces!" Wei Yuan's voice was fierce. This roar not only scared the person on the wall half to death, but also startled the person on the bed.

However, the woman on the bed, seeing this scene, felt it wasn't quite what she had expected. It seemed nothing had actually happened between the two. Could it be that this despicable sword-wielding fellow wasn't so bad after all?
The young man on the wall trembled like a leaf, but somehow he mustered the courage to straighten his neck and angrily ask, "Where am I small?"

But as he moved, his lower body brushed against the sword's edge, and he felt a chill that nearly scared him out of his wits. His courage vanished, and he cried out, "Your Majesty, spare me! I still have a bottle of elixir on me. Take one pill each morning, noon, and night, and it will cure all diseases!"

(End of this chapter)