Cultivating Immortals in Two Worlds: From Qing Fu to Primordial Chaos

Chapter 36: Boy, Taoist, Dog

On the ridges of the fields, the cold wind of early winter was howling, damp and chilly.

Yang Huai had made great progress in practicing the Xiao Zhou Tian Mental Method, so he was not afraid of the slight chill.

Instead, he was very interested at this moment. In the bleak cold wind, looking at the neat, green ridges of fields, he felt an indescribable joy.

Before he knew it, he could see the slightly blurry Yang family enclosure in the distance.

At this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he looked behind him, only to see a ray of cold light suddenly floating behind him. He slightly moved to the side, and saw a sneaky paper man holding a knife coming and passing by his waist. The coldness was piercing, and Yang Huai looked down, only to see that the clothes around his waist had been cut open.

"How dare you ruin my new clothes?"

Yang Huai was furious. He had very few new clothes in his life. This one was the one he chose for his wedding, and now it was torn.

At this time, in the deep cold wind, pieces of paper like flying autumn leaves were seen coming with paper knives, and there were a lot of them.

"roll!"

With a roar, blood and energy burst out from Yang Huai's body, as if a strong red light burst out from his body. Then, the paper figures flying over were like saplings in a storm. They were uprooted one by one and turned into ashes in the storm of blood and fire.

In the flying ashes, there were faint and obscure wailing sounds coming from it, and wisps of ghostly shadows could be seen being annihilated in the shock wave of pure yang energy and blood.

At this moment, a sighing voice came from the wind in the distance.

"With such energy and blood, no wonder he was able to kill Lao Wu?!"

"Who is Lao Wu?"

Yang Huai frowned as he looked at a wretched old Taoist priest who flew out from the dry grass next to him!

He doesn't know this Taoist!

But this old Taoist priest was quite vicious and actually ambushed him. Fortunately, he had an innate keen spiritual perception, otherwise he would have been stabbed in the kidney!

He took another look at the big hole on his waist, and there was a cold star in the depths of his eyes.

The Wild Dog Taoist looked the young man in front of him up and down. His eyes became more and more satisfied, but he tried to explain the other person's doubts with good intentions.

"It was you who killed the peddler!"

Yang Huai frowned slightly, it seemed that the peddler was indeed a spy for some bandit.

The Wild Dog Taoist glanced at Yang Huai and then said.

"In fact, I should say that you killed well...!!"

With a slight smile, he stopped talking in an instant and said.

"Forget it. His death is a good thing. To thank you, I have decided to bring your flesh back and scrape it off inch by inch to feed my Dog King. This is also a way to repay your kindness!"

He said the most relaxed words, but murderous intent was revealed in the depths of his eyes. A low whimpering sound was heard from the depths of the autumn grass that was as tall as a person next to him. Yang Huai glanced into the grass and then sneered.

"You may sound quite arrogant, but it's probably your old bones that will be buried today!"

There was a hint of coldness in the depths of Yang Huai's eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to circulate the magic power in his body to condense a Gengjin spear to pierce the old Taoist's heart. But then he remembered that he was unable to bring the magic power with him, as he had just mastered the Zhoutian Heart Method.

With a thought, the old Taoist master also saw the clue. He waved his hand and took out a poisonous vine whip covered with black hair from his bag. It turned into a long snake and swept towards Yang Huai like lightning.

It was too late to turn around now. Yang Huai's expression remained unchanged, but a layer of fine golden light quickly formed around his body, forming a golden round shield blocking in front of him.

Small Vajra Mantra!

The Small Vajra Mantra is formed through meditation with the power of the soul, and it also utilizes the power of the soul, so it can be used.

There are other spiritual arts that can also be used.

The poison vine whip fell under the golden shield, making a sound like huge rocks colliding, and even carrying a little bit of black smoke, but it was all blocked by the golden light, and only the golden round shield made a sizzling sound.

It is obviously extremely corrosive and toxic.

"This is……"

Looking at the rising golden light, Wild Dog Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed. The man in front of him was not the reckless man he had imagined, but he could also perform Taoist magic?

Just as he was about to continue using his magic, suddenly all the hairs on his body stood up, and his soul felt a hint of extreme danger. He was about to cast a spell to escape.

"kill!"

In the distance, Yang Huai's eyes suddenly opened, and two white rays of light suddenly shot out into the air, locking onto the eyes of the Wild Dog Taoist. With just a slight turn, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly widened with horror. The next moment, he was about to jump back and fell to the ground with a bang, but his soul had been nailed to death by the Soul-Fixing and Soul-Severing Technique.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a strong evil wind swept in from the deep grass and was behind Yang Huai in an instant.

Yang Huai frowned.

boom!
The next moment, there was a loud bang, and his body swayed slightly. He heard several extremely unpleasant sounds of metal friction, and saw a bloody mouth biting fiercely on the golden shield rising behind him.

"court death!"

Yang Huai's eyes turned cold, and his blood and energy vibrated throughout his body, gathering into strength. He punched the Dog King in the waist, instantly sending it flying several meters away.

The vicious dog fell to the ground, and a thick black aura rose up from its body. A tiger soul was faintly visible inside it, causing the entire vicious dog to surge with black aura, and it was about to pounce again.

"What a loyal beast! I'll help you!"

The white light appeared again in the depths of Yang Huai's eyes, and instantly locked onto the Dog King. In an instant, the Dog King let out a wail, and the black air around his body dissipated, and his body fell to the ground.

After making sure that the man and the dog were completely dead, Yang Huai glanced around, held up the Dog King with one hand, and picked up the fallen old Taoist with the other hand, and flew into the depths of the thatched grass.

Not long after, deep in the mountains.

After some searching, and confirming that the wild dog Taoist didn't have anything valuable on him, Yang Huai had no choice but to bury him and the dog king in a deep pit in the mountains.

"It doesn't make sense at all. There aren't any secrets at all!"

On top of a deep mountain pit, Yang Huai looked at the deep pit filled with new soil below, with a hint of depression in his eyes.

There were some things in the Wild Dog Taoist's bag, including some paper figures, ink threads, poison vines, and poison darts, but in his opinion, none of them were useful and were not as valuable as the Dog King. Just thinking that the Dog King might have eaten humans, he directly performed a physical salvation on him.

But if you think about it carefully, even if you can find some vicious magic in this wild dog Taoist, can it be comparable to the soul-fixing and spirit-severing technique he is practicing now, as well as the Suiren spirit-visualization method? Even if those evil techniques are practiced, they can only make his life complicated.

Yang Huai immediately put aside these distracting thoughts and felt a little excited at the same time.

The two special skills I got from Feng Ying are very handy to use.

However, according to the records on the Soul-fixing and Zanpakujutsu, a fully-developed Soul-fixing and Zanpakujutsu can harm a shin.

Killing a bystander is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

At the same time, after this battle, Yang Huai also vaguely discovered the characteristics of these side-door cultivators. They seemed to be inclined to practice in the direction of the soul, and their physical strength might not be as good as the Nine Heavens Orthodox cultivators mentioned by Yuan Xiuxiu.

Comparing the two, a preliminary impression emerged in Yang Huai's mind.

The Right Way of the Nine Heavens: Full of essence, with a sound soul foundation, capable of charging into battle and carrying mountains, and possessing all kinds of magical powers in literature, unpredictable.

The unorthodox sorcerer: He is physically weak and out of breath, and relies entirely on his spirit and all kinds of strange, vicious and powerful magic to commit crimes?

Yang Huai didn't know that this idea was biased, but if it was really as he thought, the inheritance of the Nine Heavens Righteous Way must be more advanced than he imagined.

Perhaps it is more complete and more powerful than the Taoist traditions passed down by the Xihuang Kingdom?
"At least that's the case now. The inheritance of the Xihuang Kingdom is mostly biased towards the soul foundation, unlike here, which seems to have both, similar to the way of the ancient gods?"

Yang Huai’s cultivation is too shallow now, and he has no way to confirm his own speculation. Perhaps he can only know the advantages and disadvantages of it after he has formally practiced the Small Zhoutian Heart Method to perfection.

After hastily burying the old Taoist, Yang Huai disappeared into the mountains and moved quickly towards the woods.

The appearance of Wild Dog Taoist made Yang Huai a little worried. He was worried that other people in the woods had suffered a great loss.

After all, they are the elders and fellow villagers, and among them are relatives within the five degrees of mourning, or playmates who grew up together in childhood.

Moreover, Yang Huai also wanted to capture one or two people alive and ask about the affairs of Hengling Village.

(End of this chapter)