One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 169 168: Agreement

A charcoal fire, a lamp, and a sick person lying on a recliner, wearing thick clothes and a sheepskin blanket. He looks like a person who is about to die at any time, but his eyes exude a terrifying look.

He seemed to want to see into the depths of Zhao Fuyun's heart, as if he wanted to see what Zhao Fuyun was thinking.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun also felt the power in his gaze. This was a person with a strong cultivation base. Among the foundation-building cultivators, Zhao Fuyun rarely saw people who could pose a threat to him. However, the sickly grocery store owner in front of him made him feel a little extraordinary.

His words sounded like both a question and an encouragement.

"You just need to tell me who he is." Zhao Fuyun said coldly. He didn't know what the man in front of him meant. He just wanted to sell the information to earn spirit stones. These words and thoughts were a bit too much.

"Well, since the customer has already paid and wants to know, I will tell you."

"The current emperor has eighty-one sons and seventy-two daughters. This person is the forty-third son of the emperor. He practices the 'Seven Transformations of True Blood'. By practicing this method, every time a kind of true spiritual blood is absorbed, one can be promoted to a higher level. The White Snake and Zhuang Xinyan in Panshe Mountain are both his targets." The shopkeeper pulled his sheepskin blanket and said slowly.

As he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Zhao Fuyun, as if he wanted to see if this man in front of him who was so generous with his spirit stones would be afraid.

He had seen many people who were angry at first and wanted to beat or kill someone, but immediately lost their temper after hearing the other person's background.

When Zhao Fuyun was reading in the mountains, he came across a book that introduced various cultivation methods in this land. Among them was the "Seven Transformations of True Blood". This method was developed during the reign of Emperor Wu of Zhou.

Because when Emperor Wu of Zhou conquered the demon realm and the kingdom of gods, he harvested a lot of demon blood and god blood.

Therefore, Emperor Wu of Zhou created the "Seven Transformations of True Blood" based on the skills of his predecessors.

This 'true blood' has a similar effect to 'true evil'. It is integrated into the human body, generates talismans, and condenses the Dharma nature.

After growing up, many demons and spirits cultivate the Dharma nature in their blood into magical powers and spells.

And this true blood requires this kind of bloodline.

Zhao Fuyun thought that Zhuang Xinyan was still at the Xuan Guang realm and could transform into a cat.

This is the awakening of true blood, but he is being targeted by someone.

"Don't tell me about this person's background. Just tell me his name and appearance." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Zhou Xing, whose courtesy name is Jianzu, was given to him by the current emperor, who thought he was very much like the founding ancestor, so he was named Jianzu." said the shopkeeper.

"Okay, I want to see you too." Zhao Fuyun said.

"He has a man following him, named Si Songnian, a Purple Mansion cultivator, who is always by his side to protect him. He is a member of the royal family, and every prince has one. In addition to him, there are guards he recruited himself, all of whom are at the foundation-building stage."

"And you, are alone." said the shopkeeper.

After hearing this, Zhao Fuyun sighed in his heart. If there really was a Purple Mansion cultivator protecting him every step of the way, then he would be helpless. If there were not only Purple Mansion cultivators but also other Foundation Establishment cultivators, then there would be no loopholes.

Zhao Fuyun turned around and left.

As he walked to the door, the shopkeeper behind him suddenly asked, "Sir, do you need me to introduce you to some friends?"

Zhao Fuyun stopped, turned around, squinted his eyes and looked at the sickly young shopkeeper, and said, "You dare to kill the prince?"

"I dare not. Isn't that what you want to do?" The shopkeeper said, "I know a few people who have a big grudge against Si Songnian."

Zhao Fuyun already understood what he meant. The other party's intention was very clear. He wanted him to help him deal with the guards around the forty-third prince Zhou Xing, while he would deal with the prince.

This man is so bold that he actually wants to kill the prince.

"You are so bold, aren't you afraid of killing all your clans?" Zhao Fuyun asked with a sneer. He could see clearly that this person wanted to use him.

"Those with nine clans are naturally afraid, but if there are no nine clans, what is there to be afraid of?" said the shopkeeper.

Zhao Fuyun turned around and walked back to the shopkeeper, looking down at him and staring into his eyes.

Fire appeared in his eyes, and the power of insight, breaking delusion, and other Dharmas in him were concentrated in his eyes.

The face of the shopkeeper lying on the chair became blurred in his eyes. The originally clear and pale face seemed to have turned into a cloud of mist.

The clouds blocked his vision, and the light in his eyes flickered again. When the clouds parted, he saw the 'real face' beneath the clouds, a strange face that looked like it was drawn with ink.

But the face was painted on a white mask.

Those eyes clearly looked like they were painted on the mask, but at this moment Zhao Fuyun saw anger rising in them.

After being in this grocery store for so long, this was the first time he saw such strong emotions in this person's eyes.

"If you don't want your eyes, I can dig them out for you."

He sat up, his voice as cold as the winter wind.

Zhao Fuyun took a chair from the side and sat down. He looked at the shopkeeper and said, "What is your relationship with Lady Bai?"

Although Zhao Fuyun did not see the other person's true face, he still felt a strange breath when the other person's eyes, like dots, were filled with anger.

If he was not mistaken, it was evil spirit.

There will always be a difference between the aura of a human and that of a monster. Although the higher the level, the more similar the aura between humans and monsters, at low levels, the creatures in the wilderness have a fishy smell.

If they are herbivorous creatures, there will be a scent of grass and trees, and they are closer to nature.

But no matter how close they are to nature, they can't avoid the fishy smell on them.

And Zhao Fuyun also felt the coldness coming from him.

The shopkeeper seemed to be suppressing the anger in his heart. He looked at Zhao Fuyun and did not answer for a moment.

"Killing the prince is a serious crime. Why did you want to kill the prince?" Zhao Fuyun continued to ask.

"It's none of your business. If you don't dare, just get out," said the shopkeeper.

Zhao Fuyun didn't want to leave. He said, "To do great things, everyone must have a certain understanding. I don't have any hatred with the prince, but my friend is in trouble because of other things, so I am a little interested. What about you? Why are you interested?"

"I only spent so many spirit stones to introduce you because you are a guest." The shopkeeper seemed to have suppressed his anger. He lay back on the recliner and covered himself with the sheepskin blanket.

"No, you are not. The place where I grew up made me very sensitive to certain emotions. I can feel your anger and hatred towards the prince, even though you hide it well." Zhao Fuyun said.

The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Fuyun in silence. After a while, he said, "Reading people's faces is a skill of the weak. What ability do you have to stay here?"

Obviously, he wanted to see what Zhao Fuyun had before deciding what to do next.

Zhao Fuyun did not say anything, but stretched out his fingers and pinched the fire in the stove next to him. A little fire was pinched on his fingertips, and a little red flame covered the sword finger, which was subtle but rich.

He slowly pointed the sword towards the shopkeeper. At that moment, the shopkeeper felt the flame on Zhao Fuyun's sword finger, which turned into a thousand-foot-long flame, piercing towards the earth and covering the sky and the earth.

It was like an illusion, yet it was so real. He felt the heat and the will to burn everything.

However, he was still worried. In his opinion, many people had relatively high realms, but their fighting skills and magic techniques were very poor, so he also pointed out.

The finger he pointed out was crystal clear, but in the boundless flames, it suddenly turned into a snake. The snake's mouth opened wide, and a huge force emerged out of nowhere, and the flames in the sky were sucked into the snake's mouth.

But the snake's tail flipped over and fell from the sky, like a jade rope, towards Zhao Fuyun.

Many people lack flexibility in fighting because they have few experiences in fighting. When their spells are restrained and counterattacked by others, they will be flustered and can only use 50% or 60% of their full ability.

However, the moment the rope-like snake tail wrapped around Zhao Fuyun, there was nothing there, only a flame that dissipated and instantly turned into a wave of fire, rushing towards the big mouth of the snake head.

Another spell appeared: "Burn!"

As the curse was uttered, he felt the flame change. The flame became as thin as a needle. He retracted his hand instantly, and the huge snake head disappeared.

The flames disappeared at the same time.

In this room, the vibrating Dharma light within a very small range quickly disappeared.

Zhao Fuyun was still sitting there, and the shopkeeper was still lying there.

But the shopkeeper was looking at his right index finger. The tip of his crystal-clear finger was a little red, as if it was burned.

"Flame, good." said the shopkeeper.

"If this is all you have, then I will leave. Who can lead the prince away from his purple palace?" Zhao Fuyun said.

"I." said the shopkeeper.

"You, you can't be like this, Purple Mansion cultivator. It's useless to have more people like you." Zhao Fuyun thought of his master Xun, Yu Chenguang, and Ma Sanhu. He felt that for himself and the man in front of him, facing Purple Mansion, it would be good enough to be alive, let alone leading them away.

"Don't worry, I can lure him away. But after I lead Zifu away, can you kill the man when there is a foundation-building cultivator beside him?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Why do you have to kill him?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"There are living beings in the world. Why can humans take whatever they want from other beings? Since they are all living beings with intelligence, they are equal." The shopkeeper said, looking into Zhao Fuyun's eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun felt that what he said was very right. If the snake demon was regarded as a human being, then he should not take its real blood to practice. However, Zhuang Xinyan, who had the blood of a cat demon, was a real human.

So Zhao Fuyun said: "We need to pay attention to how many people are around the other party. If there are many people, it will be difficult. If there are not many people, there will be a chance."

And he was also speculating about this person in his heart.

"Then let's go to Panshe Mountain at daybreak, I will lure away Zifu who is beside the prince, and you go and kill the prince." said the shopkeeper.

"Okay." Zhao Fuyun replied.

So the two of them agreed on a rough time.

Just like that, he came out, without any other contracts, because both of them knew that they needed to wait for the opportunity and see the situation.

Moreover, Zhao Fuyun was also very clear that he had been constantly asking for spirit stones just to test him, to see if he was just asking casually or if he had the determination.

Zhao Fuyun was also testing the other party's identity. After testing each other, they found that they did not seem to care much about the identity of Prince Zhou Xing. This alone laid the foundation for cooperation.

Zhao Fuyun went out of the door and did not return to the banker's house. Instead, he walked into the darkness, then rubbed his face with his hands, and then changed his clothes. He suddenly turned into a young man with a flat face.

The clothes he was wearing were simple Taoist robes, which were worn by most casual cultivators nowadays. There were no Dharma symbols attached to the robes.

He went straight to Panshe Mountain, and at dawn, he had reached the edge of the mountain.

We traveled over a hundred miles in the middle of the night.

Then he took out a stack of talisman paper and a talisman pen on a large bluestone in the sunshine.

This talisman paper and talisman pen were both given by Jin Xiuzhi from Mount Li. They are top-quality talisman pens, and the talisman ink is also top-quality talisman ink that he has never used before.

There are many types of talisman ink. His piece of talisman ink contains a strong yang energy and is the best quality for writing red flame talismans.

He spread it out on the bluestone, then collected some dew on the leaves and rubbed them open. Then he bent down and began to draw talismans on the talisman paper spread on the bluestone.

The sunlight seemed to condense under the tip of his pen, flowing along the talisman ink to the talisman paper.

The talisman pen flowed, the talisman patterns were outlined, and soon a fire talisman was drawn. However, after finishing this stroke, he still did not stop, but wrote magic spells and divine talismans next to it.

This talisman has more spells than ordinary fire talismans.

The spell was a decree, and the name on the talisman was still Red Flame Divine Lord.

He put the talisman paper aside. A gust of wind blew, but the talisman paper did not move at all.

Only the flame-like light of Dharma is emanating.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out: "Sister, someone is drawing talismans here! Let's go and take a look."

The voice was crisp, and after it was spoken, it ran towards Zhao Fuyun.

"Don't disturb others from drawing talismans."

This was obviously the elder sister's voice. It sounded very gentle. As soon as you heard this voice, you knew that she couldn't control her younger sister.

"I'll just take a look and not say anything. I won't disturb him." As the sister spoke, she had already come behind Zhao Fuyun. Zhao Fuyun did not stand up, and his hands still did not stop.

She looked at the talisman placed aside, waved her hand quickly, and said in a low voice: "Sister, come and see, this talisman is so special, I have never seen it before."

A female cultivator in an apricot yellow Taoist robe also came over. She didn't want to look at it at first, as she felt that looking at other people's talismans was also considered stealing their knowledge, so she couldn't help but take a look.

At just one glance, she felt a burst of blazing fire coming towards her.

"Hey, are you the one with the big pancake face? You're not dead. What a coincidence, I met you here."

The younger sister bent down and saw Zhao Fuyun's face, and said in surprise.

Zhao Fuyun took a deep breath and tried to steady the magic power in his writing so that it would not collapse.

(End of this chapter)