Put away your magical powers now!.

Chapter 279 [Huang Quan Yin]

Chapter 273 [The Guide to the Underworld]

The Soul-Suppressing Lamp is not very useful in combat, but... it is indeed a good thing for inheritance!

Why are the cultivation techniques of other cultivator lineages in this world, such as Chu Keqing's Cloud Sect, incomplete?

It may be a matter of passing down knowledge from generation to generation, but then one generation might not be able to do it, lacking talent or the necessary skills.

Then it continues to be passed down, but less is passed, or the wrong information is passed.

When the time comes to die, it will be a quick kick and the blink of an eye.

Later generations could only watch helplessly.

But the old Taoist priests have a soul-suppressing lamp!

"The generation of our sect's founders were exceptionally talented and achieved great success in cultivation."

After his death, his soul was placed in the Soul-Suppressing Lamp. Relying on the remnant soul of the ancestor, which was kept in the Soul-Suppressing Lamp, our sect's tradition has remained unchanged for three hundred years!
During those three hundred years, if any successor was unfamiliar with the cultivation method, they could summon the Soul-Suppressing Lamp and the spirit of the ancestor to descend and guide them through the maze.

Three hundred years later, the ancestor's soul power was exhausted and dissipated. However, during those three hundred years, with the ancestor protecting and guiding, geniuses naturally emerged in the sect. At that time, our sect produced a ninth-generation ancestor who was extremely talented. It is said that he cultivated to the third realm before dying of old age.

The ninth patriarch succeeded the founding patriarch, and after his death, his soul was placed in the Soul-Suppressing Lamp—relying on the souls of the ninth patriarch to guard the sect, our sect has been successfully passed down for more than two hundred years…”

Chen Yan sighed: "Compared to other sects' lineages, yours is already very lucky!"

The Soul-Suppressing Lamp is like a huge insurance policy for the inheritance of a sect!
If a genius emerges, their soul can remain within the sect after death, serving as a protector and guardian for the sect's successor, ensuring that the essence remains unchanged for hundreds of years.

And over the course of several hundred years, one can expect another genius to emerge from the sect!
Other sects don't have these conditions for inheritance.

The old Taoist priest smiled wryly and said, "As you say, fellow Taoist, we are indeed very lucky."

However, such good fortune also has its limits. When my master accepted me, the soul-suppressing lamp no longer contained the souls of my ancestors.

The power of the Soul-Suppressing Lamp's fire had been almost completely depleted several generations ago, and it could no longer contain a soul and nourish it with the power of the fire for hundreds of years as it used to.

So… if I hadn’t met a fellow Daoist who was willing to use this candle to replenish my soul power, my lineage would probably have been extinct.”

At this point, the old Taoist priest bowed respectfully to Chen Yan: "Fellow Daoist, I have another request. If you are willing to help, I am willing to offer up the entire inheritance of my sect!"

Chen Yan sighed: "I understand... You want me to find a successor for you so that your martial arts can be passed down?"

As he spoke, Chen Yan frowned and said, "You know that cultivation is not easy in this world. People with cultivation talent are one in ten thousand, and even among those with talent, there are varying degrees of talent. Finding someone with good talent who is suitable for your sect's cultivation method is not necessarily easy."

The old Taoist priest said solemnly, "Nothing can be forced. If we really can't find it, I will just consider it the will of Heaven. I only ask that you, my fellow Taoist, lend a hand and do your part. It would be my last effort for my sect."

Chen Yan nodded and said, "Alright! I can promise you that—if I find a suitable successor, I will help you find one. But let me make this clear: if you don't find one, don't blame me."

"That's only right!" The old Taoist priest maintained his composure perfectly.

Chen Yan stared at the old Taoist's remnant soul, looking it up, down, left, and right.

This guy isn't actually that useful to Chen Yan these days.

Unlike the little boy Donghai Sword Cultivator who was inside the candle—Donghai had already transformed into a ghost cultivator after his physical body was destroyed—he had a physical form.

So that's why I was able to summon the East Sea to save my life—it has a physical form, can cast spells, and can fight.

He's essentially a thug.

But this old Taoist priest...

He was too weak.

Now it's just a remnant soul, to put it bluntly...

This thing is just a projection right now!

Aside from talking and swaying around, he couldn't actually do anything or help himself.

but……

Chen Yan's heart stirred—the old Taoist priest did have some value after all.

"I asked you to come out today because there's something I want to ask you."

The old Taoist priest immediately nodded: "Please speak, fellow Taoist. I will tell you everything I know!"

"That day when we were dealing with the old ghost from the Li family, that little guy Shen Shiqi summoned you out, and the last supernatural power you used..." Chen Yan said, looking at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest seemed taken aback for a moment, but his subsequent reaction was rather strange.

The old Taoist priest remained silent for a while, then sighed, his expression showing some difficulty. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "The first thing you asked me to do, fellow Daoist, is something I should absolutely not refuse. But... I dare not hide it from you, fellow Daoist. That spell is not actually possessed by my sect, but rather..."

The old Taoist priest was taught that supernatural power by that young friend, but he had never practiced it himself. He only used the essence and blood power provided by that young friend to drive his soul power to unleash it at the last moment.

It's not that I'm unwilling to teach you, fellow Daoist, but that particular divine power is not mine, it is…

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan understood perfectly!

really!

"You don't need to worry about that. Before Shen Shiqi died... well, before he left, he left me a message, telling me to ask you for this magical technique."

I was afraid you wouldn't believe me, so I told you to pass on eight words of advice: "Enjoy life to the fullest, live life to the fullest."

Once you hear that, you'll naturally understand that it was he who relayed the message.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest's expression immediately relaxed, and his tone became much lighter: "Since that's the case, then it's easy to do! Please don't blame me, fellow Taoist. It's not that I'm unwilling, but I'm following in someone's footsteps and don't have his permission..."

Chen Yan smiled and waved his hand: "It's alright. You keep your promise and abide by morality. I will only think more highly of you. Why would I blame you?"

Then the old Taoist priest stopped smiling and recited the incantation for the last spell he used when dealing with the old ghost of the Li family.

After a few careful glances, Chen Yan nodded and said with a solemn expression, "There's nothing more to discuss today. You can go back now. You can spend the next few days carefully organizing the inheritance of your sect's cultivation techniques. Next time I summon you, I will take notes for you."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

After bowing, the old Taoist priest returned to the fire.

Chen Yan sat quietly in the room, repeatedly pondering the supernatural power and magic technique that the old Taoist priest had just mentioned.

This spell also has a strange name: "Yellow Springs Guide".

With a single strike, one's mind is shattered, and the deepest, most ingrained obsessions that one can never let go of in their life are severed!
This is a spell of the mental attack category.

Come to think of it, it doesn't seem to be very lethal.

But that old ghost from the Li family was someone with a broken body who relied on his obsession to control evil energy and cultivate.

Therefore, this kind of spell that directly attacks the mind and severs obsessions became a deadly poison for him.

but……

"This move seems to be better used as an aid to cultivation." The more Chen Yan thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

Cut off your obsession.

Slay your inner demons!

If your mind is filled with distracting thoughts and inner demons, then take a stab!

One slash, and my mind is cleared!
·
For the next few days, Chen Yan simply stayed at the hotel and didn't leave.

He attempted to cultivate the "Spiritual Reliance" manual.

That night, he suppressed his divine consciousness and primordial spirit, using the method in the "Sermon on the Divine Spirit" to actually sever a wisp of his primordial spirit!

He separated this wisp of divine consciousness and had it linger around his fingertips, just like a strand of hair.

Chen Yan stared intently at the wisp of his primordial spirit that had separated from him, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

This thing had clearly left my body, but when I looked at it now, it seemed to be connected to my mind, as if it were a part of my body!

However, Chen Yan dared not be distracted at the moment. He took a deep breath and walked to the windowsill of the room.

Here is a small glass box containing several ants crawling around inside, which Chen Yan caught during the day in the flower bed downstairs from the hotel.

Chen Yan attempted to infuse a wisp of his primordial spirit into it using the method of entrustment.

Soon, with a buzz, that wisp of primordial spirit came into contact with one of the thick ants and suddenly disappeared into it!

That wisp of primordial spirit instantly severed its sensory connection with its physical body!
However, Chen Yan noticed that the sturdy ant suddenly crawled to the edge of the glass box, stuck to it, and lay there quietly, facing him.

"You have a soul now. You recognize me and know who you are?" Chen Yan stared at the ant and suddenly said, "Can you hear me? If you understand, move."

The ant immediately crawled around twice and then returned to its original spot.

Chen Yan was overjoyed!

Done! !
He pointed at the ant and slowly said, "I am the original self, you are my clone, I am you, and you are me."

Now, experience your life as an ant, live it to the fullest! When the day comes for our return, we can naturally merge again.

After saying that, Chen Yan opened the window and placed the box outside the windowsill.

The ants in the box immediately crawled out and down the wall...

·
These past few days, Chen Yan has been releasing the old Taoist priest out of the candle flame for an hour and a half each day.

Then, using the paper and pen he had prepared, he copied down the old Taoist's dictation and several supernatural powers and spells, which were passed down through generations.

The old Taoist priest made it very clear that, in addition to asking Chen Yan to help find a successor, these techniques and spells were essentially being given to Chen Yan as a gift.

Chen Yan wasn't greedy for other people's cultivation techniques—his own Qi Circulation Technique was at the Venerable level, far superior to the old Taoist's method. However, he could never have too many spells.

In particular, the old Taoist priests had a few talisman techniques that Chen Yan had never learned before. This was a new way of learning and added a few new skills to Chen Yan's repertoire.

When Chen Yan was copying, if there was anything he didn't understand, he would ask the old Taoist priest to answer it on the spot.

Although the old Taoist priest was of average talent, he was over a hundred years old and had cultivated to the second realm.

He had already mastered the sect's techniques and spells to perfection. It was only due to his talent and circumstances that he was unable to advance to the third realm.

In this way, one speaks and the other copies; one teaches and the other learns.

In just three or four days, Chen Yan not only finished copying the old Taoist's techniques, but also learned three or four new spells—although they were not very difficult and their destructive power was only so-so.

However, to Chen Yan's delight, the old Taoist priest's family had actually passed down a sword technique!
To be precise, it is a kind of "magical sword technique".

It has no set moves; it's not that kind of martial art. Nor is it a flying sword technique.

However, it is possible to imbue weapons with magic.

It can temporarily achieve the effect of "enchanting".

When Chen Yan was fighting the old ghost of the Li family, he slapped the Six Yang Righteous Qi Talisman onto the blade of his sword. But that doesn't actually count as enchanting.

He only briefly inserted the talisman into the sword blade while it was burning, and then swung it out with the six yang energies.

The downside is its short duration. How long can a single burning talisman last? Ten seconds? Eight seconds? It's gone after it burns out!

Moreover, its power and effect are just so-so.

However, with this sword technique, Chen Yan successfully attached the "Six Yang Righteous Qi Talisman" spell directly to the sword after a day of trying!

This time, the effect of the coating lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
Of course, activating the enchantment effect and maintaining it for the duration both consume Chen Yan's energy.

The downside is that it's still a one-time thing.

Attaches a spell; can only be used once.

Of course, the duration of use and how long it lasts depends on your own willingness. If you are not afraid of consuming your vital energy, you can maintain it indefinitely until your vital energy is exhausted.

Considering the old Taoist's unorthodox lineage, obtaining such a complex spell was already an unexpected bonus.

Chen Yan felt that he had no reason to be greedy anymore.

·
Three days later, on that evening, Chen Yan was trying to practice one of the old Taoist's techniques, "Turning Water into Ice," under the old Taoist's supervision.

Suddenly, he felt a stirring in his heart, and a strange tremor occurred in his mind and spirit.

That unseen connection made Chen Yan gasp for breath.

He immediately realized what was happening, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "That's all for today, fellow Daoist, please go back and rest!"

The old Taoist priest was taken aback, but adhering to his identity, he did not ask any further questions. He immediately nodded to Chen Yan and flew into the Li Huo Zhu.

Chen Yan immediately threw the Fire Candle into his storage jade pendant.

He had already determined one thing: if the candle was placed outside, the old Taoist priest could sense the movements of the world outside the candle.

But once placed in the storage jade pendant, it becomes a separate small space, and the old Taoist priest was essentially placed into the storage space along with the candle.

He could no longer perceive any movement or activity outside the storage space.

Chen Yan didn't want anyone to know about his "spirit possession," not even the old Taoist priest who appeared to be very righteous.

In short, he respected and trusted the old Taoist priest.

However, he would never entrust his life and fortune to the morality of others!
·
After carefully storing the candles and the storage jade pendant, Chen Yan sat quietly in the room, holding his breath and slowly releasing his divine sense. Once his divine sense was open, he quietly sensed the world around him...

Suddenly, Chen Yan seemed to see a ray of light coming from outside the window. After entering the room, it seemed to be attracted by his body and came straight towards him!

With a whoosh, it disappeared into his forehead and between his eyebrows!

Instantly, Chen Yan felt a jolt in his mind, a sensation as if something foreign had suddenly been inserted into his body, which made him very uncomfortable.

It felt like a needle had been stuck in my brain!
It seemed as if someone had directly torn open his soul and forcibly injected many things into his memories and cognition that did not originally belong to his knowledge!
Chen Yan had already made preparations. He quickly followed the instructions in the "Spirit Transfer" technique, trying his best to suppress his discomfort and guide his primordial spirit to slowly absorb and integrate this foreign knowledge.

Nearly half an hour later, Chen Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The discomfort gradually subsided.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to carefully search for these external perceptions and memories...

·
Chen Yan "saw" himself, struggling to crawl in the soil. Ahead, his black ant companions were moving about. After he passed, an ant came over and extended its antennae.

After their tentacles touched, Chen Yan instantly sensed the other's intent.

Come help!
·
Chen Yan "saw" himself following dozens of ants, circling around the corpse of a dead insect in the soil. Then, one by one, they pounced on it, tearing off the insect's body with their strong pincers, and then carrying it on their backs, one after another, crawling into the distance...

·
Chen Yan "saw" himself crawling into the dark ant hole, handing over the "harvested food," and then lining up one by one to "pay homage" to the supreme being in the anthill—the queen ant.

Looking at the plump, white queen ant, Chen Yan felt a surge of reverence in his heart.

He received some rewards, or rather, food rations, which contained a large amount of formic acid.

He felt a sense of joy and happiness: the satisfaction and delight of reaping the rewards of hard work.

·
Chen Yan "saw" that under the sun, he was following a pair of ants crawling when suddenly a huge torrent of water fell from the sky.

They watched as their companions were scattered by the powerful current, and some were even swept away.

Chen Yan turned around and saw a colossal figure beside him, holding a hose and spraying water onto the soil of the flower bed.

Those were some mischievous children teasing the ants.

As one by one, its fellow ants were swept away, and others were swallowed by the water, it struggled desperately but in vain.

Some were swept away without a trace, and some were even dead...

The sounds of mischievous children laughing and joking echoed throughout...

Chen Yan felt anger, and a sorrow that was almost helpless!

·
He "saw" that a mischievous child had found the entrance to the ant hole and then poured a large amount of water into it.

Instantly, the ant hole was flooded, as if a mountain of gold had been overwhelmed by water.

He saw himself spinning helplessly around him, running in vain, with many companions running back and forth, passing by one by one, and some stopping to touch his antennae, conveying their emotions.

There was anger, helplessness, and confusion...

It's that kind of bewilderment, not understanding why.

·
That night, Chen Yan "saw" the being he most admired—the queen ant.

However, that was just the corpse of the queen ant.

The ant nest was filled with water and flooded.

Some worker ants carried the queen out, but unfortunately, she was already dead. She was soaked and didn't seem to be moving.

Chen Yan felt an endless sorrow. All the surviving ants were circling around the queen's corpse, refusing to leave.

At that moment, the thought that came to his mind was of the few children who had been playing with the gardener's water pipes during the day.

Yes, it was just a few children playing.

It destroyed the anthill, causing itself and so many of its companions to suffer annihilation! The goal was to kill the leader of all the ants, the mother, the queen ant.

The supreme being did not intend to kill you; it merely played around with you, yet you were destroyed!
My destruction of you has nothing to do with you?
Chen Yan sneered.

·
Chen Yan "saw" that he himself was running in the night, running in the grass of the flower bed, running on the soil.

He saw a tree ahead and thought he could climb it and perhaps follow his companions to find a place in the tree to make a nest. At least that place shouldn't be easily flooded.

He ran, he crawled...

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes!
His body was grabbed by something and wrapped up. His body, which was considered strong among the ants, gave him no chance to resist and was easily crushed!

Chen Yan knew that he was "dead".

A gecko quietly crawled past...

·
Chen Yan knew that his life as a "doppelganger" had come to an end.

Three days after he entrusted his primordial spirit to an ant, this intelligent ant only lived for three days.

But this kind of experience...

Strive hard, find satisfaction, and be full of hope.

Then came the annihilation of the tribe, wiped out by an overwhelming and irresistible force with a careless and indifferent attitude!
Witnessing the death of the mother leader, witnessing the death of her companions, witnessing the loss of her homeland.

Anger, resentment, helplessness, despair...

Finally, in his aimless wandering, he was killed by his natural enemy.

After absorbing this experience, Chen Yan suddenly found himself immersed in a strange emotion.

Chen Yan took a deep breath, silently recited the entire text of "The Treatise on the Transfer of Divine Power," sat cross-legged, and remained motionless, allowing himself to enter a state of deep meditation...

He sat there for a whole day and night!
·
(End of this chapter)