Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 429 The Perfected Earth Master! The Vengeful Ghost in the Red Wedding Dress!

"Someone, move these things outside."

At Lu Xuan's command, the soldiers waiting outside the courtyard gate immediately filed in, and more than a dozen strong men poured in.

The adjutant and the feng shui master took the lead, approaching with fawning smiles. The adjutant quickly bowed and asked, "General, what are your orders? Which items should be moved?"

“Those things over there.” Lu Xuan glanced casually, his gaze falling on the densely packed sealing artifacts covered with talismans for suppressing evil.

Whether it's the purple-gold alms bowl, the black gourd, the ancient bronze mirror, or any other uniquely shaped magical artifacts... as long as they are covered with layers upon layers of talismanic paper that shimmer with a faint golden light, they are all Lu Xuan's targets.

With a light tap of his finger, he circled all the containers that held the evil spirits and demons.

The feng shui master's gaze fell on the objects covered with densely packed talismans, his eyes widened suddenly, and a hint of barely concealed apprehension flashed deep in his pupils.

He hurriedly stepped forward and warned in a low voice, "General, these things are extremely evil, filled with malevolent energy. You must not touch them! One wrong move and you could suffer a bloody disaster!"

"Hmm?" Lu Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids, but just snorted a cold syllable from his nose, "Get out of my way."

He turned to the dozen or so soldiers and said, "You guys, move out immediately."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The adjutant nodded and bowed hurriedly, agreeing while secretly pulling the feng shui master, who still wanted to persuade him, aside.

Hearing the advisor's words, he felt uneasy and secretly kept his feet firmly planted on the ground, determined not to be the first to touch those ominous objects.

The dozen or so soldiers who were called out looked at each other, their faces showing distress and fear.

These people must have all heard, to varying degrees, rumors about Fuyuan Temple suppressing evil spirits.

Looking at those magical artifacts covered with densely packed yellow talismans, I felt a chill run down my spine.

But under the adjutant's cold gaze, no one dared to disobey military orders.

They had no choice but to grit their teeth, exchange glances, and then cautiously, almost holding their breath, went forward in pairs to lift the strange objects covered with talismans.

The movements were as gentle as if handling a lit explosive, as if afraid of accidentally disturbing the "thing" sealed inside.

"General, no! Absolutely not!"

Seeing that the soldiers were really about to move the soul-sealing artifacts, the old Taoist priest became so anxious that his eyes turned red. He and two other Taoist priests rushed forward to plead with them.

"My lord, you are wise! It is the height of the sun outside, when the yang energy is at its peak! If these magical artifacts are exposed to the scorching sun, the souls sealed within them, whether good or evil, will be burned by the intense yang energy and instantly be scattered, never to be reborn!"

The old Taoist priest's face was filled with anxiety and reluctance, and his voice became increasingly earnest: "This act is against the harmony of Heaven and greatly damages one's virtue!"

"Heaven cherishes life. Even vengeful ghosts and wronged spirits should not be subjected to this punishment of complete annihilation, as long as they have not committed unforgivable atrocities. Forcibly destroying them may invite divine retribution and bring disaster upon ourselves!"

This is precisely the fundamental reason why the old Taoist priest has spent so many years expending his energy sealing these ghosts away, chanting scriptures daily to dispel their resentment, and seeking ways to deliver them from suffering, rather than easily choosing to destroy them.

"Hmm?" Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with impatience. "It's not like you, old Taoist, are committing some sinful act. Why are you worrying so much?"
Also, bring me all the most treasured ritual implements and exorcising talismans from your temple.

He stretched out his arm and pulled the old Taoist priest in front of him like an iron clamp, approaching him without changing his expression.

"You'd better get ready now, or if anything goes wrong later... I, the commander, will not spare anyone from Fu Yuan Temple."

Lu Xuan had his own plans.

He planned to personally annihilate these evil spirits—this was the most direct and fastest way he could think of to obtain system points.

To ensure everything went perfectly, Lu Xuancai ordered his men to move these soul-sealing artifacts into the scorching sun.

Extreme yang energy is the natural nemesis of yin spirits. Even if an accident occurs during the process and the talisman is damaged, those ghostly things will hardly exert one or two tenths of their power under the scorching sun and will not be able to cause too much trouble.

No one can stop this, no one can stop it!

Half an hour later!
A square inside Fuyuan Temple has been cleared out, and the once bustling pilgrims have long been dispersed.

In the center of the empty square, only a dozen or so people stood, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

The soldiers who were ordered to move the magical artifacts had already hidden behind the pillars of the courtyard gate in the distance. They were all peeking out, nervously looking at the center of the square, their legs trembling slightly, ready to flee at any moment if things went wrong.

In the very center of the square, a dozen oddly shaped objects—a purple-gold alms bowl, a black gourd, an ancient bronze mirror, and others—were piled up haphazardly, the yellow talismans pasted on them glaringly bright under the blazing sun.

Around the object, many dry branches were deliberately piled up, the kind that would catch fire at the slightest touch.

Seeing that he could not dissuade them and that the situation was beyond his control, the old Taoist priest could only sigh and hastily set up a simple altar in front of the piled-up objects, complete with incense, candles, a peach wood sword, copper coins, and other items.

Holding a peach wood sword, he stood solemnly before the altar, ready to deal with any possible changes.

In Lu Xuan's hand, he was holding a yellowish-purple talisman made of a special material with worn edges.

According to the old Taoist priest, this is the "Zhenxie Zixiao Talisman" personally drawn by the founding patriarch of Fuyuan Temple. It contains immense power and has the ability to reach the heavens and the earth. If a vengeful ghost comes to claim a life, the talisman will activate its divine power to protect its owner.

Lu Xuan weighed the slightly cool talisman in his hand. Although he was unsure how much of what the old Taoist priest said was boastful and how much was true, he still held it in his hand, just in case.

In this strange world, the more prepared you are, the more confident you will be in dealing with unexpected events.

"General, the torches are ready."

Seeing that everything was ready, the adjutant hurried forward and respectfully handed a blazing torch to Lu Xuan with both hands.

His face was plastered with a fawning smile, his back was slightly hunched, but there was a hint of tension hidden in his eyes, and he would occasionally glance at the pile of strange objects covered with talismans.

The adjutant's face appeared to be plastered with a fawning smile, but in reality, he was already groaning inwardly.

Our commander-in-chief has been bewitched by some evil spirit today. Not only did he suddenly withdraw his troops from General Mountain, but now he's also causing trouble with these eerie ghosts.

He glanced furtively at the pile of objects covered in talismans and felt a chill run down his spine. He prayed silently that nothing went wrong—otherwise, he might lose his life here today.

Meanwhile, the feng shui master had already quietly moved behind the old Taoist priest, and fine beads of cold sweat were seeping from his forehead.

With his cultivation level, he could clearly sense what terrifying beings were sealed within those magical artifacts.

The feng shui master secretly resolved that if any unusual activity occurred, he would be the first to flee – wealth and honor, the prestige of a general, were all insignificant in the face of life.

Back then, I betrayed my sect and returned to secular life just to enjoy worldly riches. Who would have thought that I would encounter the General who suddenly went mad and insisted on provoking things I shouldn't have touched!
Lu Xuan took the torch expressionlessly, flicked his wrist, and the burning flame drew an arc, landing precisely on the pile of dry branches.

"boom--"

Dry branches ignite instantly upon contact with fire, and flames leap up several meters high in an instant, with scorching heat waves sweeping outwards.

The square, already scorching under the blazing sun, was now transformed into a furnace. The onlookers felt their breath become scalding hot, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

Amidst the towering flames, the objects covered with talismans began to emit subtle, unusual sounds.

The purple-gold alms bowl trembled violently, the human face that appeared on the surface of the black gourd was distorted beyond recognition, and a faint, mournful wail came from the bronze mirror.

Looking at this scene, the old Taoist priest felt a ripple of compassion in his cloudy eyes. He subconsciously gripped the peach wood sword in his hand, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were silently reciting some kind of scripture for salvation.

Under the dual tempering of the scorching sun and raging fire, those sealed away spirits are destined to be scattered and never be reborn.

Such actions are truly contrary to the principles of Heaven and Earth.

Lu Xuan's eyes reflected the raging flames, but his figure quietly retreated half a step amidst the rising flames.

He appeared to be gazing at the burning magical artifact in front of him, but his consciousness had already sunk deep into the system panel in his mind.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: None
Cultivation Technique: Yangyan Talisman Fire True Scripture (Incomplete) - Can be improved
Score: 5000
Please confirm whether you wish to consume 999 points to complete the Yangyan Talisman Fire Scripture.

"confirm!"

The moment the thought landed, the system points on the panel plummeted to 4001.

At the same time, it was as if thousands of crimson gold talismans exploded in Lu Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness—the originally incomplete scriptures were completed and deduced, and countless profound incantations poured into his mind like a galaxy pouring in.

The Yang-gathering talisman, Yin-burning talisman, and exorcising talisman are just the basics. The newly emerging scriptures contain dozens of profound talisman techniques such as the "Nine Yang Soul-Locking Talisman," the "Fire Illusion Spell," and the "Red Emperor's Sky Patrol Map."

From drawing upon the true fire of the sun to condensing protective fiery energy, from crafting Yangyan magical artifacts to controlling fire spirit incarnations... the vast and boundless knowledge of talismanic arts instantly filled his immortal soul.

Just as Lu Xuan was immersed in the profound mysteries of the cultivation technique, he suddenly sensed that his system points were fluctuating abnormally—401041504300
He suddenly came to his senses and saw flames raging in the arena, with the sealed spirits wailing mournfully in the fire.

Whenever a soul is completely annihilated, a pure source of power is refined into system points by the system.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: None
Technique: Yangyan Talisman Fire True Scripture (0/9)

Score: 14500
Please confirm whether you wish to consume 5 points to deduce the Yangyan Talisman Fire Scripture.

"Deduction!"

A fervent glint flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes, and he didn't bother to think about the reasons behind it.

His thoughts were frantically confirmed, and the system interface also frantically started continuous deductions.

After consuming 5 points to upgrade the Yangyan Talisman Fire Scripture to the first level, Lu Xuan did not stop.

Consume 20 points to deduce the Yangyan Talisman Fire Scripture.

"Deduction!"

Consume 100 points? ...
"Deduction!"

Do you want to consume 500 points...?
"continue!"

Do I need to spend 1500 points?
"Deduction!"

Do I need to spend 5000 points?
"Deduction!"

After the system prompts for the last time, "Consume 9999 points to deduce the Yangyan Talisman Fire Scripture?"

"Deduction!"

Not long after successfully deducing the Yangyan Talisman Fire True Scripture to the 7th level, Lu Xuan suddenly stopped.

Looking at his remaining 486 points, he reluctantly stopped his frenzied efforts to improve.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Xuan had achieved the highest realm that ordinary people would need to cultivate for countless years to reach.

The originally weak Yang Flame True Qi in his body also transformed into a surging torrent, rushing and roaring through the meridians throughout his body.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: Earth Master (Perfect)

Technique: Yangyan Talisman Fire True Scripture (7/9)

Score: 486
Just as Lu Xuan finished his deduction, the world suddenly changed!

This strange phenomenon did not originate from him, but rather from the pile of still-burning soul-sealing artifacts in front of him.

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled out of nowhere, and the originally blazing sun was instantly swallowed up by the surging dark clouds, plunging the world into a dark abyss in the blink of an eye.

A single, icy raindrop fell, followed by a torrential downpour. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling damp cold spread.

“A ghost—!”

It's unclear who let out the first piercing scream, but the soldiers at the courtyard gate had already fled in terror, dropping their guns and shoes as they ran out.

The adjutant and the feng shui master were pale as death and ran faster than anyone else. The feng shui master even scrambled and rolled, completely unaware that his clothes were torn.

Only the old Taoist priest had his hair and beard standing on end, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the altar, and shouted sharply, "Ancestral Master, protect the Dharma!"

A flash of golden light disappeared in an instant, and the flames of the two white candles on the altar, which had been flickering and about to go out, suddenly solidified.

As if protected by an invisible force, it remained unmoved in the raging storm, emitting a firm and warm glow, supporting a corner of the world in this sudden darkness.

After making this gesture, the old Taoist priest's face suddenly turned deathly pale: "Oh no! This action is far too contrary to the will of Heaven! This has angered the heavens! Commander, those most ferocious evil spirits... are about to emerge!"

As he spoke, the eerie green flames in the downpour suddenly shot up, and several twisted black shadows slowly coalesced, emitting a chilling, venomous howl.

In an instant, a chilling cold swept over us, as if even the air itself was about to freeze.

Just five steps away from Lu Xuan on the left, a scarlet figure silently appeared.

It was a wide wedding gown embroidered with golden phoenix patterns. The hem of the gown moved without wind, and several red silk ribbons swayed and danced in the air like blood snakes.

The red dress floated eerily in mid-air, its limbs and body nowhere to be seen, only the collar supporting a heavily made-up woman's face.

Her face was as white as if it had been coated with a thick layer of powder, but her cheeks were covered with two unnatural patches of blush.

Most horrifying of all was her seven orifices—dark red blood was constantly seeping from her eye sockets, nostrils, and corners of her mouth, leaving grotesque marks on her pale face.

The female ghost in the red wedding dress didn't look at Lu Xuan. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes, filled with bloody tears, fixed on a certain spot ahead, as if searching for something or waiting for something.

Just then, a strange odor, a mixture of perfume and putrid smell, filled the damp downpour.

(End of this chapter)