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Chapter 626 Sympathetic Spells
Although he really wanted to complain about Feng Xue's absurd explanation, Chen Xuan understood that his older brother was not going to help. Looking at the group of thorny plants in front of him, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and stepped forward with a leap!

Seeing Chen Xuan suddenly rise from the ground, the cactus immediately reacted, grabbing a cactus next to it and throwing it at Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan heard the wind rushing towards him from below and saw that the cactus had already reached his side. He immediately turned around and threw a punch, using the cactus as leverage to fly even higher. When he landed, he had already rushed into the date palm shooters.

However, Chen Xuan did not waste time with these wooden sticks. Instead, he endured the rain of dates falling on him, broke through the encirclement, and charged towards the villagers who had previously looked like ordinary people.

In his view, although the monsters in this area were powerful, their controllers were much weaker than those on the other side of the Tongtian River. If he were to assess them, they would be at the level of small-time thugs in Chang'an City, only slightly stronger than himself during his time as the unlucky ghost in Hell.

However, the imagined scenario of a tiger entering a flock of sheep did not materialize. The villagers had been prepared since Chen Xuan began his breakout. When Chen Xuan broke through the encirclement, the villager closest to him was already clutching a strangely made card and shouting:

"In the name of the god Totso, possess me!"

Similar words rose and fell, and streaks of green light flashed past Chen Xuan. When Chen Xuan raised his fist at the man in front of him, the man was already covered with a layer of spikes!

"Fuck!"

Chen Xuan's eyes widened, but he couldn't stop his punch once it was thrown. The ordinary straight punch, which he had used three-tenths of his strength, sent the man flying, but the sharp pain that followed made Chen Xuan freeze in his tracks!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, villagers dressed in monster costumes, resembling Kamen Riders, surrounded Chen Xuan and launched a brutal beating. This caused Feng Xue, who had been keeping a close eye on things, to frown.

"Goodness, Kamen Rider, huh?"

While secretly complaining to herself, Feng Xue was wondering whether she should give Chen Xuan some off-field help when she noticed that Chen Xuan's actions suddenly changed.

At this moment, Chen Xuan seemed to have awakened some kind of power. He suddenly let loose and the "cactus warriors" blocking his way seemed to have lost their ability to retaliate, and he easily knocked them down one by one with a punch.

It wasn't that the counter-damage had disappeared, but rather that Chen Xuan had come to terms with it.

As someone who used to be a hapless wretch, he was used to getting injured. He had been holding back before because he had been doing better recently and his biological instincts had kicked in and he was afraid of pain. Now that he couldn't avoid it, he simply let go of his strength and knocked the victim down with one punch. It was better to suffer less injury than to dawdle and suffer!

Don't let Chen Xuan's seemingly timid nature fool you; he's someone who truly understands how to weigh the pros and cons. For him, surviving with minimal cost is second nature!

"This kid still has potential to be discovered!"

Feng Xue nodded secretly, canceled the prepared spell, and turned back to continue analyzing the temple's defenses. In his Qi-observation technique, after the plants began to move, the previously unremarkable temple suddenly began to emit a peculiar glow, which was why he was so focused on breaking through the temple's defenses—

His intuition told him that the secret of these monster soldiers lay here.

"The basic structure of the spell is still based on the ritual system. Compared with the Eastern fasting and ritual, the structure is more loose. If the fasting and ritual is like a finely crafted, tightly interlocking mortise and tenon structure, then this kind of defense feels more like a rough and spectacular sight made of huge, unpolished stones."

Feng Xue set up her altar, and under the protection of the Purple Star Hundred Images, she analyzed the temple's defensive system. Unlike the Eastern magic, which resembled rigorous mathematical proofs, this defense, in Feng Xue's view, was like an art student who had drunk two bottles of the Water of Life smashing a music student's instrument, leaving behind an abstract final stroke with the wreckage of the instrument stained with their own blood during the pursuit. It was full of a sense of incompleteness, and even if you knew what it was, you wouldn't understand where to begin.

Yet, this chaotic structure still maintains the function that a spell should have. In fact, if Feng Xue were to use a ritual to replicate a spell of this scale, the power consumed would not be lower than this.

"No, it seems I have to put aside my prejudices. The so-called chaos is just because I don't understand the core... Hmm, according to what that prisoner said before, this core should be the so-called true name... Hmm, something like 'Magic power, I command you to protect the temple'? Because there are no specific rules, this chaos is caused?"

Feng Xue made a simple deduction based on the existing intelligence, and wanted to ask the prisoner to come over and explain, but found that the guy had already completely stopped breathing.

Feng Xue was certain that since she had been protecting the other party, there was no way she could have been attacked by external forces, so...

"Is this also the effect of the true name? Because the true name is controlled, he dies instantly if I want him to, even if I use magic to protect him? And his soul is gone too, even the Netherworld Authority of the Ziwei Emperor can't hold onto it? It shouldn't be a matter of strength, hmm, priority? First come, first served? Because he's already registered in another 'Book of Life and Death,' just like those monsters whose souls can't be captured?"

Thinking about this, Feng Xue suddenly had an idea.

The real name system is for the object that the real name points to, but if the nature of the other party changes, will the real name still be effective?

For example, if the true name of "stone" is known, one can command the stone to fly up and smash out. But if the stone is crushed and mixed with other materials to be cast into bricks, will the name of the stone still have an effect on the bricks?

"That probably won't work, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it still have an effect on a dead body? Wouldn't the decaying corpse then be able to command the elements? But how do you change its nature?"

Feng Xue looked at the self-contained defense system, which seemed loose but was impossible to intervene in. It was like trying to understand the thinking of a White Elephant using the thinking of a Dongda person.

"Wait? Why do we need to understand?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Feng Xue. He immediately lit incense and candles, using the candlelight to calibrate his magical power. This was originally a method he used to train his control, but now he used it to tune in with the magic of this temple.

The temple's defenses were so haphazard that there was no set formula or algorithm, so they had to resort to the crude method of tracing.

Under Feng Xue's control, wisps of Tai Chi Yuan energy matched and overlapped with defensive spells, gradually forming a completely identical spell, lacking only the core, that seamlessly enveloped the temple's original spells.

Feng Xue could clearly sense that if he didn't control it, the spell model would collapse instantly, but he didn't care. He simply maintained the flow of his elemental energy, and then...

"change!"

As she uttered these self-suggestive words, Feng Xue's Tai Chi Yuan Power began to change almost simultaneously, shedding its form and returning to the state of Tai Su, shedding its substance and returning to the state of Tai Shi. Although Feng Xue's current level was not yet able to shed its form, it was already sufficient.

The temple's defenses began to be affected by Feng Xue's higher-level power, and as its essence changed, the originally inexplicably stable structure completely collapsed at this moment!
This is a sympathetic incantation, also known as the art of curse!
(End of this chapter)