The God of Heavens

Chapter 244 The Wusheng Sect and the Zhenkong Sect visit in groups.

Dusk was falling over Wuyuan City.

Lin Yu and his group entered and chose a superior room to stay in.

The post station in Wuyuan Province was built with extraordinary grandeur. With its high vermilion walls, deep courtyards, and heavy gates, even the soldiers on duty at the gates were in high spirits, which showed that the governor was good at governing.

After seeing off the governor who had come to pay his respects, the group settled down to rest.

In the stillness of the night, Lin Yu sat cross-legged, silently cultivating his spiritual energy.

In an instant, Lin Yu felt his mind become clear and bright, like crystal, without dust or grime, just like a bright mirror hanging high above.

The bright moonlight poured down, illuminating his soul with a clear and crystalline glow.

"King Baoyueguang, may you live forever."

Lin Yu silently recited the mantra in his heart and began to practice this supreme secret method originating from the Amitabha Sutra.

The moonlight, like silk, entwined the divine soul, condensing into a crystal-clear Dharma form, the body of the Precious Moon King.

Once this secret technique is mastered, the primordial spirit can manifest at will using the moonlight, possessing power comparable to the Taoist lead-mercury Dharma body, and capable of agile transformations.

Under the tempering of the moonlight, Lin Yu's divine soul became increasingly solid. With a slight thought, the Dharma image of the Precious Moon King shimmered with a glassy luster, showing signs of transforming into the essence of the sun.

If one breaks through to the next level, one will be able to activate the Pure Yang True Fire. When the divine soul manifests, it will be like the sun in the sky, with its light and flames shining brightly.

Lin Yu devoted himself to cultivation until midnight, and only when the watchman struck the second watch drum did he withdraw his divine soul.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, a cold sensation as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

"Who dares to spy on me!"

His soul was suddenly shaken, and two men in black suddenly appeared in the dark corner of the post station!

The two men in black were of medium height, with their hair tied in high buns, and jade hairpins gleamed in the moonlight, clearly dressed as Taoist cultivators.

"Hmm? Which sect are you from? Sneaking into the government post station in the dead of night, and even trying to enter my room using the method of astral projection, do you want to die?" Lin Yu said coldly.

"The Way of No Birth is Profound and Illuminating."

"The Way of Emptiness, Profound Illumination."

The voices of the two Taoist priests seemed to come from the depths of hell. Black mist surrounded them, their figures flickering in and out of focus, their black robes billowing even without wind.

One of them said in a sinister tone, "Your Highness, Fourth Prince, we've come tonight to send you to your death!"

"The Way of No Birth? The Way of Emptiness?"

So it turns out to be one of those two cults. My cheap older brother was way too impatient.
Swish!Swish!
Two cold beams of light pierced through the air. The sword carried by the Taoist priest, without being drawn from its sheath, had already transformed into a streak of light and slashed through the air.

The hundred-meter distance was covered in an instant; the sword light was as fast as lightning, leaving only two silver streaks.

Chrysanthemum and cloud patterns faintly appeared on the sword's blade. A chilling sword aura tore through the air; even before the blade arrived, a suffocating killing intent had already gripped its throat.

However, when Lin Yu faced these two sword lights, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth and spat out a burst of innate sword energy, its cold light sharp as it ripped through the void like a bolt of lightning.

"What kind of Taoist magic is this?!"

The two Taoist priests in black were terrified and hurriedly made hand seals to recall their flying swords.

But it was too late.

"Cang! Cang!"

Two metallic clangs rang out as the two cloud-patterned swords were sent flying by the sword energy, spiderweb-like cracks appearing on their blades. The silver dragon-like sword energy continued its relentless advance, instantly piercing through the two men's bodies.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With a muffled thud, the two Taoist priests were struck as if by lightning. Strands of sword energy pierced into their bodies, instantly sealing their meridians and joints, leaving them stiff and unable to move.

The sound of hurried footsteps and the clanging of armor grew louder as Zhao Hu and Xue Dao led a group of soldiers through the door.

Under the firelight, the iron armor gleamed coldly, and the steel longswords were sharp and menacing. The crowd had completely surrounded the room.

Lin Yu waved his hand and said calmly, "The assassin has been captured by me. There is no need to panic. Zhao Hu and Blood Blade, come in."

"Your Highness! This humble general has arrived late to protect you. Please punish me!"

Zhao Hu and Xue Dao knelt on one knee, their voices solemn, but their eyes flashed with a sharp killing intent.

Lin Yu's gaze swept over the two of them, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "From noticing the disturbance to donning armor and drawing weapons to rush here, you were three breaths faster than when you were in the army. What is there to punish?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' tense expressions eased slightly. Lin Yu waved his sleeve and said, "The rest of you, disarm and return to camp. What happened tonight must not be told to anyone."

After everyone left, Zhao Hu and Xue Dao went forward to search the two men in black.

However, apart from the two cloud-patterned longswords, they were spotless and had nothing else.

Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the two seriously injured Taoists, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"You dare to attempt an assassination with your mere soul manipulation technique?" He sneered. "From a hundred paces away, you can't outrun a strong bow and crossbow; within ten paces, you can't break through my innate qi."

"Cough, cough." Blood trickled from the corner of Xuanming's mouth, yet he grinned maliciously, "Yang Qian, you think this is over?" He raised his hand with difficulty, pointing south, "Along this journey, across countless mountains and rivers, awaits you endless assassination attempts."

Xuan Zhao suddenly burst into wild laughter, his voice like that of a night owl: "My two disciples are all over the south, you'll never know where the next sword will come from."

"Fourth Master, this fellow is clearly a stubborn man! Hand him over to Biao Xia! Biao Xia will subdue him in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and he won't dare to negotiate with you!"

Just as Lin Yu was thinking about how to make the two men in black submit and reveal the secrets of the Dao of No Life and the Dao of Emptiness, Zhao Hu suddenly spoke up at the door.

"Oh? Do you have any ideas?" Lin Yu asked.

"Does Fourth Master remember how to deal with someone who has become a sorcerer according to the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty?" Zhao Hu quickly replied.

"Not bad, not bad!" Blood Blade immediately understood after Zhao Hu's reminder. Looking at the two men in black, he said, "According to the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty, if a sorcerer is caught trying to assassinate an official of the court, he should first be immersed in a cesspool for three days to break his sorcery, and then hung on the city wall as a warning to the public. Since you refuse to cooperate with the Prince, we will have no choice but to act in accordance with the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"you dare!"

The two men in black shouted sternly.

boom!
Lin Yu slammed his fist on the table, knocking the brush and paperweight to the ground: "I wouldn't dare! Of course I would! Even now, you're still trying to sweet-talk me? Zhao Hu, strip him naked, tie him up with rope, and immerse him in the cesspool!"

"Yes! Understood!"

Zhao Hu waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed in like wolves, eager to fight.

"Good! Good! Good! Yang Qian, you win!" A man in black shouted sharply, then collapsed as if deflated.

Stripped naked and submerged in a cesspool—no one in the world could endure such a fate, especially now that the man in black's soul was trapped in his body. That experience was worse than death, leaving him no choice but to submit.

"Traitor!" Xuan Zhao roared fiercely, "We have no parents, no homeland! How could we—"

"Drag him away," Lin Yu interrupted coldly.

Amidst the clanging of armor, the soldiers dragged Xuan Zhao, who was still cursing, out of the room like a dead dog.

Once the room fell silent again, Lin Yu looked down at Xuanming, whose face was ashen: "Since that's the case, tell me, what is your status in the Wusheng Dao?"

Xuanming's face was ashen, and he trembled as he confessed, "This humble Taoist is merely one of the twelve protectors of the Wusheng Dao, acting on the orders of the sect leader. I thought that my manifested realm would be enough to take your life, but I never expected..."

"The Eternal Mother? What realm is she in now?" Lin Yu raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, the sect leader has already cultivated into a ghost immortal, but he hasn't yet undergone the tribulation of lightning," Xuanming honestly confessed.

“Our main task is to collect faith for the gods. We first cause the people to lose their homes and lives, and then we give them porridge and rice. Only in this way will they worship devoutly.”

A cold glint flashed in Lin Yu's eyes: "Tell me all the Taoist techniques you know, especially the Vacuum Great Handprint."

"This is the supreme secret technique of the *Future Unborn Sutra*," Xuanming shook his head. "It can only be personally taught by the sect leader. How could this soul-attacking technique of the Great Zen Temple be leaked?"

He forced himself to sit up, a cunning glint in his eyes: "If Your Highness is willing to let me go back, I am willing to act as Your Highness's inside agent within the sect."

Lin Yu sneered, "Is that all the sincerity you have?" His eyes were piercing. "If you want to live, open your heart and worship sincerely!"

"What?" Xuanming's pupils shrank suddenly.

It should be understood that although the soul can be dispersed, it is extremely difficult to control. Unless the other party voluntarily opens their heart and kneels in worship as devoutly as a believer worshipping a god or Buddha.

In this way, the cultivator can implant their thoughts into the other person's soul. From then on, the cultivator will have complete control over the other person's every move and thought.

Xuanming's expression shifted between light and dark. Finally, he sighed, turned over, knelt down, and clasped his hands together as if worshipping a Buddha, bowing to Lin Yu's soul.

In an instant, a strange and devout thought surged from Xuanming's soul, a feeling of unreserved trust, reliance, and submission.

"Is this the power of incense and vows?" Lin Yu felt the pure thoughts swirling around him, took a deep breath, and absorbed them all into his soul.

Instantly, he felt as if his soul had been drinking sweet dew, as if thousands of believers were chanting sutras and praying for him, and his spirit was lifted.

Suddenly, a flood of memories surged forth. Xuanming's life experiences, cultivation methods, secret affairs of the sect, and even his joys, sorrows, and desires flashed through Lin Yu's mind like a revolving lantern.

……

The following morning, Lin Yu and his group continued south.

Xuanming has been released back into the Wusheng Dao to lie dormant, and Lin Yu has completely extracted all of his memories.

Before his departure, Lin Yu ordered him to secretly investigate the whereabouts of the Eternal Mother and seize the opportunity to obtain the supreme Taoist technique, the "Future Eternal Scripture".

The journey was smooth and uneventful. On the afternoon of the tenth day, the group finally emerged from the ancient road of Nanzhou and arrived at Shuiyang, the capital province of the south.

Shuiyang Province was built along the 300-li-long Taichang Lake, with ports scattered like stars amidst the shimmering lake and mountains. Taichang Lake not only abounded in fish and rice, but also provided a route for ships to sail out to sea, transporting southern products to various regions via the Bailang River. Centered on the major city of Shuiyang, countless commercial towns radiated outwards like a chessboard.

This place was also a major center for silk production during the Great Qian Dynasty, and the imperial court specially established a silk administration office here. The annual silk tax, commercial tax, and customs duties collected here amounted to several million taels of silver, more than ten times that of Wuyuan Province!
After arriving in Shuiyang, Lin Yu and his group did not enter the city, but rested in a town called Yangquan Town outside the city.

Three days later, the governor of Shuiyang Province arranged three armored flying boats for him to continue along the waterway, and he would soon arrive at his destination—Heyin Province.

(End of this chapter)