Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 312 Borrowing the Law to Continue the Bond
"Really refined?"

Nature is truth.

After confirming it once, Xia Ningning's expression became serious, and she turned around and shouted into the wholesale market.

"Give me a rooster, the older the better!"

She didn't name names, but several people immediately crowded towards the entrance of the wholesale market, each holding a live chicken.

"That's Xia's voice, isn't it? Come, come, look at the one your aunt is raising..."

“I’m obviously older, Aunt Niu, please step aside.”

When these uncles, aunts, and other relatives came out and saw several strangers outside, they became a little more reserved, but their faces were still full of smiles.

Xia Ningning pointed to the chickens in the hands of these people one by one.

Each chicken froze, motionless, like a wooden or clay sculpture, after her fingers touched its forehead.

"Yes, this one."

Xia Ningning selected one of them, gently scratched its comb with her fingernail, and then moved closer to the white horse.

Zhang Tao had already flipped the big-headed monster lying on the horse's back so that its face was facing up.

Xia Lingling used the fresh blood from the rooster's comb to pinch his throat, philtrum, and the bridge of his nose in turn.

The blood-stained fingernail marks resembled three tiny crescent moons.

One pinch shuts someone up, two pinches stop them from breathing, and three pokes close their eyes.

Chu Tianshu sensed that all the pores on the big-headed monster's body had closed up.

The anger no longer leaks outwards, and the inside and outside are isolated. However, it does not become lifeless like water without roots. Instead, it seems to form its own cycle and can last for a longer time than before. The soul also closes itself off.

Chu Tianshu's eyes lit up as he recognized the faction Xia Ningning belonged to.

They should belong to the fortune teller school.

When people target the soul, they usually choose acupoints such as the space between the eyebrows or the temples.

Although the area between the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are very close, the techniques used to stimulate these two areas are completely different.

The latter, often used by "fortune tellers," is more mysterious, unpredictable, and ethereal than phenomena created by one's own mental power, unlike ordinary magic.

Legend has it that fortune tellers use other people's fate to perform their rituals.

The key to the effectiveness of a spell lies in the fortune of others; the fortune teller's own cultivation level becomes secondary.

Chu Tianshu had seen some martial arts related to physiognomy, but none of them could be considered true techniques passed down from the physiognomy lineage.

Back in my hometown, it seems that only Master Baima has a deep understanding of this area, making him a rare find among rare finds.

However, Master Baima used his knowledge of physiognomy to assist his own divination methods.

This was the first time Chu Tianshu had ever heard of using physiognomy to refine corpses.

"This person is a bit strange."

Xia Ningning's face showed a troubled expression, "His cultivation is clearly not shallow, but he is born with the appearance of being childless and short-lived."

"Borrowing the body to continue the karmic connection means borrowing the karmic connection from the previous life to continue the karmic connection after death."

"However, his remaining destiny is simply not enough to train him into a magical corpse with the abilities he had in life."

This big-headed monster is the product of some kind of genetic experiment; it's not surprising that it has a short lifespan and no offspring.

Zhang Tao seemed to have been prepared. With a flick of his wrist, a drop of blood from his middle finger landed on the bridge of the big-headed monster's nose.

Blood split from the bridge of his nose and flowed into the strange man's tightly closed eye slits.

drop!drop!drop!
Several drops of blood fell in succession, all landing at the same spot, and then slid into the slit of his eye.

But instead of blood overflowing from the big-headed monster's eyes, it made his ears and nostrils faintly glow with a bloody light.

It was as if Zhang Tao's blood filled his entire head, flowing through his five senses and seven orifices.

“Master, if you lend your luck to this person, you will suffer bad luck again.”

Xia Ningning shook her head. "However, you are someone who has crossed the forbidden threshold, and your fortune and luck are much deeper. Once this magic corpse takes effect, kill it as soon as possible, and it should be fine."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gestured for Zhang Tao to stop.

"That's enough, that's enough."

After Zhang Tao stopped, Xia Ningning stretched out her hands and carefully felt around the big-headed monster's face, back of the head, and top of the head for a while, as if she were reading its bones and telling its fortune.

When she touched the top of his head, she pulled out a longer strand of hair from the big-headed monster's short hair.

Human relationships are as thin as paper, and connections as delicate as a thread. Matters before and after life are all tied together by a single line...

Xia Ningning used her left pinky finger to wrap around the strand of hair, and her right thumb and forefinger to pinch the root of the hair, slowly pulling it outwards.

At this point, her tone became slow and soft, and it became softer and softer.

Chu Tianshu and the others had just traveled a long way to get here. Although their movement techniques differed and they did not appear anxious, their actions inevitably showed a bit of impatience.

The Shiweitian wholesale market was bustling with people and vehicles, and was very lively inside and out. The shouts of vendors, the haggling, the calls of birds, and the splashing of fish created a chaotic scene.

However, as Xia Ningning chanted, the area at the entrance of West Gate No. 2 inexplicably became quiet.

All the noise, at first it seemed as if it were seen through a veil, and later it disappeared completely.

A mysterious atmosphere descends upon this place; it is indescribable and intangible, yet it is a subtle force that is omnipresent.

Sometimes, they can even converge into an irresistible and overwhelming force.

That's fate, destiny.

The people present all possessed this aura. The higher their strength and the more they had accomplished, the stronger and more complex this aura became.

The aura emanating from that big-headed monster, though still present, was like that of broken pottery or a withered branch.

Xia Ningning's eyes shone with a deep blue light, and her fingers appeared fair and delicate.

She seemed to be standing in a fog, only her eyes and hands remained clear.

The bluer the eyes, the more pure the blue; the jade-like the hands, the whiter the white.

Only by blurring one's own existence can one capture the destiny that remains untouched by others.

The strand of hair wrapped around her finger grew longer and longer with each pull.

"Human relationships are as thin as paper; once you break through one layer, there are thousands more. Human connections are as thin as threads; once you tear one thread, there are thousands more."

"Having exhausted all karmic connections from my previous life, I will settle all matters after death and be ordered to return to the world of the living to complete this cycle and find peace."

Dead seeds sprout anew, and broken porcelain vessels still hold water...

Xia Ningning retreated step by step, the strands of hair on her hands turning from black to red, crimson like blood, growing to three feet, four feet... seven feet!
Seven feet later, she carefully untied the strands of hair wrapped around her fingers and wrapped them around the big-headed monster's forehead, one loop at a time.

"How much do you gentlemen know about this person?"

Xia Ningning said, "Please tell me, I need to determine the place where he initially severed ties, bury him there, and it will take seven days and seven nights for him to be able to cultivate a Dharma Corpse." Yu Nanfeng asked, "Seven days and seven nights?"

"If it's corpse refining, of course there has to be a burial process."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ningning offered a few explanations.

"It only takes seven days and seven nights to create a magical corpse, possessing all the abilities it had in life, and using them even more skillfully, and obeying orders without question."

"Even among all the corpse-refining schools in the world, this is already one of the fastest methods."

Chu Tianshu and Yan Nian, having a greater understanding of unorthodox magic, agreed with it.

The art of corpse refining can be practiced by some schools for three or four generations, taking more than a hundred years.

Those who can compress the corpse refining process within a year are considered highly efficient.

As for the situation of using wild corpse monsters to refine corpses, it's difficult to include that.

As for the catastrophe more than 20 years ago, humans were randomly turned into zombies. This was uncontrollable and they did not retain their abilities from when they were alive, so it cannot be considered a zombie-making process.

"Seven days is enough."

Yu Nanfeng's eyes flickered as he said, "Brother Zhang, although you were the one who captured that secret base inside the mountain, there are still corpses and possibly some documents inside. I hope we can handle it together."

"After all, we have different areas of expertise, so negotiating might be more effective."

Her words were much more polite and sincere.

Although he suspected that the Food Angels were using underhanded tactics to try and take over Southwind.

However, she believes that Zhang Tao is by no means the kind of heartless person who would conceal a huge hidden danger three years ago.

Zhang Tao nodded.

Chu Tianshu said, "Send me a copy of the information as well."

Yu Nanfeng smiled and said, "That's only natural."

Yan Nian, standing to the side, told Xia Ningning about the Big-Headed Monster.

Xia Ningning pondered, "Let's go to the river first. Although he was captured in the mountains, the injury to his shadow by the river is the beginning of his severance of ties today."

A person's fate is like a wavy line.

The shadow of the big-headed monster was injured by the river, which led to it being tracked by the Yan Nian Sense.

If represented as an image, it would be a relatively flat line that starts from there and then drops sharply downwards.

Zhang Tao continued riding, and the group soon returned to the riverside camp.

Hou Jian and others rushed over, concerned about Yan Nian's injuries.

Xia Ningning walked to a grassy area by the river and turned her head to observe the color change of the big-headed monster's red hair.

"right here!"

Zhang Tao dismounted and grabbed the big-headed monster's shoulder.

Wherever a powerful surge of energy reached, the big-headed monster stood up straight, like a wooden stake.

Click, click, click!

Zhang Tao pressed him down into the grass, breaking the grass roots and pushing away the soil and gravel.

From the legs to the waist, all the way down to the strange man's shoulders, Zhang Tao raised his hand slightly, then pressed down on the top of his head, pushing his head down as well.

No shovel was needed at all; the body was buried just like that.

Chu Tianshu clicked his tongue: "Buried vertically?"

"The body is buried upright, which is called a legal burial."

Xia Ningning said, "If you want to refine a Dharma Corpse, this is how it should be done."

She walked to the burial site, made hand gestures, and chanted some incantations that no one else could hear.

The single red hair on the corpse's head broke through the ground and stood upright.

Thin wisps of smoke began to rise from the tips of the red hair.

Logically speaking, hair should be burned away immediately when exposed to fire.

But although the hair was thin, it was like an extremely durable stick of incense.

After the top light came on, it had been emitting smoke for more than ten seconds, but there was still no obvious change in its height.

"Funeral in the earth belongs to the underworld; a single thread of connection with the law is a sign of reverence to Heaven."

"This incense stick will burn out in seven days, and the ashes will return to the earth, replacing the corpse that lies underground. It's time for it to come to the mortal world on earth."

After Xia Ningning finished speaking, she exhaled deeply, her whole body relaxed, and she showed signs of fatigue.

She expended a great deal of energy in refining the magical corpse.

Seeing this, Chu Tianshu invited, "Miss Xia, Brother Zhang, why don't you rest for a while in our camp? I happen to have some tea and snacks in my tent."

Xia Ningning smiled.

"I'm afraid I'll have to keep watch here for seven days and seven nights, not just for a short while."

"I hope Mr. Tianshu won't find me an eyesore when the time comes."

Yan Nian quickly bandaged the wound, strode over, and laughed heartily, "Manager Xia, please don't mind our humble abode. Please come in."

Chu Tianshu led his men into the tent, put the ginseng back into its sheath, and set out tea and snacks.

Although the four of them were sitting around the table, none of them were talkative.

Zhang Tao sipped his drink slowly, seemingly lost in thought, while Yan Nian sat in meditation, tending to his injuries.

Chu Tianshu held the empty cup, looked into the distance, and savored the techniques Zhang Tao had used earlier. He gained further confirmation of some of his understanding of swordsmanship skills.

Xia Ningning ate two pieces of sponge cake, and seeing that no one was talking, she simply closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Inside the tent, there was a tranquility that one hesitated to disturb.

Some people who walked outside the curtain sensed this atmosphere and suddenly stopped.

Chu Tianshu turned around and asked, "Boss Yu, did you go back and bring the patient back?"

"Indeed, sorry to bother you."

Yu Nanfeng lifted the curtain with her folding fan, and a young man with a sickly look and loose clothes followed in.

"Sister Ningning!"

Yu Wanzhuo's eyes lit up, and he blurted out.

(End of this chapter)