Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 352 The Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty
There is a neighborhood near the sea in Busan.

The houses along the entire street are built according to the terrain, presenting a distinct slope. Neither the residential houses nor the shops are built too high.

At dusk, inside a medium-sized white house with its own courtyard.

The woman in red stood in front of the large window on the second floor, gazing out at the outside world.

"Five forbidden auras..."

The woman in red whispered, "Besides the two of us, the other five actually participated in that battle just now?"

The room behind the woman was originally a living room, but it has now been furnished as a study.

There was a bookcase in the corner of the room, and a large table in the middle was covered with papers, pens, and ink.

Surudo sat on the sofa next to the bookshelf, his hands resting flat on his knees, his back straight, and his eyes closed as he carefully sensed the surroundings.

"Of these five auras, two disappeared abruptly, they must have been killed."

Suludo's complexion was not good, with some shadows on his cheeks. He turned his eyes to look at the woman in red.

"Madam Wang, if the remaining three have already formed an alliance, then heading there now might be the best opportunity."

"They have just gone through a major battle, and their losses must be considerable; some of them should even be injured."

The woman in red was bestowed the title of Lady of Korea, but her original surname was Wang. Upon hearing this, she simply shook her head.

If those three were truly seriously injured, I know I should hide; going there would be pointless.

If those three are in good condition and stay where they are, then the two of us going over there would be asking for a beating.

"Don't always focus on the Seven Souls expert himself."

Madam Wang smiled and said, "In this battle, the biggest weakness is ultimately those incense-bearing boys."

“It’s been more than twenty days. I’ve been drawing talismans every day, and you’ve been planting them outside. They’ve spread outwards from the most bustling part of the city center.”

"Busan's area is only 769 square kilometers. Its overall terrain is just like a ship. We only have the two pointed ends left, and we haven't laid the spell yet."

"Once we've set up that area and the entire talisman array is functioning perfectly, then we can risk provoking a Seven Souls expert."

As Madam Wang slowly recounted her story, she walked back to the table, held a calligraphy brush in one hand, and gently smoothed the tangled bristles of the brush tip with the other, a smile gradually appearing on her lips.

"At that time, when the incense-offering boy is borrowed for a reason, he will suddenly be rejected by reality. The talisman array can help us sense this abnormal phenomenon and determine the boy's location."

Although facing three opponents with only two men, they had little chance of winning, but were confident of a retreat.

Lady Wang was not one to back down from trouble. Having cultivated her magic to this level, she was not lacking in the tenacity to fight to the death when the time came.

However, she was unwilling to fight recklessly without adequate preparation.

This is quite different from Sunudo's style of doing things.

The reason why Surudo was able to dominate Borneo for thirty years was not only because he was in the right place at the right time, but also because he was courageous.

However, he eventually rose to prominence, and some strategists and advisors came to his aid, and they were willing to listen to his advice.

After seeing him nod slightly, Madam Wang closed her eyes and resumed her meditation, feeling rather bored.

Qiongqi has ox horns on its head, resembles a tiger, has wings and can fly, and understands human speech.

This ferocious beast, when it sees people fighting, will devour the righteous one; when it sees someone being honest and doing good deeds, it will bite off that person's nose.

On the contrary, when it sees evil people, this ferocious beast will be very happy and will specially bring prey to them to help them succeed.

Lady Wang's natural talents perfectly matched the "Qiongqi" text. Back then, when she practiced cultivation under the guidance of Qin Hui, Zhao Gou, and others, she always felt happy whenever there were secret plots.

Although Suludo was ruthless and remarkable, in Madam Wang's opinion, he was not as quick-witted as Qin Hui.

It's a real shame that we can't have more conversations, make the plans more detailed, and lose a lot of fun.

'Very well, when we finally get rid of this person, there's no need for further regret.'

Madam Wang knew that although Suludo didn't say it, he was probably waiting for that moment in his heart.

She tossed aside the ordinary calligraphy brush in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, drew out her natal magic weapon.

Drawing talismans requires the right timing, location, and people. The deeper one's mastery of talismanic arts, the more relaxed the external conditions become.

However, even experts in this field retain some habits of adjusting themselves to better adapt to their environment.

For example, observe the position of the sun and moon outside the window and adjust your standing position, orientation, and pen height behind the desk.

With her magical artifact in hand, Madam Wang glanced at the sky and the time.

The setting sun seemed to be exerting its last bit of heat, dyeing the western sky with patches of rosy hues.

Amidst the golden sea of ​​clouds, a bright red sun stands out.

As Madam Wang looked up, the entire red sun was reflected in her eyes. Suddenly, her breathing slowed, and she felt that something was amiss.

The sun was directly overhead, and there seemed to be a tiny black dot on it.

Those were spots on the sun's own color, and a little sparrow just happened to pass by in the clouds.

Or was it because the naked eye was looking directly at the sun and mistakenly saw a small stain on the window as a point in the sun at midday?
or……

It is as if someone, on their way to this place, always aligns with the angle of the setting sun, a perfect match made in nature, moving with the sun.

Neither of the two major taboos in the house noticed anything unusual beforehand.

When Lady Wang could see that something was wrong.

The black dot suddenly magnified and reached the window.

A large hole in the glass, shaped like a human, appeared, but there was no sound of glass breaking.

As the man walked in, he deliberately paused for a moment.

So that the tiny sound, like popcorn being bitten, could be clearly heard, accompanied by the dust that rose from his side. The glass he touched instantly turned into fine powder, naturally without any cracking sound.

The glass that he didn't directly touch remained completely unaffected by the force, still clear and flawless, and of course, silent.

This is an elderly man of medium height, with a full head of silver hair, a yellow face without a beard, and wearing a wide-sleeved ancient robe.

His face was thin, with prominent brow bones and cheekbones.

His large eyes, even with the shadows of his brow bones, remained bright, while the shadows on his cheekbones added to his imposing presence.

Such a face, such a pair of eyes.

Suludo was stung by his gaze and suddenly lunged forward to throw a punch.

This room is far too small for a master of forbidden arts.

Moreover, Zurudo's advantage lies in his speed.

When this Bornean overlord moves, from the sofa to the window, it's almost like a teleportation attack.

The silver-haired old man also threw a punch at the same time, so fast that his fist was almost invisible.

It was as if a huge, powerful force suddenly slammed into Suludo's fist.

Surudo was sent flying backward with a thud, landing back on his original sofa, his face filled with astonishment, his right hand trembling and unable to clench his fist.

When fists clash, the speeds are roughly the same.

However, his punching power was completely overwhelmed by the silver-haired old man's punching force.

The scary thing is, it's just a tiny bit too much.

They knocked him back onto the sofa, but didn't destroy it.

Was this the best they could do, or... was it intentional?

"Your fist is a mess."

The silver-haired old man flicked his sleeve and scolded, "When you throw the first punch, just think about the first punch; when you throw the second punch, just think about the second punch. This is the basic skill of boxing."

"When you throw your first punch, you've already thought about seventy or eighty punches in your mind."

"With such a scattered mind, how can one unleash a punch that is both powerful and swift, capable of subduing all forces?"

He turned his head away and refused to look at Suludo again.

"From now on, you should start practicing the basics again."

The silver-haired old man walked step by step toward the desk.

A few beads of sweat appeared on the back of Madam Wang's neck. She composed herself and smiled, "Judging from your words, senior, it seems you haven't come here to kill..."

"Take my punch."

The silver-haired old man raised his hand and threw a punch, which seemed to be a little slower than the punch he had thrown at Suludo earlier.

Madam Wang could clearly see the punch coming towards her. Her expression changed drastically, and without thinking, she also threw her own punch.

She still held her ritual implement in her right hand, gripping the pen handle tightly.

The two fists collided, and the tip of the magic brush bloomed like a black bougainvillea flower.

Madam Wang was jolted and crashed into the wall.

The wallpaper cracked from her trembling, leaving a few specks of white wall paint on her red dress.

"How could I possibly fight him?"

Madam Wang suddenly came to her senses, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

She's someone who practices spells and magic, and she clearly had her magic weapon in her hand. Would she be out of her mind to fight someone like that?

But when faced with that punch, she instinctively threw her own fist.

Moreover, as if she had no teacher, she actually transferred the mental energy originally used for talismans to her own arm.

It was as if, in front of this silver-haired monster, anyone who fought him could only throw punches.

Regardless of what skills were originally learned, they will be temporarily transformed into martial arts techniques.

"Hehehe! It's been hundreds of years since I've had a proper chance to throw a punch."

The silver-haired old man did not attack again. The billowing sleeves of his robe calmed down, the hem of his robe fluttered, the wide sleeves hung low, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You two, after all, have crossed the forbidden threshold, so you're quite resilient."

“I am the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, the orthodox successor of the Mahakala lineage, and I am known as Maheshvara. From now on, you two will work for me.”

Surudo asked in confusion, "Moses?"

"Yes, Mo! Xi!"

The silver-haired old man uttered two emphasizing sounds, and his invisible energy imprinted two characters the size of washbasins on the ground, about an inch deep.

“You may call me King Su-ra.”

Madam Wang asked in surprise and doubt: "Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, are you also one of the Seven Souls? But what about the five auras from before?"

"Don't you understand? Of those five types of energy, one was not one of the seven souls."

King Su-ra looked out the window with a meaningful expression.

"That was a forbidden martial artist born into this world!"

(End of this chapter)