Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 369 Nighttime Evil Spirit Carries Relic
Night fell, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

Chu Tianshu and his group were staying in the second floor of the west building. At this time of day, the moon should not be visible.

But after Chu Tianshu switched to a different viewpoint.

The pale roof of the East Building, lacking vitality, appeared much less impressive to him and could no longer obstruct his view.

The light of the crescent moon on the eastern horizon became incredibly conspicuous, dazzling and colorful.

The moon's surface has many irregular spots of light, varying in size and color, including red, orange, and white.

Staring at the hazy moonlight for too long gives the impression of seeing colorful mist flowing through it.

Chu Tianshu rubbed his eyes to get back to a normal perspective.

"It felt like I saw some kind of extremely radioactive material..."

He shook his head, closed the window, and looked back into the room.

A lamp was lit on the table, casting a warm yellow light throughout the room.

Next to the lamp was an empty wine jar, a packet of medicinal herbs, a large pot of water, and a pair of long chopsticks.

Although Chu Tianshu brought some gold, it was actually limited.

In the afternoon, he only picked one of the prescriptions, got one dose, and came back to try it.

"First, pour in water and heat it until fine bubbles appear when a bamboo chopstick is inserted into it."

Chu Tianshu poured some water into the empty wine jar, placed his left palm on the jar, used his internal energy to heat it up, and then inserted chopsticks into it with his right hand. Soon, it reached the right temperature.

According to the prescription, the next step should be to soak the medicinal herbs.

But Chu Tianshu didn't need to go through all that trouble. He simply placed one hand on the medicine packet and grabbed it out.

He extracted all the vital energy from the medicinal herbs and incorporated it into the hot water in the jar.

Based on his current understanding of the original text of Nan Hua, the extracted vital energy is enough to extract all the medicinal properties.

However, because vital energy represents all medicinal properties, the prescription only needs to use one aspect of the medicinal materials.

Therefore, the subsequent procedures must follow the prescription process to ensure that the medicinal properties are screened and combined.

The liquid medicine is stirred at high speed, cooled with internal force, pressurized, and then stirred in reverse direction again, at twice the speed of before...

Chu Tianshu skipped the most time-consuming boiling step, and soon the medicinal liquid became viscous through reverse stirring.

The green medicinal mud was stirred into a ball. Chu Tianshu pressed his right hand against the mouth of the jar and his left palm against the bottom of the jar, and then used his internal energy to increase the pressure again.

Buzzing sound!
Soon, a churning, buzzing sound came from inside the jar, the echo growing increasingly dry and harsh.

As Chu Tianshu gradually withdrew his power, scorching white steam immediately shot out from between his right fingers.

After the white vapor had completely dissipated, the medicine he had dug up from the bottom of the jar had become a thin layer, like a dry, hard pancake.

The prescription already recorded that this medicine could not be rolled into pills, but could only be made into medicine rolls.

There is a category called "Rolling Cloud Sleeves".

"It smells alright."

After Chu Tianshu finished rolling it up, he smelled it and found that it only had a slightly bitter taste, which was still within an acceptable range.

The method of using this medicine is also special. It is not swallowed directly, but one end is lit and pressed on several acupoints on the right forearm to allow the medicinal power to penetrate.

The name "Rolling Cloud Sleeves" actually hints at the medicine's usage and is not a random name.

Chu Tianshu rolled up his right sleeve, took the medicine in his left hand, and channeled his inner energy, causing one end of the medicine scroll to ignite immediately.

Fearing that his physical defenses were too strong and the medicine wouldn't penetrate his skin, he deliberately bent and stretched his fingers to loosen his skin and flesh, and opened the corresponding pores on his forearm.

Upon contact with the corresponding acupoint, the burning speed of the medicine roll noticeably increased.

The smoke didn't escape much, and the medicinal effects naturally flowed into the body.

Chu Tianshu's brows, which had been furrowed slightly since entering this realm, completely relaxed.

The "Floating Tumbleweed Chasing the Sun" technique can purify the body of pollutants even under normal circumstances.

However, he has excellent spiritual senses, and even without deliberately using his internal energy, he can clearly perceive the essence of heaven and earth outside his body.

Although my body is clean, it feels like there are invisible little ants crawling around my eyes, ears, and nose, which is very unpleasant.

This is also why he didn't really taste the dishes he ordered at the tavern during the day.

Once the medicinal effects have dissipated and reached the whole body, any contamination that comes into contact with his skin will naturally be neutralized.

It felt like I had finally taken a shower; the fatigue and irritability had faded considerably.

Even the sounds of the wind and the waves in the river seemed to be appreciated anew.

After the medicine roll burned out, Chu Tianshu wiped the remaining soot off his skin, strode to the bedside, and lay down on it.

"Oh, that feels so good!"

Chu Tianshu turned over and lay diagonally on the bed with his arms outstretched, his right leg draped over the bed, and his left calf hanging off the edge of the bed.

He closed his eyes peacefully, listening to the sounds of the wind and water, his mind immersing itself in a state of deep meditation, even more tranquil than deep sleep.

Tranquility brings peace of mind, and wisdom arises from deep concentration, bringing joy through spiritual insight.

The young man, with his eyes closed, naturally revealed a slight smile. His internal energy flowed smoothly, and his qi and blood were balanced and vigorous.

He slept for more than two hours, and it was already midnight outside the window.

The moon passed its zenith and began to set in the west.

To the average person, it was still a white crescent moon with a slight yellow tinge.

It's just that the wind is chilly tonight, making the moonlight seem even colder.

But then a human-shaped phantom, dressed like a scholar, with green eyes, floated up from a distance.

Fallen leaves drifted through his frail body, but he remained unaffected.

Once he rose to about ten feet above the ground, he floated and swayed in the wind, drifting three or four miles to the west.

The houses near the dock are neat and compact.

Most of the people who live here are residents who moved to Denglaishan Village early on and have saved up some money.

Among them, those with skills were even more well-off, building walls with blue bricks and renovating their houses.

The roofs are made of good timbers covered with black tiles.

Although the house is not large, often only a small portion is used for sleeping, while the other half is the living room and kitchen, with the floor made of rammed earth.

However, being able to sleep in such a house at night already makes one feel very safe and secure, much more comfortable than the old thatched huts.

Carpenter Zhou lived in such a house. He was in his forties, had a wife and children, and his life was often the envy of his neighbors.

His wife has regular features and was a well-known pretty girl in the neighborhood when she was young. Although she has gained some weight now, she is still cheerful, speaks clearly, and is quick and efficient. She manages the house perfectly, does laundry, and helps supplement the family income.

The couple has a good relationship, which is heartwarming to see.

Their son was even sent to a clothing factory as an apprentice, and he didn't have to come back to stay at night.

But recently, the neighbors have been saying that Zhou the carpenter has gone astray, often drinking outside and beating his wife when he comes home.

Tonight, he lay alone in bed, reeking of alcohol, staring blankly at the ceiling, growing angrier with each glance. "So many years of hardship, and all I get is this tiny little house, a haggard old woman by my side, and my son is such a disappointment..."

Zhou the carpenter knew this when he was young.

If a person can endure hardship, then they can endure the hardest of hardships.

He endured countless hardships to learn the craft of carpentry. In the sweltering summer, he would be drenched in sweat while chopping wood, and in the winter, the sweat would quickly cool and stick to his body. The hardships were indescribable.

His master, who was so imposing in front of his apprentices, was so shaky at the age of fifty that he couldn't even hold chopsticks.

Therefore, he didn't want his son to suffer, and he didn't want his son to learn carpentry.

Apprentices in clothing workshops, once they master the craft, will find it easier to earn money. If they can become skilled, their business can be much better than that of carpenters.

He himself is a very persevering person, and he has always been satisfied with his son's diligence and filial piety, feeling that he is very much like himself.

But lately, he's been increasingly wondering why his son can't make a fortune, become a big businessman, and let him enjoy life.

Why can't my wife be more obedient and prettier? Why can't I have more wives?
This made him increasingly frustrated, so he resorted to drinking to drown his sorrows. But even after drinking a little, he would be persuaded and hit by his wife, who was always haggard and tired, and he would cry and whine.

"Woo, woo woo..."

The old woman with the sallow complexion is huddled behind the stove, crying, covering her mouth as if afraid that people won't find it annoying enough.

Carpenter Zhou slammed his fist on the bed board, but he was too drunk to beat the man up again.

The scholar's phantom floated onto the roof of the carpenter's house, lay down between the tiles, and buried his head in the ground.

His head pierced through the roof and emerged inside the house, smiling at the carpenter.

Carpenter Zhou was completely unaware.

The Confucian scholar is invisible to the naked eye, and worldly things cannot hinder him, just like a legendary evil spirit.

But instead of killing like a demon, he turned his head back outside, took out a crystal bead, and blew a breath into the house as if to give it as a gift.

A wisp of warm yellow air blew from the crystal bead, entered the room, and landed on Zhou the carpenter.

Carpenter Zhou was taken aback. Several old yellow lines appeared from his neck down, and as the new yellow aura settled, all the patterns shone brightly.

"Cry, cry, cry! What are you crying for!"

The carpenter suddenly felt full of energy, and with a quick movement, he got up and strode over to the kitchen stove.

A woman with a bluish-purple face huddled behind the stove, sitting on a small stool.

The low stool was specially made by carpenter Zhou for his wife, using materials he selected to make it easier to start a fire, but the seat was made wide and long so that his wife would be more comfortable sitting on it.

The carpenter kicked the stool aside, grabbed his wife by the collar, and shoved her against the wall.

The wife saw that her husband's eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were unusually wide open. She cried out, "Don't hit me..."

"You're still shouting?!"

Enraged, Zhou the carpenter grabbed his wife by the neck with both hands.

He was now as strong as an ox. With a pinch, his wife's back slid against the wall, and her feet immediately left the ground, trembling weakly.

The scholar on the rooftop beamed with delight: "Quick, quick, quick!"

Carpenter Zhou exerted his strength again, and suddenly, with a hiss, he discovered that there was an extra silver needle in each of his elbows.

A yellow stream of air shot out from where the needle landed.

Zhou the carpenter felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, realizing he was choking his wife, and he retreated in horror.

The woman fell to the ground, but there was another needle in her throat near her collarbone, which allowed her to breathe loudly and not hold her breath.

"My child's mother!"

Carpenter Zhou, still shaken, rushed to his wife, tears streaming down his face. "How could I have strangled you? I...I..."

He wanted to slap himself, but he couldn't lift his hand.

On the rooftop, the illusory figure of the Confucian scholar stared in astonishment, his lips trembling.

The phantom was being grabbed by the neck and lifted up by a hand, its feet leaving the roof.

This person is a wandering spirit, an ethereal being who is not afraid of solid objects. The hand that is gripping him shows no sign of channeling internal energy or magical power.

With only flesh and blood, the man choked the scholar's neck so hard that even though he tried to pry it off with both hands and kicked wildly, he couldn't break free, as if he had become an ordinary mortal.

"It can make the soul leave the body, keep the mind clear, and move freely. Although it was taken advantage of the moonlight, it still shows some skill."

Chu Tianshu lightly tapped his toes on the tile, pinching the wandering soul in his hand, and coldly stared at it.

"This couple has no cultivation whatsoever. What grudge do they have against you that you would harm them like this?"

As he lay in bed, he noticed a wandering spirit drifting past within a hundred feet, so he glanced at it a few more times.

Later, they discovered that the scholar had landed on the roof of an ordinary person's house, which seemed suspicious, so they simply got up and came over.

"Say!"

A blue light flashed in Chu Tianshu's eyes, which suddenly changed color and solidified into a crimson mark.

Though the word "speak" was spoken lightly, the Confucian scholar felt as if struck by lightning, his eyes reflecting a red hue, and he became dazed.

"I...I want to use the relic to practice the secret methods of demonic cultivation."

Chu Tianshu: "Are you a demonic cultivator?"

During the day, he heard Lu Yuande say that many people called the "Original Heart Transmission" lineage a demonic path, but the demonic path itself did not acknowledge it.

If this person understands secret techniques, why does he also claim to be a demonic being?

"I am not a member of the demonic path. I only obtained this relic by chance."

"Ha! Ha! Demonic techniques are really useful..."

Although the Confucian scholar was bewitched, he even smiled when the secret method was mentioned as effective.

"My cultivation has not progressed at all in four years. It is really frustrating that I have been working so hard to improve my quality."

"Since obtaining the relic, I have selected a few people to practice in the furnace, and they have made great progress."

"After the carpenter kills his wife, I will suppress my evil thoughts and wait until he is in extreme pain and remorse. Then, my two minds will be in harmony, and I can draw them out together, which will allow my skills to advance further."

Chu Tianshu never expected that after hearing about the demonic path during the day, he would encounter someone who practiced the secret techniques of the demonic path that very night.

However, in the original transmission of the mind, after passing on the meaning of the moon's turbidity to disciples or outsiders, one must wait for the right opportunity to retrieve it.

He originally thought that this disciple, an outsider, should at least possess a high level of cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sustain it for long before it dissipated automatically.

But the soul of this Confucian scholar before me is clearly a third-rate scoundrel, yet he is able to manipulate the power of the moon's turbidity.

The carpenter below was just an ordinary person.

This surprised Chu Tianshu greatly.

"You bastard..."

Chu Tianshu examined it carefully.

"It seems like you're turning yourself into an evil spirit."

(End of this chapter)