Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 144 The Suppressing Object: Jiang Chong, the Water Balance Commandant, and His Sorcery Wooden Figure

Carpenter Chen, holding the Lu Ban ruler, shielded his companion Zhou Tantong from an attack and hurriedly asked:
"Stop! Who are you people? Why would you stand up for Wang Fugui, a mere centurion of the Dazhao Kingdom?"
There must be some misunderstanding here!

He racked his brains but couldn't understand how a hereditary centurion with a clean background and no connection to Yingzhou could have so many powerful local allies as soon as he landed.

The monk who had activated the Vajra Warrior, the embodiment of secret magic, grinned maliciously:
"Who we are is none of your business, you fish on a chopping board. Die, Buddha!"

Each punch was like an incredibly heavy Vajra pestle, destroying vegetation and shattering rocks.

Although they were all officials of the middle third rank, they had all cultivated to the point of consuming qi and nourishing the clouds, and opening the five temples within their bodies.

But what truly determines victory or defeat is the variety of unique skills and extraordinary abilities, rather than a simple contest of ranks.

It's not necessarily true that whoever has a higher rank or who has more internal heat is more powerful. Moreover, the bald monk is a second-generation human, and his combat experience is far beyond what they can compare to.

The monk stuffed a highly nourishing piece of donkey-hide gelatin into his mouth, causing his blood and energy to surge, unleashing a devastating barrage of attacks with terrifying force.

When Chen the carpenter heard the same answer he had given Wang Fugui when he teased him, his face turned pale and then red, before he became enraged and roared:
"Wooden ox and flowing horse, open!"

With a wave of his hand, he scattered a wooden block from his sleeve, which grew rapidly in the air, transforming into a pile of wooden oxen and horses taller than a person.

Using woods such as locust, jujube, pear, and green, the wood is carved by hand by carpenters with utmost sincerity and skill. The coats are painted, and each ox or horse has a dung gate painted on it. When the dung gate is whipped, the horse will move.

Moo! Moo! Moo!
With a flick of the whip, the wooden oxen and flowing horses swarmed together and rushed toward the "bronze man".

Although countless wood chips flew and parts exploded on the spot, it successfully halted the monk's offensive.

The altar children behind him seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

He took off the largest black pottery urn from his body and suddenly opened the lid.

It was unclear whether the contents were amniotic fluid or blood, but it emitted a strong, foul odor, and the cries of the newborn instantly filled the battlefield.

Then the liquid in the jar began to churn, and then countless scarlet umbilical cords emerged from it and began to wrap around the monk.

A crying voice in my ear recited a true story:

"Those who have many sons will generally not raise the fourth child, because their wealth is insufficient to support them. If it is a daughter, they will not wait until the third. Often, they will urinate the baby in water before delivery, a practice called 'washing the baby,' especially common in Jianjian."

This was a malevolent spirit that had reached the middle third rank [infertility and infanticide]!
Anchored to a tragic period in the history of the Song Dynasty, where people drowned their young children because they could not afford to pay the poll tax and raise their own children.

The resentment of countless drowned infants coalesced, and this evil spirit is filled with hatred for all adults who can grow up alive. Ordinary people who encounter it will surely die.

Countless umbilical cords merged with the wooden ox and flowing horse, and surprisingly, they managed to block the monk's attack.

However, the two hundred guards on the outer perimeter, lined up in a neat row, kept firing sniper shots, trapping them there and preventing them from escaping.

At this moment, Wang Cheng, who was located on the edge of the battlefield, also easily dealt with the wooden wolf.

With a flash of wind and thunder, the purple-robed figure simply grabbed Mu Lang with a casual wave of its hand, and Mu Lang fell into its palm without any resistance, as if he were dead.

With a firm squeeze, the apocalyptic object let out a shrill scream and burned into a lump of charcoal.

"what--!"

The carpenter, Chen, who was exchanging blows with the monk, was immediately attacked by the fire, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of charred blood, his face turning pale.

"Oh no, I messed up again! That kid Wang Fugui is hiding something from the Prince of Jinghai!"

The art of cursing is secretive and powerful; even the most powerful and noble people, as well as those in the imperial harem, can easily fall victim to it and die tragically.

However, as a representative of unorthodox and unorthodox methods, the consequences are particularly dire once the magic is broken.

At this moment, Chen the carpenter felt his body stiffen, and his hands and feet seemed to have turned into wooden parts, making it difficult to move.

He also began to seriously doubt his own family's unreliable skill.

That wasn't the end of it. The cat-faced old woman, who was tiptoeing and almost in front of Wang Cheng, was about to turn around and run away when she saw that things were not going well. Wang Cheng then took a close-range lunge and caught up with her.

"die!"

His breathing rhythm suddenly changed, and with the Qilin Shangfang Mace in hand, he wielded it with the power of wind and thunder, attacking from both sides and striking his waist simultaneously.

Thirty-six Paths of Thunder God's Cloak and Mace, Jade Belt Around the Waist!
Bang!
With a flash of lightning, Zhou Tantong's natal spirit instantly exploded into a foul-smelling cloud of yin energy.

Even the group of cat-faced curses left behind by the dead ghosts automatically sought out Wang Cheng, but they quickly melted away amidst the surging lightning on his body.

This altar boy also ended up losing more than he gained by trying to steal Wang Cheng's cultivation to raise ghosts, but he inadvertently delivered his own weakness to Wang Cheng's doorstep.

He had no choice but to vomit blood along with Carpenter Chen.

After its aura collapsed, even the evil spirits kept in the jar began to struggle and retaliate against their master, with a considerable portion of their umbilical cords wrapping around him.

"good chance!"

Wang Cheng's eyes lit up. He spread his feet and assumed a horse stance, his body suddenly expanding. He gripped the mace in one hand and bent his upper body backward like a taut bow.

The two elements of wind and thunder transformed into their original forms, surrounding him.

In an instant, the invisible lightning force pulled everything around it, even the black mist and yin energy that had not yet completely dissipated moved three inches toward the Qilin Shangfang Mace.

It was as if the immense power of heaven and earth had been bestowed upon it.

After reaching the third rank, the destructive power of the various unique skills and techniques possessed by officials gradually transcended the mundane, and the realm of "harmony between man and nature" became increasingly important.

The human body is a microcosm, while the world is a macrocosm.

The fact that the officials of the divine path only cultivate their nature and not their destiny means that there is a visible limit to the human body. If they do not use "the unity of heaven and man" to communicate with heaven and earth, how can they have such astonishing power?
The higher the level of "harmony between man and nature", the stronger the compatibility between official position and the Dao, and the more extraordinary one's skills become.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, wind and thunder energies erupted from Wang Cheng's palm, unleashing a blindingly bright silver blade that ruthlessly crushed everything in its path. A gaping hole was blasted open between Wang Cheng and the main battlefield.

Combining magic and martial arts [Secret Weapon: Thunder God's Chisel Tooth]!
At this moment, both the carpenter and the altar boy were in a negative state and unable to move easily. When they sensed the terrifying pressure, like a thunderbolt from heaven, their expressions changed drastically.

The former exerted all his strength on the Lu Ban Ruler in his hand, attempting to deflect the attack.

The latter spat a mouthful of blood into the jar, offering himself as a sacrifice to appease the evil spirits and drown the infant, and forcibly controlling countless umbilical cords to block in front of him.

At that moment, a gleaming silver mace came crashing down!
The heavy mace, accompanied by surging lightning and turbulent currents, looked from a distance like a thunder dragon crashing down and slamming into the formation.

The visible force of wind and thunder crushed everything in front of him, shattering the wild Buddha statues into pieces and even tearing a deep dent into the ground.

Almost instantly, it spread from Wang Cheng's feet to the two of them.

Carpenter Chen was covered in sweat. The character "离" (li, meaning separation) on his Luban ruler lit up, also illuminating a proverb on the ruler:

"The word 'separation' at the door signifies misfortune; son to the south, father to the north, they will part ways. The door of the bedroom foretells separation; husband and wife, their affections will be divided in two places! Imperial decree!"

They forcibly used the treasure to open the makeshift altar.

Like birds in the same forest, destined to fly away when disaster strikes, the heavy mace aimed at him suddenly veered off course and fell on Zhou Tantong behind him.

The latter had nowhere to hide and could only grit their teeth and endure it.

Boom——! ! !
Blood and flesh splattered, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

As the black and red blood mist mixed with dust dissipated slightly, the altar boy's entire upper body had vanished.

Only half of his body, connecting his legs, remained standing on the ground as he collapsed.

"hiss--!"

The group of loyal guards who couldn't get a chance to help gasped in shock.

"This is the Thunder God's Cloak Mace's killing move, [Thunder God's Tooth Chisel]!"
The old ship owner used this very move to kill Xu Hai in the East China Sea. It was incredibly powerful!

In his first real battle, Wang Cheng hadn't expected the power he unleashed at full strength to be so astonishing, actually pulverizing a living person.

It can only be said that the "Thirty-Six Paths of Thunder God's Cloak and Mace" is indeed the most suitable for a yang body.

Not only are there wind and thunder accompanying it, but it also has the newly acquired innate extraordinary ability, the Yin-Yang Hand.

Thunder magic is the pivot of heaven and earth, the creation of yin and yang, and is one of the most suitable methods for the [Yin-Yang Hand]. With one yin and one yang, there is a natural passive bonus.

Wang Cheng grasped this mace technique much faster than so-called geniuses like Mao Haifeng.

After just one full-scale practical battle, Wang Cheng felt that he had already gained some innovative insights, which was also due to the large-scale distribution of [Favor Loans] over the past two days.

However, he was quite exhausted, his spirits were low, and his face was somewhat pale.

"This move can only be used at full power once a day. After using it, my combat power will be halved. I must be careful."

At the same time, the young monk also grabbed Chen the carpenter, whose face was covered in his companion's blood and who was stunned, and tied him up tightly.

Wang Cheng's dragon robe billowed as he lightly landed beside a pile of shredded flesh.

With a wave of his hand, the gleaming, spotless mace automatically jumped up and landed in his palm.

The Qilin Shangfang Mace is a divine weapon used by a living deity of the highest rank, the King of Kaiping, so it naturally possesses supernatural properties.

Not only is it incredibly hard and can ward off evil spirits, but it can also change size and weight according to its owner's body shape, ranging from as light as a hair to over a thousand pounds.

"Young Master, you told me to capture people alive, but you've made a mess of things all over the place. This person is so mangled, I can't even sweep him up."

Upon hearing the monk's complaint, Wang Cheng quickly apologized:

"I was a little rusty during my first real-world experience."

"Isn't this enough that we've kept the most important one?"

As the commander of the personal guards, the monk already knew about the relationship between Wang Cheng and Wang Fugui.

She restored her original appearance, with red lips and white teeth, and took out a dark red, gelatinous substance from her pocket and handed it to him:
"Your body is a bit weak, how about some donkey-hide gelatin made from the essence of a mid-grade level three demon?"

Every year, Zhaojue Temple selects one head monk and one tail monk from among the monks who are ordained. Over the years, they have accumulated countless handsome monks, but the number of beautiful female worshippers is limited.

This humble monk's performance is far ahead of all the novice monks, all thanks to this treasure. Just a little bit can instantly turn him back into a real donkey or horse.

"Give it a try? Just call me 'Master'."

Remembering the origin of this batch of donkey-hide gelatin, Wang Cheng politely declined:
"Never mind, you eat by yourself. I'll just rest for a bit."

Even after the donkey monster from Dong'e County died in battle, his true form was not wasted. He personally skinned and deboned it, and used his ancestral skills to make authentic Dong'e donkey-hide gelatin, which is more nourishing than many rare seafood delicacies.

It is especially effective for kidney deficiency and depletion of essence and blood; "dragon essence and tiger vigor" is not just an adjective.

The original soup is used to digest the original food; I'm eating myself. I have to admit this bald monk is indeed a ruthless character.

Once the dust had settled, Wang Cheng casually opened the mother-of-pearl inlaid box.

A dark red and precious light, exuding a strong and ominous aura, shot into the sky, and even the sky suddenly turned gloomy.

[Rare item: The wooden figure used for witchcraft, a key artifact used by Jiang Chong, the Embroidered-Robe Envoy and Commandant of the Waterways during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, to frame Crown Prince Liu Ju for treason.]

[Specifically designed to annihilate the Crown Prince and Heir Apparent]

(End of this chapter)