Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 398 The Second Drop. Wait, the wind is strong, let's get out of here!
Although Wang Cheng obtained this head for free through the hands of Fengzhou Shanren, Lin Daoqian, and Longbi Seng, who were all burdened with debts.

Despite being a "no-cost business," it did not disappoint, successfully extracting a magic talisman from the countless corpses of the monk Longbi.

Wang Cheng's heart stirred, and suddenly a large number of exquisite Sanskrit mantras appeared on his left arm, shoulder, and even chest.

The main subject features eighty-one beautiful, graceful demon queens, their clothes half-undone, dancing, dressing, or practicing yoga.
Noticing his gaze, the demon queens seemed to be alive, winking at the new Dharma Lord, tugging at their robes to reveal their curves, and displaying even more alluring poses to him.

Wang Cheng glanced at them and instantly understood:
"This is the secret and orthodox Dharma practiced by the monk Longbi, the Great Dharma of All Heavens and Demons? What a treasure!"

The various demons mentioned in this spell are essentially special evil spirits that appear and disappear without a trace.

This method can arouse and refine the inner demons within a person, the Yin demons born under special circumstances, the blood demons that often appear on the battlefield, and other demons, and drive them to serve one's own purposes.

For example, it can silently infiltrate the consciousness of practitioners, disguise itself as their own thoughts, and gradually destroy their mind and spirit, thus ruining their practice.

Victims may experience a drastic change in personality at best, or be silently replaced by the villain, losing all their cultivation and destiny.

Those specially crafted demons may not be very good at fighting head-on, but once they're out in the open, they're unstoppable and invincible.

If they hadn't met face-to-face today, and if Long Bi Seng had caught his breath, they could all have been in trouble.

Of course, this secret and orthodox method is not without its flaws, nor is it all beneficial.

It also has a terrifying taboo: "Backlash!"

The demons raised are difficult to control and can never be truly tamed. Once they seize an opportunity, they will turn on their masters. One moment they may be enjoying a romantic evening, and the next they may drain their masters dry.

Of the ten people who practiced the "Great Secret Demonic Technique of the Heavens," at least eight died from the backlash, and one lost all his cultivation.

Therefore, at the last moment, the monk Longbi used the Five Treasures Banner, which contained the demon, to meet Wang Cheng's spear first, allowing the demon he had nurtured for many years to die first.

That way, even if he himself is seriously injured, he doesn't have to worry about the demon taking advantage of his weakness.

"Backlash? That's not a big problem for me."

I am the "King of Pacification of the Seas on Behalf of Heaven," and any evil spirit that comes aboard my ship must obediently become a shipwright.

I, Master Wang, am the most wicked and evil spirit!

Moreover, what he didn't say was that, strictly speaking, his true identity should be the most powerful of all the demons—the "Extraterrestrial Demon."

Wang Cheng formed the Demon-Subduing Seal with his hands and inhaled deeply towards the gruesome execution scene.

Although those demons were all destroyed in one blow, it is common knowledge that evil spirits and scum of immortality are very difficult to kill.

The latter is manifested in a powerful physical regeneration ability, while the former is anchored in folk legends, where evil spirits will not die as long as the legends continue.

At this moment, at least a thousand pure demonic thoughts, refined by "divine punishment," remained at the scene, all of which were absorbed into the Sanskrit mantra seal on Wang Cheng's body in one breath.

Once a suitable vessel is found, these demonic thoughts can be forged back into a completely new, blank demon.

Fortunately, his royal ship lacked everything except evil spirits.

"correct."

Wang Cheng suddenly thought of something, raised his hand and hooked a pale pink demon head out of Halena's body, which had just crawled out of the snake's belly.

This was a backup plan that the monk Longbi had secretly inserted into the body of the prospective demon queen.

Even if he didn't actively train the princess, given enough time, she, a mere fifth-rank official, would gradually submit on her own.

Even if Lin Daoqian rescues her, it won't be long before she comes back to throw herself into Long Biseng's arms. Moreover, she is so passionate that she can't help herself, which is more terrifying than any aphrodisiac, and there is no antidote.

Seeing that the demon's true form emerge from the snake's belly, shrinking its spider-tailed viper and wrapping it around his arm, Lin Daoqian was filled with lingering fear.

Bringing his fiancée, they stepped forward and bowed deeply to Wang Cheng.
"I cannot express my gratitude in words. I will speak with you again after we leave this Penglai Immortal Island."

He also knew that there were outsiders present, and Wang Cheng was disguising his identity, so it was inconvenient for him to say more.

Gao Ren, who had been hiding in the distance, slowly closed his wide-open mouth.

He hadn't expected the newly succeeded [Rain] to be so strong, killing that extremely powerful living ghost god with just one move.

"We've made it big! Now we can't rely on our adoptive mother anymore."

I must take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Yu Shui; who knows, I might even be able to find another godfather.

Wang Cheng had no idea what he was thinking, but he felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he had decided to train Fengzhou Shanren for a while longer, he instinctively felt murderous intent.

Sudden.

Rumble.
A series of deafening thunderclaps came from the sky, sweeping rapidly toward their direction.

As soon as everyone heard the sound and looked up, they saw a burly old monk in a kasaya appear above them, riding on divine light.

He still held a wisp of red incense stick, its smoke curling upwards, as if he had come specifically to follow the bloodline of the monk Long Bi. Wang Cheng had seen his portrait and also the memories in Long Bi's mind, and immediately recognized the newcomer's identity, his expression changing drastically:
"This is... Luang Phor Seng?!"

My gaze drifted down to the ceremonial dagger he held in his other hand, its dazzling light revealing it to be a national treasure.

Wang Cheng once heard his master say:
"Back then, the Supreme Patriarch Luang Phor Seng enjoyed offerings from all over Siam. After years of practice, he had profound spiritual attainments at the peak of the third rank."

"He also possesses a powerful talisman specifically designed for magical duels; I am no match for him."

Clearly, this knife was the talisman that injured the master.

[Rare item: Demon-Slaying Blade, a national treasure.]

The Demon-Slaying Knife is an important ritual implement and sacred object in the Theravada Buddhist system. It is mostly shaped like a knife engraved with runes, and its main functions are: to ward off evil spirits and protect the home, to kill evil spirits, and to enhance the wearer's faith and courage.

This demon-slaying sword is the prototype for all demon-slaying swords in the world.

It is twelve inches long, with a wavy blade, forged from steel, and its surface is covered with Thai Pali script engravings, encompassing a combination of defensive and offensive runes.

The hilt is made of ivory and inlaid with a relic of Mahakasyapa, a disciple of Buddha.

Its influence extended not only to Siam but also to other Theravada Buddhist countries, reaching the level of being a national treasure of the Jokhang Temple.

Effect: Specifically designed to kill spirits and deities.

It's not about how powerful the killing force is or how instantaneous the death is, but rather that as long as the soul and the spirit's form are injured, the wound will be difficult to heal, and the person will continue to "bleed" until death!
Only the relic in the hilt of the sword can save it.

Wang Cheng finally understood how his master got injured.

When they were having a magical duel, this monk Luang Phor slashed at them from afar.

Even with the treasure bowl as a shield, it still caused injuries that were difficult to heal. Minor injuries turned into serious ones, and serious ones turned into terminal illnesses.

His cultivation and life force have been slowly fading away. Over the years, he has not only failed to make progress, but has almost fallen below the top three ranks, and his lifespan is almost exhausted.

Even if they were to face off against the newly promoted Longbi Monk head-on, the one who would most likely lose would be their own master.

No wonder in Luang Phor Seng's memory, the Siamese Supreme Patriarch Luang Phor Seng dared to boast that he would take over the entire Phong Lai Island.

His true strength lay in his peak rank of the third grade, with one foot already in the second grade, coupled with this national treasure that was specifically designed to attack all living ghosts and gods.

Luang Phor looked down at the ground, completely unprepared for the fact that his carefully trained disciple had died on the very first day. His face was extremely grim.

"You deserve to die!"

His cold gaze swept over the people present, and he slowly tightened his grip on the Demon Slayer Blade.

But just as he was about to make his move...

"My lord? My lord, where are you? The night is beautiful, come and make love to me! Hehehe!"

Suddenly, a voice, so alluring that one could tell its owner was an absolute beauty, rang out in the forest.

Luang Phor Seng had been chased here by the newcomers and wanted to find his disciple for help, but his plan was ruined.

Upon hearing that the other party was chasing after him, his expression changed drastically, and he turned to leave.

But suddenly a Nine Yin Soul-Hooking Banner rose up in front of him, blocking his way.

At the same time, the mountains and forests split apart to both sides.

Under the moonlight, a stunningly beautiful fairy dressed in a transparent gauze dress, revealing her exquisite body, rode out riding a tiger.

In his hands, he also used two "binding ropes" woven from hair and gold thread to tie around the necks of the two "female nuns".

The latter offered no resistance whatsoever, instead following the tiger scurrying to its sides, its face filled with fascination as it looked up to lick her drooping, glistening toes.

He was still calling out, "Xian'er, Xian'er," but he had long since disappeared.

Gao Ren, the weakest among the group, was instantly captivated by Yu Xian'er upon seeing her, and slowly stepped forward, uttering infatuated words:
"Sister, you look just like the fairy my grandma used to talk about!"

This elicited a burst of giggles from Yu Xian'er.

Only Lin Daoqian, whose heart was completely devoted to Halena, and Wang Cheng, who immediately withdrew his consciousness and was left with only the simple instincts of a Kirito, still had the will to resist.

I sensed the huge gap between the two sides.

"run!"

The Seven Killings Primordial Spirit wrapped around Lin Daoqian's arm emitted a burst of magical light, enveloping the three of them, and they rushed into the forest like lightning.

Yu Xian'er had never seen the Inner Alchemy Method before. She only glanced at them and determined they were just minor characters of the middle third rank. She jumped off the tiger's back and sent the Tiger God after them, though she couldn't help feeling annoyed.
"Go, tear those two men who dared to disregard this fairy to pieces!"

(End of this chapter)