Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul

Chapter 112 The Secret Technique of Soul Calling

The middle-aged man closed his phone and turned to another person standing in the shadows beside him, saying, "Master Lu, you are meticulous in your work, even informing us beforehand that your apprentice was training. But this matter has still affected ordinary people. If that driver continues to be tormented by those two, let alone whether his arm can be reattached, he might not even be able to save his life."

Master Lu stood in the shadows, the firelight below the mountain reflected in his eyes.

"The golden time for limb replantation is within six hours. Wait another three hours, and then we will step in."

"Alright, if Mr. Lu says three hours, then it's three hours."

The middle-aged man nodded, then turned his head to look to the side, where a man in his thirties stood, wearing a green tracksuit, frameless glasses, and with a refined appearance.

"Old Xiao, keep an eye out for any of the guys who came this time. If they do, take care of them later."

Old Xiao didn't reply. He was looking at the corpse down the mountain with one arm and one leg cut off, muttering to himself, "What a fast sword. Precision is the difference between slaughter and art. Those nails stuck in the acupoints are the finishing touch."

"But the real show was just about to begin, so why did it suddenly end like that?"

"Why not slice him alive, piece by piece, and savor the slow, painful passing of his fragile yet brilliant life?!"

"What a waste! What a waste!"

His tone was as if he were commenting on an unfinished dish.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Master Lu, please don't be offended. He's having an episode; he's a patient."

Master Lu didn't speak, but instead shifted his gaze from the firelight below the mountain to the darkness further away.

In the darkness, a dozen figures suddenly appeared and landed around the burning wreckage of the car, surrounding the corpse whose hands and feet had been cut off.

One of the men crouched down to examine the body, then stood up and said, "Jianming is dead. He died a horrible death. The other man was extremely swift and clean. He severed one of his arms and one of his legs in a single move, and finally crushed his cervical vertebrae with a sword."

"Wasn't it enough to just have him stand on high ground and harass us from a distance while riding on the throwing knives? How did he end up losing his life? What a useless piece of trash," another person said, frowning.

At this moment, the man turned the body over again, looked at the fall marks on its back, and said, "The body has serious fall injuries. He must have been forcibly knocked down from a height of more than ten meters. But we can't entirely blame him. Only at a distance of more than ten meters can he ensure the accuracy and power of the throwing knife. We really underestimated those two brats. Their strength is much stronger than we expected."

"The stronger the better."

Someone chimed in, a laugh in their voice: "I heard that the former leader of the Sanyi Sect was angered to death by our former leader. The Sanyi Sect now has only a handful of weaklings. If we kill these two weaklings, won't that just anger that old geezer Lu Jin to death too?"

"Lu Jin is over a hundred years old. I'm afraid he can't handle the huge surprise of an elderly person burying their child."

"Hehe, I'm getting more and more excited."

"However, if we really kill those two kids, Lu Jin will definitely go completely mad and launch a crazy revenge against us."

"Afraid of his retaliation? At worst, we can just hide in the crowd. Can he really come and kill us openly? If he dares to make a move, the company will make sure he suffers the consequences."

"Alright, enough nonsense. The most urgent thing now is to find these two little mice that have hidden in the mountains."

"Watch me."

A pale-faced, tall, thin man with a white mourning cloth wrapped around his head and a mourning stick in his hand walked to Jianming's body and howled mournfully.

"Jianming!"

"Return, soul! Return, soul!"

"The road to the underworld is cold; do not lose your way. Return quickly and tell your grievances!"

Accompanied by his extremely piercing, owl-like call to souls.

Wisps of black mist rose from the wounds on the corpse, as well as from its mouth and nose.

From within the black mist, a semi-transparent figure emerged, its face somewhat blurred, its outline identical to the corpse on the ground.

He hovered in mid-air, his mouth agape, emitting one silent wail after another.

Seeing this, the man with the white cloth wrapped around his head stopped calling for the soul, stepped forward, closed his eyes, and communicated with the soul.

A moment later, he waved the mourning stick in his hand, collecting the soul inside, and said, "Jianming harbored a great deal of resentment. The other party guaranteed him in the name of the Lu family, saying they wouldn't kill him as long as he spoke, but in the end they went back on their word and killed him."

"So the Lu family has started to betray their promises too?" someone mocked.

"The person who killed him wasn't surnamed Lu, it was someone named Li Chang'an," said the man wrapped in white cloth.

"Hahaha, he's been tricked by wordplay, that silly boy Jianming," someone laughed.

"Forget about this idiot for now, let's think about how to find those two escaped mice," someone urged.

The man with the white cloth on his head waved the mourning stick in his hand: "Don't worry, Jianming's vengeful spirit will guide us to find Qu Shou."

At this moment, someone said curiously, "Old Mu, your ability is very similar to that of Xue Fan."

The man wrapped in white cloth said, "My ability is to call back souls, while Xue Fan's ability is to wail mournfully. I acquired it later in life, while he acquired it innately; we are completely different."

As he spoke, he tossed the mourning stick in his hand into the air and pointed it at a point.

The mourning staff with white stripes hanging from it floated in mid-air, spun around a few times like a compass, and then the tip of the staff pointed straight in a certain direction.

"Come on, this way."

Old Mu grabbed the mourning stick and led a dozen or so people into the mountains.

As he walked, he called out to his soul.

"Li Chang'an! Lu Lin!"

"If you're coming, come quickly, don't wait until you're at the foot of the mountain to hold hands."

"You need to get there quickly, don't wander around in front of or behind the mountain."

"If I call you from across the mountain, you'll get a response; if I call you from across the river, you'll turn around and run away."

"A cool breeze blows from behind Yinshan Mountain, a chilly wind blows in."

"A strong wind blows behind Yinshan Mountain, and it will turn you back."

The eerie and piercing chanting of souls echoed through the woods, struck the mountainside, and bounced back, layering with the echoes, as if a group of people were chanting souls at the same time, sending chills down one's spine.

On the other side, in the dark forest, two figures, one in black and one in white, swiftly traversed the dense woods.

With the aid of the Divine Speed ​​Armor, the two covered more than ten meters in a single step. The wind whistled in their ears, and the trees rushed past on either side of their vision.

However, their journey was not smooth. They were moving too fast, and the surrounding environment was too dark. It was inevitable that they would stumble and fall while moving at high speed.

After Lu Lin nearly crashed into a large tree again, Li Chang'an stopped.

He took out several talismans from his backpack and handed them to Lu Lin.

"What kind of talisman is this?" Lu Lin asked.

Lu Jin had explained the functions of these talismans, and Li Chang'an, with his photographic memory, naturally remembered them. He introduced them, saying, "This one is called the Spirit-Born Talisman, and this one is called the Dragon-Piercing Jade Talisman. They are both talismans from the Shangqing School's 'Taiwei Three Parts, Eight Scenes, and Twenty-Four True Talismans.'"

"The Three Parts refer to the three Dantians, and the Eight Scenes refer to the eight spirits that reside in each Dantian, totaling twenty-four spirits. Ling Zhongsheng represents the eye spirit of the upper Dantian, and Chonglongyu represents the nose spirit of the upper Dantian."

"Using these two talismans will enhance the sensory abilities of my eyes and nose."

Lu Lin was somewhat surprised: "How much of an enhancement can it provide?"

"His eyes can see at night, comparable to a telescope. His nose is almost like a dog's!" Li Chang'an said.

Lu Lin's eyes lit up: "That's amazing! But weren't there supposed to be twenty-four Body Gods? Why are there only these few?"

"Grandpa only made a few of these," Li Chang'an said.

As for the reason, it's not hard to guess. This thing must be a closely guarded secret of the talisman sect. It would be good enough if they could pass on a few basic techniques.

The two used talismans, and a flash of golden light appeared in each of their pupils, while each inhaled two streams of white vapor through their nostrils.

In an instant, the darkness before my eyes seemed to have been lifted, and all the details of the rocks, tree trunks, vines, and the faint light reflected from the distant stream became clear, just like daytime.

A multitude of mountain scents lingered around them: the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, the earthy smell of soil, the odor of animal droppings, and even the stench of decay.

"The Spirit Hammer Talisman is indeed very useful, but this Dragon Jade Talisman is a bit too much!" Lu Lin said, rubbing her nose.

"It can be adjusted; the sensitivity of the sense of smell, and even the choice of scent, can all be controlled," Li Chang'an said.

"Why didn't I feel it?" Lu Lin asked.

"You have to feel it with your heart," Li Chang'an said. "Let's go first, and you can feel it slowly as we go."

With the road clearly visible and the Divine Speed ​​Armor on their backs, their journey became even smoother. They quickly reached the mountainside and could see in the distance the palace-style red brick houses built against the mountain, with their upturned eaves and staggered heights. That was the former site of the Sanyi Gate.

Lu Lin glanced in the direction of Sanyi Gate, then looked at the driver tucked into Li Chang'an's waist.

The driver was still unconscious. Li Chang'an had tied the wound on his severed arm with a strip of cloth, and the bleeding had stopped, but his face was as white as paper.

"Senior brother, with the blessing of the Divine Speed ​​Armor, why don't we cross this mountain and go straight back to the city? With our current speed, we can get there in a little over an hour."

"That's a good idea, but I'm afraid we won't be able to leave," Li Chang'an said.

Lu Lin was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The next second, Lu Lin suddenly felt that the air around her had become somewhat strange.

It felt as if a pair of cold, sinister eyes were staring intently at me from the darkness behind me.

He turned his head sharply, but saw nothing but branches swaying in the wind.

However, the chilling feeling of being spied on grew stronger and stronger, and he even faintly heard a voice.

The voice was calling his name, indistinct and elusive, with a rhythmic cadence, like some strange mountain folk song.

The moment Lu Lin heard that voice, she felt something inside her body being pulled out little by little by the singing.

A sense of danger welled up inside me.

"Senior brother! Did you hear that? There's a sound around us, someone's singing, it's a really bad song," Lu Lin said.

"Someone is casting a spell on us, invading us with delusions and manipulating our consciousness. Quickly gather your thoughts and let your true self take over your mind and control your body and mind, otherwise your soul will be pulled out," Li Chang'an warned.

He naturally heard the song, but his life cultivation was far superior to Lu Lin's. His true self remained firmly in his mind, and even the excruciating pain of his flesh being burned by electric current could not shake him in the slightest. This kind of external magic was like scratching an itch through a boot, and could not affect him in the slightest.

However, Lu Lin was no match for him. Although he had begun to pay attention to cultivating his sexual energy, he had only been practicing for a short time and his foundation was still shallow. He was naturally powerless against this kind of spiritual technique.

This is also a weakness of the Reverse Life Triple.

The Triple Rebirth technique doesn't have a real weakness, but its enhancement focuses on the body, leaving its defense against the soul as a persistent weakness.

Not to mention Lu Lin, Lu Jin is the same in this respect, otherwise he wouldn't have been restrained by the Four Madmen of Quanxing in the plot.

Upon hearing Li Chang'an's reminder, Lu Lin quickly closed her eyes, focused her mind, and resisted the mental pull.

In doing so, he did manage to suppress the tugging at his soul, but once his mind was calm, the voice became even clearer, and he could even hear the lyrics.

"Lu Lin! If you're coming, come quickly! Don't wait around the mountain to shake hands!"

"Lu Lin! You need to get there quickly, don't just wander around the mountains!"

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