All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Fu Ze nodded.

"Since that thing sends babies to the old tree every year, it might not be able to sit still until it gets the child tonight. That's a good time to go and meet it."

The old Taoist priest Feng Xuan stroked his beard and said.

"Then, shall I go with you?"

Fu Ze shook his head.

"Mr. Liao must have a sorcerer watching over him. If that thing really has some tricks up its sleeve, it might just use a feint attack."

Feng Xuan thought about it and agreed that it made sense.

Be careful.

Liao Xibai glanced at Zhao Rui.

"Then, Arui, you go with Brother Fu. If it's not an evil spirit, but a heretical cultivator, bullets will be very effective. With Junfeng and the Taoist priest here, my safety is not a problem."

……

The local earth god temple at the east end of the village is very small.

A dilapidated, low house with gray tiles and earthen walls.

The two paper lanterns by the door had long since faded. When the wind blew, they swayed precariously, like two decaying dead heads.

Next to the temple, there is a very large old locust tree.

The tree trunk is so thick that it would take several adults to encircle it.

Fu Ze stood in front of the temple gate, carefully examining the old locust tree in front of him.

"Is this the place?"

Zhao Rui asked in a low voice.

Fu Ze was somewhat puzzled.

"This old locust tree is indeed extraordinary... but if it is the culprit, the villagers could have simply left the baby here. Why put it outside the village, more than half a mile away? I don't understand."

As he spoke, he activated his [Spiritual Vision] and looked around.

There was indeed incense burning in the local temple, but it was very weak, mixed, and murky.

Unlike the mild and mellow aroma of righteous incense, it had a cold and foul odor mixed in with the scent of incense and candles. It was as if rotting flesh and blood had been forcibly masked by the smell of incense and candles.

The yin energy is even stronger at the base of the old locust tree.

A wisp of grayish-black aura seeped out from the cracks in the tree roots, circled the temple wall, and then disappeared back into the ground.

Fu Ze sneered.

"No matter what, this local temple definitely has a big problem. Let's get to it!"

Zhao Rui looked around.

"So what do we do? Go in and smash the idols?"

"No rush."

Fu Ze walked to the earth god temple and pushed the door open to go inside.

Inside the temple stands a clay statue of the Earth God, about half the height of a person.

White beard, red face, and a smiling face.

Judging by appearances alone, he does indeed have a kind and benevolent look.

But when Fu Ze looked at it, he felt that the smile on the clay statue was somewhat strange.

Those clay eyes, in the dim moonlight, seemed to be staring intently at the doorway.

Fu Ze walked up to the statue and cupped his hands in greeting.

"If you are truly the local deity, I apologize for disturbing you tonight."

"If they are evil spirits, they are just pretending to be local deities and engaging in superstitious practices..."

He raised his head, his eyes turning cold.

"Then don't blame me for burning down your temple and destroying your clay sculptures."

The statue remained silent, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Zhao Rui leaned against the door, clicked his tongue, and teased.

"You're quite polite. With this atmosphere in the temple, could it really be a local earth god?"

Fu Ze said calmly.

"Let's try diplomacy first, then resort to force. Let's follow the procedures first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew by.

The two paper lanterns at the temple entrance went out instantly, and the surroundings became much darker.

Zhao Rui immediately stood up straight and gripped both guns tightly.

"You're here?"

Fu Ze did not speak.

He slowly turned around and walked out of the earth god temple.

The dark clouds in the night sky had dispersed at some point.

A pale moon hung above the mountain valley.

The moonlight shone down, casting a long shadow of the old locust tree.

The shadow had simply been lying on the ground, motionless.

The next moment.

The shadow of the tree suddenly twisted.

It's like the surface of water being rippled by the wind.

It also resembled countless long black snakes, writhing and crawling under the moonlight.

Zhao Rui's pupils contracted.

"Brother Fu, the shadows of the trees are moving!"

Fu Ze saw it without him saying anything.

The old locust tree itself did not move.

It's the shadow that's moving!

The large, dark shadow kept writhing, stretching, and splitting on the ground, and finally slowly rose up from the flat ground.

They looked like a group of faceless ghosts.

It also resembled a black humanoid figure crawling out from underground.

They moved silently and unsteadily, and in an instant, they pounced on Fu Ze and Zhao Rui!

Extremely fast.

A chilling aura enveloped us.

Zhao Rui instinctively raised his gun.

Bang bang bang!

Several bullets struck the shadows, but it was as if they had hit water, only creating tiny ripples and causing no damage whatsoever.

"The gun is useless!"

Zhao Rui's face darkened, and he immediately retreated.

Fu Ze did not retreat but advanced.

He looked at the approaching ghostly shadows of trees and instead let out a cold laugh.

"They didn't even ask any questions, they just attacked as soon as they met."

"And he even claims to be the local earth god?"

"You don't deserve it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ze flipped his right hand, and a yellow talisman was already between his fingers.

Infusion of spiritual energy.

The talisman burned, turning into pale red flames that rose from his fingertips.

"The divine fire of the Southern Altar burns away evil and destroys yin."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

boom!

Fu Ze raised his hand and flicked it.

The flames instantly transformed into a pale red streak, hurtling towards the twisted tree shadows.

This is the [Maoshan Southern Altar Evil-Repelling Divine Fire Mantra] that he is most familiar with!

Yang-type spiritual fire is specifically designed to counteract Yin-type evil.

Those shadowy trees, which had been so fierce just moments before, became like sparks falling into boiling oil the moment they touched the firelight.

scoff!

A piercing sound suddenly exploded.

The shadowy figure twisted wildly, emitting strange cries as if it were alive.

The pale red flames spread rapidly along the shadows, and in the blink of an eye, they burned the foremost ghostly figures to shreds.

Zhao Rui's spirits lifted.

"it works!"

Fu Ze narrowed his eyes.

He then produced two more yellow talismans and flicked them left and right.

Boom! Boom!

The two balls of divine fire exploded again.

The firelight illuminated the night in front of the local temple.

The twisted shadows of the trees receded as they burned, leaving large patches of charred marks on the ground. Strangely, however, the old locust tree's canopy remained still, and its trunk showed no signs of being burned.

Only the shadow struggles in agony.

Fu Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Not the tree spirit in its true form?"

"Is it an evil spirit dwelling in the shadows, or is it casting a spell using the shade of the locust tree?"

Just as he was pondering, the clay statue of the earth god in the temple, which had been silent and motionless, suddenly made a slight clicking sound.

Zhao Rui suddenly turned around.

"Brother Fu, at the temple!"

Fu Ze also turned around to look.

A thin crack appeared on the face of the clay statue of the Earth God.

A black, blood-like substance slowly seeped out from the crevice.

Immediately afterwards, an old and cold voice echoed from inside the statue.

"Despicable outsider..."

"Why did you disrupt my ritual?"

The voice emanated from the statue of the Earth God; it was old, cold, and carried an indescribable stickiness.

It's like someone has their throat soaked in rotten water and is speaking with a mouthful of mud in their mouth.

Zhao Rui frowned upon hearing this.

"This sound doesn't sound like anything good."

Fu Ze sneered.

"Sacrifice? Using a newborn baby as a sacrifice! Even if you really are the local earth god, I'll still beat you to a pulp."

The words fell.

Inside the earth god temple, the clay statue of the god began to shake violently.

Click, click!

Cracks spread rapidly from its face, chest, arms, and abdomen.

The mud shell cracked, but did not fall off immediately.

Dark red flesh was faintly visible through the crack.

There were also tiny tentacles wriggling and twitching inside.

What lies beneath this clay statue of the Earth God is not a clay figure at all, but some kind of monster disguised as a deity!

Zhao Rui gasped.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The clay sculpture of the Earth God slowly rose from behind the offering table.

The movements were stiff and strange.

It's like a puppet being led by a string.

Its face still held a kind and benevolent smile, but after the crack tore that smile apart, it looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Dark reddish-brown slime dripped from the corner of its mouth.

Tick.

Tick.

It fell to the ground, making a sound like it was corroding bricks and stones.

"baby……"

"My child..."

"Give it back to me..."

The Earth God statue slowly raised its head, its cracked clay eyes turning as it stared intently at Fu Ze.

next moment.

It pounced!

The wide, clay-sculpted robe swung, carrying a foul, eerie wind that grabbed at Fu Ze's chest.

Fu Ze was prepared.

He stomped his foot, his ten toes gripping the ground, twisted his waist and hips, and his blood and energy suddenly exploded.

Instead of retreating, they're advancing!

Bajiquan, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!

boom! ! !

Fu Ze was like a high-speed truck crashing into the chest of the Earth God statue.

An internal burst of energy erupted.

It flows down the shoulders, back, and thighs, penetrating out in an instant.

Click!

A large crack appeared on the chest of the Earth God statue on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread all over his body.

The entire clay statue was shaken into dozens of pieces by Fu Ze's leaning against it, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

Zhao Rui's eyes lit up.

"good!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed.

Because those clay sculpture fragments that fell to the ground were not dead.

At the break of each fragment, dark red fleshy tendrils extended, writhing like worms, searching for each other and sticking together.

In the blink of an eye, the fragments began to come together again.

Fu Ze frowned.

"Is it that hard to kill?"

Zhao Rui raised his hand and fired several shots.

Bang bang bang!

The bullets pierced the debris, splattering mud and dark red blood.

But nothing more.

The fleshy tendrils continued to wriggle, and the fragments continued to come together.

One fragment was even tumbled away by the bullet, but immediately sprouted several fleshy tendrils and dragged itself back!

It was so eerie it gave me goosebumps.

Zhao Rui's face was grim.

"The bullets are useless."

"Regular bullets are useless, of course."

Fu Ze raised his hand and pinched out a yellow talisman, pouring spiritual energy into it.

The talisman paper spontaneously combusted without fire.

A pale red divine flame rose from his fingertips.

"The divine fire of the Southern Altar burns away evil and destroys yin."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

boom!

A ball of pale red flame flew out and crashed into the gathering debris.

Flames exploded.

The fleshy tentacles inside the mud twitched violently, making a sizzling sound, like wet wood being thrown into a raging fire.

A strong, acrid smell instantly filled the air.

"Ahhh..."

An aged scream emanated from the shattered statue.

Even though they were burned by divine fire, the fragments still struggled to come together.

Fu Ze's eyes turned slightly cold.

"They're quite resilient."

He then took out a blue talisman.

This is one of the talismans Yu Mingzi gave him before parting. It does not contain fire-type spiritual energy, but rather a sharp and flowing wind-type spiritual power.

Fu Ze hadn't used it much before.

Now is the perfect time to give it a try.

He held the talisman between two fingers and uttered a low shout.

"Azure altar winds, slaying demons and shattering filth."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

【Maoshan Qingtan Gangfeng Slaying Evil Curse】!

Whoops!

After the talisman burned, it transformed into three semi-transparent cyan wind blades, which spun and flew out.

Chi Chi Chi!

The wind blades slashed into the writhing fragments of clay on the ground, like sharp blades cutting through rotten flesh.

The fleshy tendrils were chopped off one by one, and the mud was cut into even smaller pieces.

Blackish-red viscous liquid splattered everywhere, landing on the temple floor and offering tables, emitting a pungent, fishy odor.

Zhao Rui dodged to the side, avoiding a few drops of sticky liquid.

"Brother Fu, your magic is much more effective than my gun."

Fu Ze's expression grew increasingly serious.

He discovered that although both the Divine Fire Spell and the Wind Blade Spell could injure the creature, they still couldn't truly kill it.

The charred and chopped flesh was still moving!

Soon, the once complete clay statue of the Earth God was completely ruined.

All that remained on the ground were writhing, twisted lumps of flesh.

Some of the tumors were covered with a mud shell.

Some tumors have tiny tentacles growing on their surface.

Some of the tumors even had black holes that looked like eyes, staring intently at Fu Ze and Zhao Rui.

They want to reunite!

However, due to the suppression of Fu Ze's magic, the speed was much slower.

Fu Ze took a deep breath and activated [Spiritual Vision] to its maximum.

boom!

In his field of vision, the entire earth god temple had changed.

Ordinary brick and mud walls gradually faded away.

Instead, there are eerie veins woven from countless yin energies, incense smoke, and blood energy.

This thing did indeed benefit from the incense offerings of the local earth god temple.

The incense has been contaminated.

It's like a pot of clear water mixed with corpse blood, becoming murky and viscous.

Fu Ze's gaze swept over the lumps of flesh on the ground.

Each piece emanates an evil aura.

But the strengths differ.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped.

Beneath the offering table, there was a fist-sized lump of flesh, which was slowly throbbing.

Boom, boom, boom.

Its shape is actually like a heart!

Moreover, of all the tumors, this one exudes the strongest eerie aura.

The fragments and tentacles seemed to instinctively gravitate towards it.

"Found it."

Fu Ze's eyes turned cold.

Zhao Rui immediately asked.

"Where to hit?"

Fu Ze pointed.

"Under the altar, there is a fleshy growth shaped like a heart."

"Use the cinnabar bullets I gave you."

On the way here, Fu Ze handed a box of cinnabar to Zhao Rui.

He knew Zhao Rui was a skilled marksman, but ordinary bullets were not very effective against evil spirits. So he specifically asked him to coat a few bullets with cinnabar, which might come in handy at a critical moment.

I didn't expect to use it so soon.

Zhao Rui didn't waste any words.

He quickly ejected and reloaded the ammunition, his movements so fast it was dazzling.

He pushed the bullet coated with cinnabar into the chamber.

Click!

The gun barrel was raised.

Aim.

shot.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a flash of light appeared.

The bullet pierced through the gap at the edge of the altar and struck the heart-shaped tumor with perfect accuracy!

puff!

The cinnabar bullet pierced the tumor.

next moment.

"Squeak squeak squeak—!!!"

A piercing, sharp scream suddenly erupted from the tumor.

The sound was like the mournful cry of some giant insect.

All the tumors and tentacles on the ground convulsed and twisted wildly at the same time!

Zhao Rui was overjoyed.

"It works!"

Fu Ze has already made a move.

He reached into his robe and took out his lightning-struck jujube wood magic dagger.

This magic dagger was originally made of jujube wood struck by lightning, and naturally carries a trace of thunderous yang energy.

Previously, Fu Ze's magical power was insufficient, and he was unable to fully unleash its power.

Now that his meridians have been fully restored and his magical cultivation has advanced further, he is only one step away from the [True One Primordial Realm] level and can already barely mobilize the lightning-type spiritual power within.

Fu Ze's eyes narrowed, and spiritual energy surged within his Niwan Palace.

A wisp of spiritual energy, carrying a subtle hint of lightning, flowed down his arm and into the magic dagger.

hum!

The lightning-struck jujube wood dagger trembled slightly.

Several tiny blue-white lightning bolts appeared on the surface.