fifth form

Chapter 3226 The Dead and the Souls Resurrected
"The Grand Historian can only travel and record events, not investigate cases and apprehend criminals. Don't misunderstand our duties. We are not scouts and cannot do what you are asking for!"

Sima Tan, the Grand Historian of Qilin Pavilion, was watching the excitement in the main hall of Weiyang Palace.

Official histories only record major events; minor incidents are not worth recording at all.

For historians, they never thought things were too big; the bigger the event, the more valuable it was to record.

Sima Tan found it very interesting to watch the spectacle in the imperial court, and he had no intention of helping Zhang Xuezhou to capture the sorcerer's yang soul incarnation.

“Don’t underestimate their abilities,” Zhang Xuezhou advised. “Their cultivation techniques are far more far-reaching and convenient than your Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing techniques. If you ignore everything outside, be careful you won’t even be able to work as a Grand Historian!”

"The skills we historians have learned are best suited for recording events, big and small; there is no other way," Sima Tan denied unhappily.

He was somewhat annoyed that Zhang Xuezhou had pulled him awake, but since there were other Grand Historians inspecting the area near the Weiyang Palace, Sima Tan didn't get angry because of the lack of historical scenes to record.

“No matter how strong your Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing are, they can only reach within a hundred miles of Chang’an City. But that technique can reach a thousand miles,” Zhang Xuezhou laughed. “I have even seen top-level cultivators travel three thousand miles. This kind of technique can not only record things around us, but also military conflicts that occur in border areas. Seeing things with your own eyes is more reliable than you looking at the messages. You have been recording for many years, so you should know how much exaggeration there is in their messages!”

"A thousand miles? And three thousand miles? Are you kidding me? What kind of technique in this world can traverse such a long distance?" Sima Tan exclaimed in surprise and denied.

"Have you forgotten about the sorcerers from the Holy Land of Yege River attacking the palace?"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a reminder and then indicated that the two sorcerers he had just killed possessed corresponding abilities, and that they even survived after their bodies died.

"You must be joking," Sima Tan retorted. "Once a person dies, they're gone. How can they possibly use a magic spell to revive them?"

"Whether you believe it or not, take some time now to verify it," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could continue working as a historian after you die of old age?"

"If I were dead, I'd still have to work. How miserable must my life be!"

Sima Tan grumbled, but the displeasure he had shown earlier vanished without a trace.

The matter in the main hall of the palace is very important, and what Zhang Xuezhou said is also very important.

Although it's a little disheartening not to see the final outcome of the conflict between Tian Fen and Dou Ying, discovering better observation techniques is indeed a significant matter that would benefit the Taishi school.

"Don't lie to me," Sima Tan emphasized, "otherwise I'll add some ink to your writing, and you'll be reviled by everyone!"

"I can't fool you, no matter who I'm lying to!"

Zhang Xuezhou patted his chest and guaranteed, and Sima Tan nodded in satisfaction. Then he quickly took the magic weapon and began to do his private work.

As the Grand Astrologer, he would select important matters during his investigations, as he needed accurate judgment to determine where major events had occurred.

Searching for bandits was not within the purview of the Grand Historian, but they were certainly capable in this area, even considered to be among the best.

If they cannot serve as Grand Historian, they can still be considered as clerical officials sought by the Prefect of the Capital.

"My son is fifteen years old and no longer meets my expectations. I would like to ask a renowned teacher to guide him. I wonder if you could teach my son?"

Before raising the ritual implements, Sima Tan couldn't help but ask a question that seemed unrelated to the main topic.

"Can you trust me to teach your son?"

When Zhang Xuezhou asked a question in return, Sima Tan grunted twice and then fell silent.

In short, Zhang Xuezhou is a person with real skills, but whether the students he teaches have real skills is another matter.

At least so far, Sima Tan has not seen Zhang Xuezhou cultivate any talent.

He grunted twice, then summoned two more imperial astronomers for assistance. After that, he drifted off into his own world and began searching according to Zhang Xuezhou's instructions.

"Staring blankly at the corner of Xizhimen?"

Sima Tan's search time was not too long, after all, the target's situation was almost unique in Chang'an City.

As long as the opponent's Yang Soul doesn't float more than a hundred miles from the palace, he can catch up in time.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhang Xuezhou got the result he wanted.

Compared to his own search, Sima Tan was indeed much faster.

"Are there really people who are dead and still alive these days?" After returning from his strange trip, Sima Tan couldn't help but complain that he had practically seen a ghost.

He was saying something that even he found contradictory, but it was actually true, which left him scratching his head in frustration.

"Hey, Dongfang Shuo, what kind of technique are they practicing? Bring it here so I can see it!"

Zhang Xuezhou left Qilin Pavilion on a whirlwind, and Sima Tan couldn't help but keep asking him questions.

“This technique is called the Yang Soul Incarnation Technique. You can learn the appropriate version by finding Dong Zhongshu,” Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Dong Zhongshu also had that?"

"His skill level in this Taoist art is quite high!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't hold back and directly pointed out Sima Tan's learning methods.

His Yang Soul Incarnation Technique was described in the sacred texts, and while translating it into reality is one thing, translating it into Chinese would undoubtedly be more appropriate than Dong Zhongshu's interpretation.

“Then I’ll go find Dong Zhongshu. As long as he’s willing to teach my child, I’ll write a better portrait of him,” Sima Tan said.

"Then he really has to thank you!"

Zhang Xuezhou made a comment.

He didn't care how Sima Tan recorded it; he wasn't afraid of gossip among the living, so why would he care about being gossiped about after his death?

As the wind continued its relentless march, the corner of the Xizhimen wall came into view.

This place wasn't far from the Sima Gate of the Imperial Palace. Zhang Xuezhou originally thought that the two sorcerers had fled far away, never expecting that they would actually be standing there in a dark corner.

If one's eyesight isn't exceptional, a quick glance will only reveal a faint shadow.

The two sorcerers' Yang Soul Incarnation Techniques were of low quality, or their bodies died too quickly, making it difficult to draw magic power from their physical bodies. Their Yang Soul Dharma Bodies looked like a thin veil.

He reached out and grabbed them, and saw the two people jump up in horror, waving their arms and limbs wildly.

Intimidated by Zhang Xuezhou's spirit, how could these two possibly escape his grasp?

"Wonderful!"

Zhang Xuezhou stared at their almost transparent faces, looking them over and over again.

It must be said that Zhang Xuezhou has fought quite a few spellcasters, but he has never actually killed anyone.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed the physical death of a cultivator who had practiced the Yang Soul Incarnation Technique.

Such things can only be known after death; the probability of seeing them now is extremely low.

"Brother, which Venerable One are you under your command?"

Zhang Xuezhou changed the language and asked directly in the Holy Land language.

"Sigh~"

"Ah~ Oh!"

The two avatars of Yang Souls captured by Zhang Xuezhou emitted a series of meaningless low sounds.

Perhaps the shock of death was too great, for the two were still lingering in fear. Their suppressed yang souls thrashed and writhed wildly, showing none of the composure expected of cultivators at the Divine Power Realm.

"This can truly be considered a human medicine!"

Although he had encountered Shi Wudao and Emperor Jing, who had turned into flying zombies, and had also seen 'Bai', these were cases that Zhang Xuezhou could hardly imitate. He was truly capable of replicating the Yang Soul Incarnation Technique, and was even more skilled than the two curse masters who had died in their physical bodies.

After studying the two avatars of Yang Soul for a while, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't figure out the situation where the Yang Soul survived after a person died.

He eventually defined it as a human drug, and also to see if others could do some research.

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou then ran towards Changxin Palace.