fifth form

Chapter 3379 Each Has Their Own Reliance

Normal magic techniques determine skill and even life or death, while curses involve concealment and entanglement.

If the new emperor had not been fighting a Dao Lord, but another great cultivator of the same level, the new emperor would have died after being hit.

The symptoms after being struck by the Seven Arrows of Nailhead are unpredictable, but it causes excruciating pain. It takes seven days for the piercing pain to cause the victim to die.

"This stick is great!"

"This stick is easy to use indiscriminately, even against one's own family. I'm afraid it will cause trouble if I carry it with me, but it's alright in other aspects!"

Zhang Xuezhou, who had previously served as a support character for the Flying Strike, had never carried a Spirit Wood Staff. This time, however, he was well-prepared and taking precautions against any unexpected events.

This attitude weighed heavily on the new emperor's mind, making him realize that reaching an agreement was likely more dangerous than he had imagined.

After dismissing the guards who wanted to follow, and changing into casual clothes, the new emperor and Zhang Xuezhou used the Sky Shuttle to travel through time and finally sat down under a big tree in Old Tree Alley to wait.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was unwilling to welcome the new emperor at Mount Li. It was one thing for ordinary people to see her secret place, but it was quite another for the emperor to know where she lived.

While waiting, the new emperor touched Zhang Xuezhou's spirit wood staff, but the spirit wood staff, which was under Zhang Xuezhou's control, did not suddenly burst out and smash people.

The midday sun shone through the trees, casting rays of light. This should have been a time of leisure and comfort, but the new emperor was still unable to let go of his tension.

He asked Zhang Xuezhou, who replied absentmindedly.

Zhang Xuezhou was exceptionally skilled at flying. It only took him a short time to fly back to his residence from the Imperial City to retrieve his spirit wood staff, but during a fight, he couldn't spare a single moment to retrieve his own magical artifact.

Of course, this isn't entirely a bad thing.

If he had his staff, Zhang Xuezhou's speed in catching up with the Daoist's soul returning to its place would inevitably decrease.

If he can truly catch up with Daojun with his staff, Daojun will die quickly after being repeatedly struck by his staff.

Killing the caster will not break the curse of the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, and obtaining the Daoist's answer will be difficult.

Perhaps they could guess based on Tian Fen's physical condition and then encourage the new emperor to break through to the True Self Realm to resist, but they would inevitably lose the assistance of the Holy Mother of Wudang.

All these gains and losses led Zhang Xuezhou to constantly review the situation, and he became increasingly clear that even a single oversight could lead to completely different results.

In this struggle, the individual strength of a cultivator is the ticket to entry, while the choices made will determine the outcome.

"She is coming!"

Zhang Xuezhou waited from the blazing midday sun until the sun set in the afternoon, when the light was dim under the shade of the trees, before suddenly getting up.

He spoke up to inform the new emperor, who had just been affected by the curse, and the emperor also propped himself up.

As the emperor's gaze swept into the distance of the alley, he saw the ground before him crack open as if a cellar had been opened, revealing a bronze chariot beneath.

"You're a little late!"

Zhang Xuezhou grumbled and jumped down, with the new emperor following closely behind. Only then did they see a beautiful woman sitting in front of them.

"I thought you would praise me for converting this carriage into a three-seater!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang sighed, and after changing the subject of Zhang Xuezhou's question, she reached out and swept her hand upwards, closing up the cracked ground.

An oil lamp hung in front of the bronze chariot, revealing an underground passage. Just as the new emperor was thinking about digging a tunnel in the future, he was suddenly plunged into darkness.

This darkness bound him tightly, as if he were buried deep in the earth, making it difficult for the new emperor to even extend his hand.

Moreover, his breathing was so weak that he couldn't even take a breath of air.

A feeling of suffocation welled up in his heart, and the new emperor almost thought he had fallen into a trap, but it didn't last long. The light of the oil lamp reappeared, and the cold air from the underground passage once again filled his nostrils.

“You used to let us sit next to you,” Zhang Xuezhou said quietly. “I was at ease with you before you didn’t have the ability to kill Lu Daojun, but how can I be at ease with you now, especially with someone stabbing us with a sword next to you!”

When fellow passengers can be controlled, the Holy Mother of Wudang is naturally at ease.

But right now she was clearly on guard and didn't want Zhang Xuezhou and the new emperor sitting on either side of her, otherwise she wouldn't feel at ease on the way.

“Your new three-seater carriage is absolutely terrible,” Zhang Xuezhou said. “When this carriage is running, it feels like it’s choking me, making it impossible for me to breathe!”

"This is a treasure that I spent a lot of effort modifying!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang grumbled, knowing that Zhang Xuezhou had made comparisons and was very dissatisfied with the journey to Lishan.

But even the Holy Mother of Wudang was helpless, since she wasn't a professional at crafting treasures.

If it weren't for the support of Daojun's family fortune, she wouldn't have wanted to destroy this bronze chariot used for transportation.

The only thing the Holy Mother of Wudang can hope for right now is that things will go smoothly so that she can inherit everything from the Daojun Secret Land, thus giving her a stronger foundation.

"How are your preparations going? Don't tell me all you can provide is that quiet room that emits spiritual energy," Zhang Xuezhou asked. "If that's the case, we don't need it!"

"You used to really like that quiet room," the Holy Mother Wudang replied sullenly, then added, "Don't worry, if this guest were practicing something else, I really wouldn't be able to help, but he's practicing swordsmanship, so he's run into our own kind. It'll be easy for me to give him a push!"

"Are you very skilled in swordsmanship?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"I'm not good at it, but my master is!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang waved her hand, pointed, and the bronze chariot changed direction again, traversing the earth.

The Holy Mother of Wudang is not skilled in swordsmanship, but her trump card happens to be related to swordsmanship.

The protection from her master made it difficult for the Holy Mother of Wudang to make good use of it. At present, she only hoped to get some good things from Daojun so as to realize the transformation and avoid making it difficult to handle.

She once taught Wei Shao'er, who had a great talent for swordsmanship, and also observed and learned about swordsmanship step by step. Unfortunately, Wei Shao'er was not good enough and fell in love, which damaged his health and ruined his swordsmanship.

By the time Wei Shao'er broke free from his restraints and regained his composure, the Holy Mother of Wudang could no longer understand Wei Shao'er's swordsmanship, and Wei Shao'er found it difficult to follow her teachings.

This sword technique guide is now intended for the new emperor, and whether the new emperor can master it depends on his own abilities.

Having managed to kill Daojun twice and gain his recognition, the Holy Mother of Wudang felt that this emperor of the Han Kingdom must have some ability.

If the new emperor is not capable enough to die in her underground palace, then all three parties to the contract will lose. The Holy Mother of Wudang has nothing to say; it will likely come down to each party having the best abilities they can muster.

"What have you prepared?" asked the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"Elixir!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a brief response.

The new emperor carried ample supplies of items such as the Eight-Step Ascension Pill, the Supreme-Grade Qi and Blood Pill, and the High-Grade Qi and Blood Pill, as well as the Tai-Rank Six Talismans that could gather and absorb spiritual energy.

In terms of finding suitable medication, this is almost the best we can do; the rest depends on what the Holy Mother of Wudang can provide.

The bronze chariot kept moving back and forth, which made Zhang Xuezhou and the others feel suffocated from time to time. They could only endure the oppressive feeling brought about by traversing the underground space.

Zhang Xuezhou even secretly prepared a technique to avoid being trapped by the earth, so that he wouldn't be helpless in case of an accident.

However, his many precautions did not lead to any clashes with the Holy Mother of Wudang.

Nearly half an hour later, the familiar underground palace came into view again.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced towards the meditation room and saw that the previously empty room now contained four sword formation diagrams and a sword pellet that shimmered with a faint light.