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Chapter 575 Subduing the Evil Demon

"Sky Eye, open!"

There seemed to be a golden pattern between his brows, and one eye slowly opened.

A golden light shot out from the golden-patterned eye, shining towards the strange creature. The monster, as if burned, instinctively dodged the golden light.

No matter how it tried to dodge, the Heavenly Eye always kept it under its sight.

Before long, a hoarse scream came from the eerie creature. Countless malevolent spirits flew out from its body.

Endless screams filled his ears, and countless wronged souls howled around him. Even with Jiang Wendao's heart of iron, he was still somewhat shaken by this strange phenomenon. But he was no ordinary cultivator, and he quickly regained his composure. However, Lü Shiming beside him seemed to be in a worse state, now lost in confusion.

"Wake up." Jiang Wen gently tapped Lü Shiming's forehead, and Lü Shiming's previously cloudy eyes instantly became clear.

He rubbed his forehead, his expression somewhat solemn.

"I'm sorry to have worried Brother Jiang," Lü Shiming said apologetically, glancing warily at the eerie creature wailing in the distance. "What exactly is that thing?"

“This fang seems to be no ordinary creature.” Jiang Wen looked at the strange thing trapped by the Heavenly Eye and vaguely had some answers. “If I’m not mistaken, it should be the spirit of the Yin spirits that died in this Black Mountain. The souls of those cultivators who died here could not escape and were eventually eroded by the strange spiritual energy of the Black Mountain. By chance, they gathered together and formed this vicious fang.”

"You were dragged into the illusion twice by it, and even with the protection of the Mountain and River Cauldron, it was all in vain. This evil beast is proficient in the art of the soul, which it must have learned from the dead."

Upon hearing this, Lü Shiming felt a chill run down his spine. If what Jiang Wen said was true, then this vicious beast was likely far too dangerous.

Too many cultivators died in the Black Mountain, and even the Dao Palace was not spared.

The founding emperor's million-strong army perished in the White Water, and later, cultivators from various immortal sects died in the Black Mountain. For tens of thousands of years, members of the Li family or other immortal sects have died here, making the Black Mountain no ordinary forbidden area.

Thinking of all this, Lü Shiming couldn't help but look at Jiang Wen. Upon their reunion, this man's abilities were far beyond his own. Now, entering this Black Mountain, he possessed an unyielding spirit.

Unexpectedly, after only two years apart, Jiang Wen had become far superior to him.

Even looking up to his back might be difficult to describe.

"There must be many such vicious creatures in this Black Mountain." Jiang Wen looked around, feeling that something was wrong with where they had come from. If this was the Li family's trial ground in the Black Mountain, probably only a Dao Palace True Person could survive.

Someone like Lü Shiming, who is at the peak of the Life Fire realm, would probably be eliminated as soon as he lands.

Therefore, this is definitely not the place where the Li family came to Black Mountain for trials; it is more likely that they came to the wrong place.

After carefully observing the surroundings, Jiang Wen frowned and asked Lü Shiming, "Brother Lü, are you sure this is the only way to Black Mountain? Just based on that vicious beast, even a Dao Palace True Person could easily fall victim to its deadly attack. This kind of treacherous place is definitely not a place for the Li family to train their disciples."

“I’m not entirely sure either.” Lu Shiming shook his head helplessly. “I’ve never been to Black Mountain before, let alone know anything about this place. Black Mountain has always been open only to members of the imperial Li family; relatives like us from the imperial family would never be able to enter.”

"But this place is so harsh, it is certainly not a place for trials. I'm afraid we came to the wrong place in Black Mountain and have been sent to this dangerous place of unknown origin."

"Let's get out of here first." Jiang Wen didn't say anything more, squinting as he looked into the distance of the forest.

Despite the crimson mist obscuring everything, he could still sense an unnamed aura in the distance drawing his attention.

This aura was deep and dark, like a bottomless abyss. It swallowed everything within it, silently and without a trace.

Even Jiang Wen himself was somewhat wary of him.

This is no ordinary object! Jiang Wen thought to himself. He looked at the strange object that had been destroyed by the Heavenly Eye and asked Lü Shiming, "Can the Mountain and River Cauldron suppress it?"

"It should be possible." Lu Shiming wasn't entirely confident, after all, this was the first time he had ever seen such a strange creature.

Without much hesitation, he formed a hand seal and chanted, "Gather!"

The Mountain and River Cauldron above their heads swelled in the wind, gradually transforming into a giant cauldron tens of feet long.

The landscape paintings carved on the cauldron glowed with a bluish light, with surging rivers and shifting stars. The cauldron's mouth faced downwards, radiating brilliant light that enveloped the strange creature, swallowing it whole like a whale drinking.

The giant cauldron then shrank and landed in Lü Shiming's hands, spinning as it did so.

"Your Mountain and River Cauldron is truly remarkable." Jiang Wen looked at the Mountain and River Cauldron in Lü Shiming's hand and thought it was quite excellent. It could refine pills, subdue enemies, and even protect the body. As a cauldron-type magic weapon, it truly deserved to be considered a top-grade magic artifact. It's no wonder that few immortal sects use cauldrons as magic artifacts; after all, such magic artifacts do require considerable skill to forge.

Jiang Wen once retrieved a broken cauldron from the Chunyang Cave, but unfortunately, he later used it to suppress the dragon vein. If given the chance, he might consider forging a cauldron-like magical artifact for himself.

Seeing Jiang Wen's somewhat envious expression, Lü Shiming said, "This cauldron is the treasure of the Discipline Hall. If I hadn't needed a protective magic weapon this time, my master wouldn't have lent it to me. Normally, this Mountain and River Cauldron is used to suppress and refine demons and evil spirits, and it can only be taken out of the hall when the Discipline Hall is in crisis. My master has made an exception for me many times."

As he spoke, Lü Shiming's face showed shame. The Discipline Hall was supposed to be in charge of the discipline of the Tai Shen Palace, but he had repeatedly violated the palace's rules. His master was such a stubborn person, yet he had gone to such lengths for his disciple; he didn't know how to repay his master.

Seeing Lü Shiming's expression, Jiang Wen knew what he was thinking. He reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him, saying, "A teacher for a day is a father for life. Now that you have become my disciple, I naturally hope you will be safe and sound. We can talk about the future later."

“What you said makes a lot of sense. The most important thing now is to find A-Meng and the others. This Black Mountain is so dangerous, I’m afraid they might have met with some misfortune.” Lu Shiming composed himself and calmly looked into the depths of the Black Mountain.

Without another word, the two sped off into the dark forest.

The figure swept past countless rotten logs, leaving no trace after its toes touched the sewage. Although Black Mountain could not be used for flight, for cultivators, flying and running were not much different. Perhaps mortal martial artists still needed to rely on lightness skills, but for cultivators who had gathered their inner spiritual energy, they could fly even on flat ground.

Countless crimson wisps of mist dissipated from the surroundings, and the sounds of ghostly wails and sobs could be heard from time to time.

In the hazy mist, it seemed as if countless people were hidden.

The rain fell slowly, and Jiang Wen used a water-controlling talisman to separate it. It was as if there was an invisible shield around him, and the thick blood rain fell, only to be repelled by the soft glow of light.

Lü Shiming also enjoyed the convenience of the talisman, feeling incredibly relaxed carrying it with him. He was full of praise for this art of talismanic arts and tried asking Jiang Wen if he could learn a thing or two from it.

“If you are willing to join my Jingxu Temple, I will teach you this art of talismanic arts,” Jiang Wen said with a smile.

"Since I am a disciple of the Tai Shen Palace, I would never betray my sect again." Lu Shiming shook his head regretfully.

"Haha, I was just joking. Although I can't teach you other talisman techniques, these basic talisman methods are no problem. If you want to learn, you can come to Jingxu Temple, and I'll teach you." Jiang Wen laughed, teasing Lü Shiming. Just as he said, anyone could learn these basic talisman spells. He didn't mind spreading the Dao of Talismans.

“I have seen cultivators from the Boundless Pavilion before, and they also possess such magic. I wonder if it is the same as what Brother Jiang learned? I have heard that this kind of magic is a secret technique of the Boundless Pavilion and cannot be passed on privately,” Lu Shiming asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, Wuliang Pavilion is Wuliang Pavilion, and Jingxu Temple is Jingxu Temple. It's not Wuliang Pavilion's place to interfere in Jingxu Temple's affairs."

Jiang smiled upon hearing this, and was about to explain the difference between the two schools of talismanic arts.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he raised his head and looked ahead.

Something is coming.

(End of this chapter)