Fairyland Sunshine

Chapter 111 Casting Spells
Cangzhu Mountain.

A ray of setting sun shines into the temple through the window lattice.

In front of the window, Xu Heng was sitting on a chair, with a piece of transparent colored glaze floating in the air in front of him.

His eyes were focused, yet his expression seemed relaxed; from time to time he would point his finger and a talisman shining with golden light would fall on it.

With this action, the black ice will shrink a little, and the coldness in it will become more severe. Although there is no leakage of cold air, it seems that just because of its existence, frost has condensed on the beams and pillars. The whole temple is filled with a sense of coldness, and even if the restrictions on adjusting the cold and heat are in effect, it is of no avail.

This is the thousand-year-old black ice that Xu Heng obtained in the White Dragon Pond. It was originally about one cubic meter in size, but now it is only the size of a human head. As time goes by, it continues to shrink until it is the size of a fist. It can also be seen that talismans are densely covered inside and outside the black ice.

Seeing this, Xu Heng nodded secretly. This step was enough for him. Of course, if he spent more time and energy, he could do better, but he didn't have the free time now.

Xu Heng raised his head and glanced out the window, then put away the Xuanbing. After waiting for a moment, he saw a graceful figure appear. She waved her slender hand at him and called him "Senior Brother".

Xu Heng stood up and opened the door, then heard Ling Junzi say, "Dai has built the altar. When are you going to take a look, brother?"

"Let's go now." Xu Heng said, "If there are no mistakes, we can start to perform the altar technique immediately."

After saying that, he set off towards the place where the altar was built. Ling Junzi hurriedly followed behind him. The two flew over the Cangzhu Mountains and soon an altar came into view.

This altar is 20 feet and 6 feet high, and is mostly built with Dharma soil. It is solid and stable, standing on a high place, and has a momentum of rising above the clouds.

The altar is divided into three layers, representing the three talents. This is the essence of the entire altar, connecting Kunling below and Qianqing above. When people cast spells in it, they can accomplish many incredible things.

In front of the altar, there was a man and a woman waiting. Xu Heng had met both of them before. The man was Dai Xiangfei, who was in charge of the construction of the altar, and the woman was the female cultivator who led Xu Heng and his companion into the altar when they visited Cangzhu Mountain.

Seeing Xu Heng coming, Dai Xiangfei took a step forward to greet him respectfully, and said with a bow, "Greetings, Taoist priest. The altar has been built. Please check if there are any omissions."

Xu Heng was not the kind of person who liked to put on airs, so he bowed and said thank you. Dai Xiangfei felt quite flattered and quickly led Xu Heng around the altar.

Xu Heng glanced at it with his Dharma eyes and actually had a rough idea in his mind. After a careful review, he was sure that it was correct and nodded approvingly: "Even if I personally presided over it, I couldn't have done it much better than this. Daoist friend is really careful."

"Master, you are too kind." Dai Xiangfei smiled and said, "My father once taught me a similar altar method, so I can understand many of the details you asked."

"Oh?" Xu Heng glanced sideways. This kind of altar technique was not very profound. All the major Taoist sects would have inherited it, but it was still seldom circulated among ordinary cultivators. He could not help but ask, "Who is your father?"

Dai Xiangfei said: "My father is Dai Zhiling."

"So it's the young master." Xu Heng said, "I'm sorry."

Dai Xiangfei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master, you are too polite. Since you have seen the altar, I will take my leave now."

"Wait a moment." Xu Heng stopped Dai Xiangfei, but took out a stack of talisman papers from his sleeve and handed them to him, and instructed: "This talisman must be distributed to every member of the Dai family. No one can be missed." Dai Xiangfei didn't understand, so he nodded and put the talisman paper away. Then he got down from the altar and took the female cultivator away.

After the two of them left, Ling Junzi walked briskly up to the altar and asked, "Brother, is the altar okay?"

Xu Heng knew that Ling Junzi had come here to supervise him during the past two days when he was refining the black ice, so he said, "The altar is very good. Thank you for your attention, Junior Sister."

Ling Junzi said happily: "As long as you are satisfied, Senior Brother."

Xu Heng nodded, and walked around with Ling Junzi, occasionally raising his hand to insert a few talismans into it. After a while, he finished and said to Ling Junzi: "Next, I will perform the altar method. Please protect me, Junior Sister."

Ling Junzi agreed immediately, and watched Xu Heng walk to the center of the altar and sit cross-legged. He formed a seal with one hand in front of his chest and pointed the other hand diagonally downwards, and then he did not move again.

She looked for a while and only saw that the altar was absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy from the spiritual veins of Cangzhu Mountain, and found nothing else. So she found an open space and sat down and waited, watching Xu Heng cast the spell.

She was also taught carefully by Jindan Zhenren, and knew that once most altar techniques were started, the caster would never leave the altar, and as time went by, they could use the altar to accumulate enormous power, up to a limit.

If at that time, someone really dared to attack Cangzhu Mountain, it would be like a moth flying into a flame.

I just don't know how much power my senior brother's altar method can accumulate? I hope those people come later, but not too late, it would be best if they run into the gun...

Ling Junzi was thinking casually, but he didn't notice that outside the altar, strange changes had quietly emerged in Cangzhu Mountain.

Dai Xiangfei and the female cultivator left the altar and were walking side by side in the mountains. The female cultivator shivered for some reason and wondered, "Is it getting cold in the mountains?"

Dai Xiangfei frowned when he heard this. He raised his head and looked into the distance at the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun had indeed almost completely faded away, but it was now the hottest time of summer, so it shouldn't be cold even at night.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "It's just a little bit of cold air. Go back quickly, or there might be a big battle soon."

When the female cultivator heard this, she couldn't help but feel depressed. She said, "There are probably quite a few Condensed Demon Cultivators among those people. Do you think that... Taoist Priest is really capable of resisting them?"

Dai Xiangfei did not respond, but for some reason, his thoughts drifted back to the time when he first started learning Taoism.

At that time, his father said something that still left a deep impression on him today. He said: The gap between the practitioners in this world is as huge as a chasm. Don’t look at him being able to dominate the Blue Sea State. When he was practicing on the island, there were so many people who were more powerful than him that they could not be counted on one hand.

That was the first time that Dai Xiangfei knew that his father, who was a man of great stature, had chosen to leave the sect and return to the Bihai State to establish the Dai family in Cangzhu Mountain because he failed to cultivate the top-grade golden elixir.

And in the Bi Hai Province, his father, who was known as the 'number one in Gangsha', was not even the number one figure among his peers in the school. So what kind of demeanor would those true geniuses of cultivation have?
"...The methods used by disciples of major sects are beyond your and my imagination." Dai Xiangfei said, "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)