Pure Yang!

Chapter 69: The Soul Turns into Ink, from the Three Corpses

It was late at night and the mountains were quiet, with only the sudden sound of cicadas.

Shen family compound, inner hall.

The smoke of incense lingers among the tablets on the shrine. It is rare to find such an ancestral hall dedicated to ancestors in a modern city.

"It is only because we both hold the true soil that the golden elixir can be returned..."

At this moment, an old and low voice sounded faintly, causing the candle flame to flicker.

Shen Xiangrong had just walked in when he heard this. He immediately stood aside respectfully and said nothing more.

"Wonderful... Really wonderful... The Taoist alchemy language is truly indescribable..."

The old voice sounded again, with a lingering aftertaste.

When the mind stops, it becomes earth. When it stops at the kidney, it becomes Wu earth. When the mind stops at the heart, it becomes Ji earth. The combination of these two earths is the true intention, just like the earth, calm and unmoving, without a single thought arising. Suddenly, the magic of the golden elixir's reversal is revealed.

"What a pity... This is the greatest sorrow of mankind. It is hard to tame the mind and control the desire... How can we achieve the Way of Infinite Pure Yang?"

The old voice sounded again, revealing a hint of loneliness and sadness.

"Grandpa, you have been sitting in the mountains for twenty years. Your spiritual power has reached a deep level. You have already understood the true meaning of not following your thoughts. It may not be impossible..." Shen Xiangrong looked towards the depths of the ancestral hall and could not help but speak.

"If you don't follow your thoughts, have you already got the true meaning?"

Before he could finish his words, the old voice sounded again and interrupted him.

"Practice is the greatest obsession."

After these words were spoken, Shen Xiangrong remained silent, as if he was chewing on the mystery of this sentence.

"Dragon-Tiger Talisman...did he find that person?"

At this moment, the old voice suddenly changed its tone and became very sharp.

"Not yet... There were too many people in the Refining Talisman Temple at that time, so..."

“We must find it!”

Before Shen Xiangrong could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old voice, whose tone became heavy and cold.

"The Dragon and Tiger Zhang family... has not had any incense for eighty years. I must confirm whether this lineage is really extinct..."

“Grandpa, the Longhu Mountain lineage has been passed down for so many years, so it’s inevitable that some of the methods have been passed down. Even if someone is proficient in the Dragon and Tiger Dao Talisman, he may not be from the Zhang family…”

Shen Xiangrong couldn't help but speak. He really couldn't understand it. His grandfather had lived in seclusion in the mountains for twenty years and had cultivated his Qi very well. However, the mere name of the Dragon and Tiger Zhang Family made him so confused and uneasy, as if he had a demon in his heart.

“You don’t understand…you don’t understand…”

"You have never met anyone from the Zhang family... so naturally you don't know..."

The old voice sounded again, with a hint of heaviness.

Shen Xiangrong remained silent. He knew that his great-grandfather had once studied Taoism at Mount Longhu in his early years. At that time, his grandfather also lived in the mountains for a period of time and might have come into contact with people from the Longhu Zhang family.

"I look down on everyone... I look down on everyone..."

The old voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth.

"Such a character can also dominate the Dao sect..."

"Do not……"

Before Shen Xiangrong could finish his words, he was denied by the old voice.

"That's not the arrogance of being delicate and artificial, nor is it the arrogance of being arrogant and lonely..."

The so-called high and mighty, there are still differences in high and low, but the people of the Dragon and Tiger Zhang family...

"They look down on everyone and forget themselves... It seems that they don't even know themselves in their eyes..." The old voice became a little hurried, even a little jealous.

"That kind of innate sense of the Tao and talent forces others to bow their heads in front of them." The old voice gnashed his teeth. He could not forget the experience in his childhood. No matter how hard his father tried, no matter how hard he worked... he could never catch up with those people.

He worked hard for half his life and spent a lot of effort to achieve something that was not even as good as the starting point of the Zhang family.

Such a deficit planted the seeds in his young mind.

"What a pity. Heaven favors the weak and dislikes the strong... The Dao sect is in great calamity, and this lineage is finished..."

The old voice suddenly changed the subject, as if relieved, but the obsession seemed to have never dissipated.

"I don't care whether the man today is from the Zhang family or not, dig him out for me..."

"I want to show him...how our Shen family has surpassed them..."

"Grandpa..." Shen Xiangrong's heart moved, and he looked towards the inner hall following the flickering candlelight.

A squeaking sound came from a dark corner.

"I have checked it. The [Xuanjian Baolu] has not been affected. Using that secret formula, this treasure can be created within three days."

As soon as he finished speaking, a haggard and skinny old man came out slowly in a wheelchair. His skin was like cracked tree bark from being exposed to the sun, as if it would fall off at the slightest breeze. As he breathed, his skin gradually expanded, smoothing out the cracks; when he exhaled, his skin became wrinkled and shriveled again.

"Grandpa, you have run out of talismans."

Shen Xiangrong raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Yinfeng's abdomen. There was a bright yellow talisman stuck there with a strange pattern drawn on it, which looked like a swollen abdomen with a ghost face on it. Tiny flesh whiskers extended from the talisman, like claws, firmly embedded in Shen Yinfeng's flesh.

At this moment, if one observes with the soul, one can find that those tiny flesh whiskers have directly entered the body and entangled with Shen Yinfeng's abdomen, and half of his lungs have turned black.

"This [Lung Storage Talisman] is indeed useful, but it consumes too much energy." Shen Yinfeng shook his head and pulled the dim talisman off...

Suddenly, a sticky black liquid dripped down with a fishy smell. The pattern on the talisman instantly dimmed, and a painful roar was heard, which gradually died down.

"The soul turning into ink is truly magical." Shen Yinfeng said coldly.

He raised his hand, and a brand new [Lung Storage Talisman] flew out from his palm and stuck to the original place. The flesh whiskers pierced into it, accompanied by the sound of a woman crying. He exhaled a long breath, his skin swelled, and a lot of dead skin fell off.

The lungs control the skin and fur, including the pores of the human body, so human breathing is closely connected to the opening and closing of the skin.

Five years ago, Shen Yinfeng was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, but he survived by relying on this [Lung Storage Talisman] to prolong his life.

This talisman is not difficult to make. The only precious thing about it is that it requires the spirit of a living person as ink.

Shen Xiangrong remained silent. He knew that this method was passed down from the page of the heavenly book obtained by his ancestors. Even the method of refining the [Xuanjian Baolu] was recorded on it.

Just now, Shen Yinfeng said that if a secret method is used, it can be accomplished in three days... This secret method is to turn the soul into ink.

The glory and goals of three generations of the Shen family must be realized at this moment, and for this, any price is worth it.

Shen Xiangrong lost his father at a young age and was brought up by his grandfather. The education and influence he received was focused on mastering the [Xuanjian Baolu].

When this moment finally arrived, he was more looking forward to and excited than anyone else.

"The soul is indeed the most wonderful thing in the world..." Shen Xiangrong couldn't help but ask as he looked at his grandfather who was gradually recovering his strength and vitality.

"Grandpa, now that the [Xuanjian Baolu] is about to be completed, you can now tell me who the extraordinary person was who left the heavenly book to my Shen family."

Eighty years ago, Shen Xiangrong’s great-grandfather left Longhu Mountain and met that strange man, which changed his life’s destiny.

This is the biggest secret of the Shen family. Now, I’m afraid no one knows it except Shen Yinfeng.

"His name..." Shen Yinfeng hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"He was once the best fighter in the world..."

"Number one in the world...Number one in the world...Could it be..." Shen Xiangrong's expression changed slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"Three Corpses Taoist!" Shen Yinfeng murmured softly, spitting out the name.

(End of this chapter)