Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 1 Master, it's time to put the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in.

The night was as dark as ink, and candlelight flickered in the desolate temple on the mountain, illuminating the figures of an old man and a young boy.

The disheveled old man, barely breathing, looked at the little beggar before him and said weakly, "My time is coming to an end. From now on, you will have to walk the path alone. Awakening is merely the starting point of cultivation. Transforming from mortal to immortal is fraught with thorns. You must avoid arrogance, recklessness, and soft-heartedness..."

The dozen or so prohibitions gave Chen Ye a headache.

Thinking to himself that it was too difficult for a cultivator to die, he had been talking for so long and his master hadn't taken a break yet, and he didn't look like he was about to die at all.

But after careful consideration, Chen Ye felt that his master was still going to die.

His master, Mo Ci, was a demon cultivator, and was usually the most ruthless and cold-blooded. He often said, "If it weren't for the fact that I have possessed too many bodies and my soul is weakened, I would have taken over your body long ago."

Demonic cultivators don't really care about the bond between master and disciple.

Mo Ci repeatedly instructed that for the sake of cultivation, one should abandon one's parents, wife, and children, let alone the relationship between master and disciple.

He usually speaks harshly, but now he's giving me so many words of advice; it seems that a dying man's words are kind.

Chen Ye was a child picked up by Mo Ci.

Having spent only a few months together, looking at Chen Ye's face, Mo Ci recalled the scene when he first took on his disciple.

Upon learning that he was a demonic cultivator, the first thing the boy said was, "Master, can you teach me how to refine the Myriad Souls... Human Emperor Banner?"

Mo Ci thought to himself, "Although this kid is ambitious, he really is a born demon cultivator. He can talk about refining people's souls as soon as he opens his mouth."

Mo Ci then took Chen Ye as his disciple and taught him cultivation.

I thought I could hold on for a few more years, at least until this kid condenses his Qi Sea, but I never expected today to be my death day.

Mo Ci didn't regret it much. After all, every demonic cultivator has a painful past. It's not like they had no choice. Who would give up the glorious path of righteous cultivation to become a demonic cultivator in the gutter?
Since there's no other choice, there's no room for regret.

Mo Ci reached out and patted Chen Ye on the shoulder.

"My disciple, there's not much I can say anymore, and I have nothing of value to leave you. There's no need to wait for this old man to die. The path to immortality is long and arduous; from today onward, walk it on your own."

Chen Ye kowtowed to his master, slowly stood up, and then took out a white banner from his storage bag.

"Master, look what this is."

Chen Ye's words made Mo Ci, who had already closed his eyes, open them again. After seeing the incantation on the white banner, he was first stunned, then burst into laughter: "The Ten Thousand Soul Banner? As expected of a disciple of the Demonic Sect, you want to use this thing to collect my soul before I'm even completely dead?"

Mo Ci never expected that Chen Ye would take out something like this at the last moment.

I knew I hadn't misjudged him; he was a born devil.

However, he immediately sneered, "Fool! My cultivation is three realms higher than yours. Even if I were to die, how could I be outmaneuvered by a greenhorn like you? Look at your banner, the materials are crude, the incantation is incomplete. You think you can forge a Myriad Souls Banner? Such overestimation of your abilities, you will surely lose your life within ten years..."

Mo Ci became more and more agitated as he spoke, and almost couldn't resist slapping his ignorant disciple to death.

The Demonic Sect may be ruthless towards family and friends, but they cannot be so blind as to fail to see the difference in power.

However, Chen Ye waved his hand to stop his master's "last words" and said in a righteous tone: "Master, this Ten Thousand Soul Banner is indeed made of inferior materials and the incantation is incomplete. It only has a little effect on collecting and nourishing souls, and it has no restrictions or control methods. Moreover, it may be destroyed if you just drop it."

"That's why I was able to cobble together this forgery. To put it bluntly, it's a place for ghosts to possess, but at least it can keep your soul from scattering. This is all I'm capable of. Take it or leave it, this Myriad Soul Banner."

Mo Ci paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "You're only doing this to preserve my soul?"

Chen Ye nodded and said, "That's right. Your disciple doesn't have much skill, but this Ten Thousand Soul Banner took a lot of effort. Master, your disciple knows that being a wandering ghost is not easy. If you're not careful, you might be captured and enslaved and tortured day and night. But as long as your soul isn't completely destroyed, there's still a glimmer of hope. Maybe if your disciple attains immortality in the future, you can rebuild your physical body?"

Mo Ci scolded, "You're so indecisive, where is your ruthlessness as a disciple of the Demonic Sect? Besides, if people find out you have this Myriad Soul Banner that contains the soul of a Transcendent Realm master, can you protect it? You're just asking for trouble..." Chen Ye said impatiently, "Master, just tell me if you're going to put this Myriad Soul Banner in or not."

Mo Ci remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "Never mind."

Mo Ci's seven orifices emitted wisps of green smoke, which transformed into a phantom figure and drifted toward the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Chen Ye gave a soft shout: "Collect!" The white banner fluttered slightly, drawing his soul into it.

In an instant, the incantations on the banner flashed and transformed into a ghostly face.

Mo Ci's surprised voice came from the Myriad Soul Banner: "This magic weapon is extraordinary. How can its soul-nourishing effect be so good?"

Mo Ci had been possessed multiple times to prolong his life, and his soul was already extremely weak. If he were to die naturally, he would dissipate with the slightest breeze.

Originally, it was thought that Chen Ye's hastily cobbled-together Ten Thousand Soul Banner would be good enough to barely keep his soul from dissipating, but upon entering, it was discovered that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner also had the effect of gathering Yin energy to nourish the soul.

Mo Ci thought to himself that if he used the same materials, he definitely wouldn't be able to achieve the same results.

Chen Ye smiled smugly, "The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is also an object that gathers Yin energy, so it cannot be separated from the four Yin trigrams: Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui. It needs to be combined and varied, with intricate numbers. The soul has form but no form; existence and non-existence give rise to each other, and difficulty and ease complement each other. Based on this, I have improved the refining method, eliminating many useless and complicated procedures, and improving the incantation..."

Mo Ci now understood what Chen Ye had felt earlier. Her soul, which had just separated from her physical body, was almost destroyed by Chen Ye's recitation. These things seemed to be described in books, things she had read before, but how did they become so profound when recited by Chen Ye?

Mo Ci was shocked to discover that he was actually falling behind Chen Ye's ideas when it came to refining treasures.

Could this kid really be a genius?
Although Mo Ci's cultivation level was much higher than Chen Ye's, it was the magical power accumulated over many years. He knew that he was actually just average in terms of talent.

He learned cultivation methods, treasure-refining techniques, and all kinds of spells by rote, practicing exactly how others did it.

Sometimes he could occasionally obtain some fragments of ancient books, but Mo Ci could only understand them superficially, and his comprehension was quite average.

Those righteous masters and demonic celestial beings, which one of them didn't innovate upon ancient methods and comprehend their own unique path of cultivation? Only then were they qualified to inquire about the immortal sects.

Someone with Mo Ci's aptitude has no hope of becoming an immortal in their lifetime.

But who among those with mediocre talent would willingly admit defeat?

Mo Ci was like this, and so were all cultivators in the world; they could only accept their fate when their lifespan was about to end.

Looking at Chen Ye, whose eyes were shining and who kept talking, Mo Ci couldn't help but feel hopeful.

Maybe this kid can really become an immortal?

Mo Ci felt a mix of emotions. He thought that Chen Ye wasn't ruthless enough and probably wouldn't go far on his path of cultivation. Yet, he was also grateful that his disciple was loyal and righteous, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Ugh……"

Mo Ci sighed, about to give Chen Ye a few more words of advice: be kind to yourself, but never be so kind to others.

But before Mo Ci could speak, Chen Ye took out a bunch of talismans from his storage bag and stuck them on his corpse.

Mo Ci asked in surprise, "Disciple, what's going on?"

Chen Ye replied, "Even though you didn't practice body cultivation, turning your body into a zombie would only result in a cheap product, but something is better than nothing, and we can't waste it, right?"

Mo Ci: ...

This child is destined for greatness!
My previous book featured a senile old man who transmigrated several hundred years ago. This one features a protagonist who has just transmigrated and still possesses youthful vigor—not only must he be physically powerful, but he must also firmly stand on the moral high ground. Please add this to your favorites and show your support. Thank you so much.

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