Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 40: Blood corpse regeneration method

The horse demon uttered some harsh words and fled back into the tomb, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Xue." Huo Yaoguang went over to look at Xue Yan in the jar.

Xue Yan was dispirited, but having escaped death, he struggled to get excited: "Junior sister, please rescue me!"

Huo Yaoguang released a purple sword energy, about to break the big jar and release Xue Yan.

"No! That horse demon used the 'Blood Corpse Reversal Technique'. Senior Brother Xue's blood and essence were gradually sucked out and connected to the jar. The blood vessels were connected, and the jar became a part of his body. If the jar is shattered, Senior Brother Xue's life would be in danger!" Yang Qisheng hurriedly stopped him. "Otherwise, I would have chopped the jar open while I was inside. Why bother bringing it out with me?"

Xue Yan, however, was not convinced. In his eyes, he was a favored child of the "Upper Three Sects" and should have a higher level of Taoism, deeper magical powers, and broader knowledge than his peers of the "Lower Five Sects"!

"What's this 'Blood Corpse Reversal Technique'? Where did you know about it? Could it be that Du Nao invented it?"

Yang Qisheng explained, "It's recorded in the 16th volume of the Lingbao Sutra for Saving People, 'The Method for Saving the Three Corpses.' Didn't Senior Brother Xue read this sutra while at the Qingning Mountain ancestral temple?"

Xue Yan's face flushed, and he hurriedly communicated with the real person Dayou in his mind.

However, the spiritual consciousness of the great immortal in his mind only contained the "Lingbao Five Talismans Sutra" and the "Sky-Raining Flower Sword Technique", but not the "Lingbao Saving People Sutra".

He asked if this was the "Blood Corpse Reversal Method", and Dayou Zhenren replied that it was.

He asked again whether this evil method had made the blood urn a part of his body as Yang Qisheng said, but Master Dayou could not give an accurate answer.

The "Blood Corpse Reversal Method" is the top method in the lower corpse path among the Three Corpse Paths. It is far from comparable to ordinary unorthodox methods. Dayou Zhenren himself has not practiced the "Lingbao Saving People Sutra", so he cannot explain it.

Xue Yan had always been proud, and now that he'd fallen into this situation, he instinctively wanted to save face. Ashamed to be considered uninformed, he argued, "I've read the 'Lingbao Sutra for Saving People,' and I know about the 'Blood Corpse Reversal Method,' but so what? In our authentic Xuan Sect, as long as we focus our spiritual awareness and let our true energy flow, we can be immune to all evil! One method can counter all methods. Don't you understand this principle?"

Yang Qisheng thought about it and felt that what he said was right. When he was in the devil's realm of Wutou Mountain, he relied on "the form is like a deep valley, the heart is dead and the soul is alive, the form is like a treasure and the spirit" to control the inner demons and subdue the outer demons, and successfully refined the demons and broke through the realm.

Xue Yan has practiced Taoism for longer than himself. Although they are both at the perfect foundation-building stage, his accumulated magical powers are deeper than his. If he can also enter the realm of "Spiritual Treasure Valley God", theoretically he will be "immune to all evil". Even if his vitality is damaged, he will be able to recover quickly.

Yang Qisheng saw that Xue Yan was arrogant and always wanted to be superior to his junior brother from the "Outer Five Sects", so he stopped forcing him.

Xue Yan closed his eyes, focused his mind, and practiced his Qi for a moment. Seeing that he was almost there, Huo Yaoguang extended his finger and pointed. Purple light burst forth, circling the large jar several times in an instant.

The pottery jar broke into several circles and then broke into pieces, and the blood inside gushed out.

Xue Yan fell to the ground along with the broken pieces of pottery jar. Huo Yaoguang tried to support him regardless of the blood, but he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Yang Qisheng went over and picked up a piece of debris, and found that it was covered with dense blood vessels, denser than a spider web, and finally merged into blood vessels as big as tree roots, connecting to Xue Yan's arm.

Looking at Xue Yan again, blood vessels grew from his chest, back, arms and thighs, connecting to the surrounding walls of the urn. They were indeed grown together.

Xue Yan collapsed on the ground, only his head could move. Because of the wooden lid of the jar on his neck, his vision was obscured and he could not see what was happening to his body. He shouted loudly: "What's going on? What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?"

It turned out that after he was captured, his hands, feet, and limbs were nailed into the coffin nails, sealing his magic power. He lost all feeling below the neck and curled up in the jar, unable to struggle at all. He could only feel his energy constantly draining away.

At this time, the jar was broken, and he felt a sharp pain in his cavity as if his heart and lungs were being ripped out. When the wind blew on his limbs, he regained some consciousness, but they quickly became numb and stiff, as if being pierced by thousands of needles. It was painful, but he still couldn't move.

"Not good!" Yang Qisheng knew that Xue Yan had failed to maintain the state of "Spiritual Treasure Valley God" and his internal organs had been invaded by the sinister evil method. He hurriedly condensed the Five Elements Qi into a spiritual treasure golden talisman and slapped it on Xue Yan's forehead to protect his soul.

Huo Yaoguang also tacitly slapped a golden magic talisman on his chest, trying his best to protect his internal organs.

Yang Qisheng stood up and looked around, then said to Huo Yaoguang, "We can't handle him like this. And there's the horse demon in the tomb. It's going to come out and kill people at night, and we can't defeat it. We have to send him back to the elders as soon as possible."

Huo Yaoguang nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Send him to Longgao Mountain and ask Uncle Mingyi to rescue him."

"I'm afraid that's not possible..." Yang Qisheng thought for a moment, "My master has been in seclusion for over two years, and there's been no news from him. There's a massive rock blocking the entrance to Shenglong Cave, and there's also a hidden Earthly True Fire Forbidden Technique. Even Senior Brother Ye and I can't get close. If he doesn't come out on his own initiative, there's nothing anyone can do. Let's split up. You've been to Qingning Mountain, and you know the way to Taiyi Palace."

You take him back to the Master for treatment. I'll stay here and monitor the horse demon. It's likely that the demon won't be able to find us at night and will go to the village over there to wreak havoc. I'll see if I can get the villagers to hide out first. Report the situation here to the Master in charge of Taiyi Palace. It would be best if someone could be dispatched to eliminate the horse demon. Also..."

He turned his head and looked at the pitch-black tomb. "I'm more worried about the general in this tomb who died five hundred years ago. The horse demon in his tomb is so powerful. If he were to be resurrected, who knows what would happen."

Huo Yaoguang couldn't think of a better way. While he was speaking, Xue Yan's whole body had become stiff, and he couldn't even turn his neck. His face was pale, and his lips and tongue began to numb, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Then you have to be careful, Senior Brother. I'm going to Longgao Mountain first. If I can't see Uncle Mingyi, I'll go to Qingning Mountain. I'll come back to meet you as soon as possible no matter what!"

After saying this, Huo Yaoguang released a purple sword energy, which cleanly and neatly swept up Xue Yan and the broken pieces of the pottery jar on the ground. He then combined it with his own spiritual energy, transformed it into a purple light, flew through the air, and disappeared in an instant.

Yang Qisheng turned to Wang Huyue and asked, "I'm going to go to the village and tell the villagers that a horse demon is about to appear. I want them to leave and avoid the disaster. Would you like to come with me?"

Wang Huyue didn't care about other people's lives, but he really wanted to have a good relationship with Yang Qisheng. Now that he was outside, with his cultivation in the Demon Refining Stage, even if he couldn't defeat the horse monster, he could still protect himself or escape.

So he said righteously: "Daoyou is kind and righteous, and we, as master and disciple, naturally have no choice but to do our duty!"

Yang Qisheng picked up the seven Refining Demon-level flying swords on the ground and immediately rushed to Wanliu Village at the foot of the slope with his master and apprentice Wang Huyue. The village was small, with only about twenty households, all made of adobe, wooden boards, and thatched houses, scattered sparsely on the hillside.

There were a few children playing at the entrance of the village. They each held a wooden sword and imitated the knights in the martial arts world, fighting and arguing with each other. Their childish voices spoke in an old-fashioned way.

In the distance, another child was squatting under a tree, looking at them eagerly. It was Jing Han, the hunter's son they had met before. He was holding a rusty dagger in his hand and was carefully scratching his arm.

Yang Qisheng and the other two landed at the village entrance with their swords on, and the group of children were stunned.

"You, you, you...you are the legendary sword immortal, right?" One of the oldest children came over and asked.

Yang Qisheng nodded.

"Wow! You are sword immortals who are even more powerful than swordsmen!" The child looked up, his eyes shining. "Can I become your disciple?"

There was a smarter one nearby who immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, please accept this disciple's greeting!"

The remaining children also rushed to kowtow: "Master! Master! Please accept me! I want to be a sword immortal too!"

Yang Qisheng waved his hand, and a gentle burst of Qi lifted the children up. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, cultivating both internal and external strength, and having spent over two years cultivating at Longgao Mountain, he could tell at a glance that these children's aptitudes were mediocre, perhaps even below average. Furthermore, he himself hadn't even been entered into the Taiyi Palace's genealogy, so how could he possibly consider accepting them as disciples?

He took a few steps and asked Jing Han, "Just now I saw you cutting your arm with a knife?"

"Immortal, don't pay any attention to him!" the children shouted in unison. "He's the son of a zombie! He bites people and drinks their blood!"

Jing Han looked up at him, then lowered his head again, muttering, "Maybe I really am the son of a zombie."

Yang Qisheng reached out and touched his forehead, then said with a smile, "You are indeed a human being, a living person. You can't be a little zombie."

Jing Han has a unique temperament and can be described as excellent, standing out among many children.

The reason why he came here on his flying sword in such a grand manner was to make the villagers believe that he was a sword immortal and listen to him.

Time was running out, so he asked the children to notify the villagers to gather at the village entrance.

The children ran home shouting all the way, and soon the village became lively.

When the villagers heard that a sword immortal who could fly and hide had arrived at the village entrance, they all rushed over to see.

They saw that Yang Qisheng was too young, Tu Yanzhou looked dusty, and only Wang Huyue had the air of an immortal. They all approached him cautiously, asking, "Are you really sword immortals? Are you just some impostor?"

Yang Qisheng asked Wang Huyue to show his skills first. Wang Huyue stretched out his hand and pointed. The flying sword behind him did not come out of its sheath. With a loud "clang" sound, a big willow tree dozens of steps away was cut in half by the sword.

"He killed the Willow God!" A villager exclaimed as he looked at the willow tree leaning to the side.

It turned out that the willow tree was so thick that it took ten people to hug it. It had grown here long before the village was formed. It originally had lush branches and leaves, with thousands of green leaves hanging down, and was revered as the Willow God by the villagers.

Every household would ask someone to write down their wishes on paper, sew them into red cloth and tie them to willow branches, then prepare offerings and perform worship. Afterwards, nine out of ten times their wishes would come true.

For unknown reasons, the Willow God suddenly withered and died a few years ago. No matter how hard he tried to defeat it, it was of no use. It wasn't until the past two years that it began to sprout again, but was eventually cut in half by Wang Huyue's sword.

As the saying goes, even if the donkey falls, the frame remains. Although the tree was dead, its trunk was thick and its branches were numerous. When it fell down with a crash, dust flew up and several people screamed.

"What willow god? It's just a dead tree coming back to life in spring. It's not really a miracle." Wang Huyue didn't feel that the tree had any spirituality. He didn't care at all and thought it was just the ignorant superstition of the mountain people.

Of course, even if it had a spirit, he would have no qualms about killing it.

The Willow God holds a very high status in the hearts of the villagers. According to their ancestors, this tree is very spiritual and saved the lives of the villagers' ancestors five hundred years ago. Later generations have worshipped it and offered incense to it continuously.

But after it died that year, it was no longer as effective. The villagers watered and fertilized it, but it had just sprouted new buds in the past two years, but was cut off by Wang Huyue. Many villagers were very unhappy.

Of course, there were also those who only recognized the gods in front of them, and they all knelt and shouted: "Gods, please bless us! Please bless us!"

"My second son sprained his ankle yesterday. Please ask the gods to heal him. I will definitely offer more incense to him after he recovers."

"My wife disappeared yesterday. Please help find her."

"My daughter-in-law has been married for six years and she is still pregnant. I pray to the gods to give me a fertility recipe so that I can have a grandson soon."

"My eldest grandson heard that a deity had descended to the Huailing Temple in the county, so he went to worship the deity. He has been gone for over a month and has not heard from anyone since. I beg the deity to check where my eldest grandson is now."

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(End of this chapter)