The Mysterious Dungeon: A Survival Guide to the Twelve Talismans

The Nether Blade is a high-grade sword-type martial art of the Xuan rank.

“Xuanming…” Zhou An stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

The names of these various martial arts techniques all seem to belong to the same force.

This suggests that his parents might be disciples of some powerful force.

I just don't know why my parents went back to Xiaofeng Village.

Zhou An immediately summoned his evil and benevolent thoughts.

“We can’t cultivate this Qi and Blood Technique, so let’s cultivate these three martial arts skills instead.” Zhou An handed the Nether Blade and the Profound Nether Palm to the Evil Spirit Body and the Benevolent Spirit Body.

The evil entity frowned: "Practicing swordsmanship in this inn? How dare you even say that?"

"If I keep cutting like this, this house will be completely destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Zhou An smiled and said, "It's not like I'm asking you to fight. You should first understand and comprehend the basics. Just control your strength."

“That works too.” The benevolent being nodded.

The evil entity frowned: "Cultivating this thing is too troublesome. Anyway, I have a one-hit kill skill."

"And don't forget, we also have fire control, not to mention actual combat flesh sacrifice, our power can reach thousands of times that of ordinary people."

"Those martial artists, can they withstand a single punch from us?"

Zhou An shook his head: "The strength is indeed great, but by practicing martial arts, one can unleash even greater power."

"Don't you think you have enough tricks up your sleeve?"

"Alright, all you ever think about is slacking off. Just do your cultivation when we tell you to," the benevolent entity chimed in.

"Are you itching for a beating? How dare you talk to me like that?" The evil entity raised its fist and glared fiercely at the benevolent entity.

Then he said, "Fine, let's cultivate then. This stupid dungeon isn't fun at all."

After saying that, he even pursed his lips.

Zhou An smiled and shook his head, then began to comprehend the Xuanming Wandering Dragon Body.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside the room, Zhou An and the other two were cultivating.

One could see the benevolent being constantly waving its hands, with a layer of bloody light emanating from its palms.

The evil entity wielded a kitchen knife bought from the back kitchen and kept swinging it, each swing releasing a wisp of energy.

Zhou An himself moved and twirled throughout the room, appearing incredibly ethereal.

In just two hours, all three of them had entered the gate and even made some progress in their cultivation.

Suddenly, the three of them stopped cultivating at the same time.

The three exchanged a glance, then went to the window and looked down at the street below.

"Oh ho, here comes the troublemaker." The evil entity revealed a wicked smile.

"Isn't that the son of the county magistrate who had his front tooth knocked out with silver this morning?" The benevolent spirit spotted Lin Changzong in the crowd at a glance.

"Sigh, why can't they just stay calm? I just want to complete my mission properly," Zhou An sighed.

"What should I do? Should I teach them a lesson?" the evil entity asked excitedly.

He never liked boring cultivation; he preferred to have some fun.

"You handle it, but don't cause any deaths, since I still have to participate in the martial arts tournament," Zhou An instructed.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." The evil entity chuckled.

……

Downstairs at the inn.

"Where is this person?" A constable took out a portrait and showed it to the shopkeeper.

"This... I wonder what business the official has with this young master?" The shopkeeper did not answer directly, but instead inquired about the reason.

"You old dog, answer me if I tell you to, or I'll burn this shabby inn down to the ground!" Lin Changzong roared, his words slurred.

Lin Chang-tsung's face has recovered from the swelling, but his knocked-out teeth have not grown back.

So when he speaks, there's a slight lisp and his pronunciation is a bit unclear.

"My lords, gentlemen, it's not that I'm unwilling, but that young master is a True Essence Realm expert."

"If I disturb that young master, even ten thousand lives wouldn't be enough to compensate for it," the shopkeeper said with a bitter expression.

He had overheard what that young lady from the Wang family of the prefectural city said.

The old servants and guards were all True Yuan Realm experts, but they were no match for that young master.

This means that Zhou An is at least a True Essence Realm expert, or even higher.

"True Yuan Realm?" The constable holding the portrait gasped, his body trembling slightly.

He was just a constable in the mid-stage of the Body Tempering Realm; a True Essence Realm expert could probably crush him with a single finger.

"True Yuan Realm?" Lin Changzong's gaze sharpened, but he quickly realized what he meant.

"You old dog, you think he's a True Yuan Realm cultivator just because you say so?" Lin Changzong believed that the guy was a martial artist at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm.

There is a chance it is the Meridian Opening Realm, but it is absolutely impossible for it to be the True Essence Realm.

"Young master, please calm down." Constable Yan reassured Lin Changzong.

He then looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Shopkeeper, how did you know that person was a martial artist at the True Essence Realm?"

Just as the shopkeeper was about to speak, a mocking voice came from the steps above.

"Why ask the shopkeeper? Just ask me." The evil entity walked down slowly from above with a mocking smile on its lips.

When the shopkeeper saw Zhou An come down, he immediately fell silent.

"Officer Yan, it's him, this is the guy! Seize him right now!" Lin Changzong exclaimed excitedly as he saw Zhou An arrive.

"Why did you knock out Young Master Lin's teeth for no reason, causing facial damage?" Constable Yan asked after examining the evil entity.

"His mouth is so foul, he keeps calling people 'mud-legged' all the time."

"Young Master Lin, you seem to have forgotten what I said before: next time, it won't just be a matter of losing a few teeth."

The evil entity sat imposingly in a chair, tilting its head and looking at Lin Chang-tsung with a mocking expression.

"Looking at your clothes, what else could you be but a peasant?"

"Officer Yan, what are you standing there for? Break his legs!" Lin Changzong shouted sternly.

Upon hearing this, the evil entity's expression turned cold.

He grabbed a chopstick from the table and flung it away.

Upon seeing this, Constable Yan's gaze sharpened, and then he suddenly swung the chopstick at it.

"Ahhh!" A scream rang out.

But then the chopstick pierced through Constable Yan's broadsword and then through Lin Changzong's cheek.

It entered from the lower left cheek, then exited from the upper right cheek, and finally disappeared into the wall.

Chapter 119 Bloody Cult

Constable Yan's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the hole in his broadsword.

His sword is a high-grade Yellow-rank magic weapon, which even a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm cannot destroy.

And now, he's been pierced through by the other party with a single chopstick.

"Senior, please forgive me, but Young Master Lin is the only son of the County Magistrate of Yunfeng City."

"Young Master Lin, apologize immediately." Constable Yan abruptly pulled Lin Changzong over, making him apologize to the evil entity.

At this moment, Lin Changzong was screaming in pain, his hands, face, and mouth were full of blood.

"Officer Yan, you want me to apologize to him? Are you crazy? He attacked me again."

"Kill him! Kill him right now! Call for help! Call my parents to bring men and kill him!" Lin Changzong shouted incoherently.

"Looks like two holes in the mouth aren't enough, let's make a few more." The evil entity chuckled and grabbed a handful of chopsticks.

Before Constable Yan could react, Zhou An suddenly flung the chopsticks away.

Upon seeing this, Constable Yan knew in his heart that something was wrong, but he still made his move and slashed at the chopsticks with his broadsword.

Just like before, seven or eight chopsticks pierced right through his broadsword.

Then came the sound of a fifth-grade weapon being pierced through flesh.

"Ah~~~ Waaaaaah~~!"

A scream of pain, suppressed to the extreme, rang out.

When Constable Yan turned around, he found that Lin Changzong's mouth had been sealed with chopsticks.

The blood stopped flowing; it was all blocked by the chopsticks.

Lin Chang-tsung is now unable to open or close his mouth.

Unable to speak and in great pain, Lin Chang-tsung found the feeling unbearable.

"I'm in a good mood today. Kneel down and kowtow to me, and you can leave," the evil entity said with a faint smile.

Upon hearing this, Constable Yan's face immediately darkened.

“Although Your Excellency is powerful, this is my Yunfeng City, and my magistrate is also a mid-stage True Yuan Realm expert.” Constable Yan invoked the magistrate's name.

Zhou An sneered: "Kneel down and kowtow, then you can get out."

“If you say another word, you’ll kneel down too.”

A powerful aura surged from Zhou An's body, causing Constable Yan to break out in a cold sweat.

He dared not speak again and obediently shut his mouth.

At this moment, Lin Changzong finally calmed down.

He knew he had really kicked a rock this time.

Lin Changzong hesitated for a moment, but finally endured the pain and knelt on the ground, then kowtowed heavily to the evil entity.

"Get out, and remember, get out, not walk out," the malice scoffed, waving its hand.

Lin Chang-tsung, who was about to stand up, froze.

In the end, he got out.

Constable Yan and the others immediately clasped their hands in a fist salute to the evil entity, and then hurriedly left.

The evil entity stood up, clapped its hands, and slowly walked upstairs.

Only after the malevolent entity left did the guests in the lobby dare to discuss the matter.

"That brat from the Lin family has really bitten off more than he can chew. Today has been worth it."

"Haha, you guys didn't see what that brat looked like, it was so satisfying."

“My older brother had his leg broken by this scoundrel and is still lying at home. If my older brother knew what happened today, he would probably cry tears of joy.”

It took a while for the murmurs to subside.

The innkeeper was also considering whether or not to waive the room fee for this martial artist.

In the end, he still did not waive the room fee for Zhou An.

"The martial artist certainly doesn't lack money, so he's probably here to participate in the martial arts tournament."

"This time, people from the five major cities are participating, and people from the prefectural city are also here. So, I need to collect information on the participating martial artists and inform the martial arts master..."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up; he thought it was a really good idea.

If Zhou An is in a good mood, he might reward him with some nice things.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper immediately gave instructions to the waiter and then hurriedly left.