Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 142 Spirit Summoning

At a certain moment, the blood mist dissipated, and the wailing that echoed in everyone's ears also disappeared. Beneath the wooden statue, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, which had no pupils, only bluish whites.

Sima Yi slowly raised his head, and the instant his eyes met the young man's, he suddenly felt a fear from the depths of his soul.

"The believer Sima Yi greets Your Excellency!"

He hurriedly knelt down again and kowtowed three times. Behind him, many Yin Yuan Sect warriors also knelt down in worship.

Suddenly, the boy opened his mouth and inhaled, causing a gust of cold wind to rise from the ground. Everyone, including Sima Yi, experienced a rapid loss of vital energy.

Sima Yi felt a chill and weakness, but dared not utter a sound, simply letting it absorb his blood and qi.

He was physically strong, and although his vital energy was depleting, he could withstand it for a short time. However, many people behind him could not withstand it and suddenly many people fell to the ground, their bodies turning into dried corpses in an instant.

"Too weak!"

The boy murmured, his voice cold and ruthless, so much so that it was impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

Suddenly, he leaped into the air with incredible speed, like a ghost drifting by, and quickly disappeared into the dense forest in the distance.

Sima Yi breathed a sigh of relief and looked back. A full third of the martial artists had turned into dried corpses.

These people were all his handpicked guards, the most elite group of warriors in the Yin Yuan Sect. Their deaths were heartbreaking.

"Sect Master, he's gone missing?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"Our wishes have been conveyed. Now we can just wait patiently. The people of the Soul Suppression Division should be the ones with headaches, not us," Sima Yi said coldly.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

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Time passed quickly, and a month went by in the blink of an eye. On this morning, the streets were shrouded in mist, and every household hung white silk and wore mourning clothes to worship their ancestors in the ancestral hall.

This day is called Hangen Festival, one of the traditional festivals that has been celebrated in Ishikawa Prefecture for over 800 years.

The town of Zhenhunsi.

In a courtyard, Lin Qing sat upright in a chair, flipping through the latest intelligence reports.

"Three more people in the alleys of the western city have turned into dried corpses?"

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"Yes, sir, this is the twenty-third case this month. We have discovered at least a hundred deaths. This strange and evil method is most likely the work of the Yin Yuan Sect." A bearded man next to him said in a deep voice.

His name was Hu Zongyao, and he was the most senior of the twelve chief constables of the Jingming Division.

"There's one more thing, sir. We have an informant who says that the Yin Yuan Sect has completed the Thousand Infant Sacrifice, but the outcome is unknown. Could this be related to this matter?" Hu Zongyao added.

"Don't spread this around until the information is confirmed, so as not to cause greater panic. I asked you to investigate the Luo family. How's the investigation going?" Lin Qing asked again.

"My lord, there is indeed a problem. There is a very high possibility that the Luo family is secretly colluding with the Yin Xuan Sect," Hu Zongyao said.

Lin Qing picked up another piece of cloth and carefully examined it. It contained a large amount of information related to the Luo family.

"We need to continue sending people to investigate; this intelligence is far from sufficient," Lin Qing said.

"Yes, sir!" Hu Zongyao nodded and turned to leave.

Lin Qing got up and went out, heading straight to a shrine on the west side of the town of Zhenhunsi. Yang Chenglu, Wang Ling, Qiu Changming and many other deacons and heads of the department had already arrived there.

"Today is the Cold Festival, when the people of the prefecture worship their ancestors. Our Soul Suppression Division, however, is to commemorate the heroic souls who died in battle. Come with me into the shrine."

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Yang Chenglu, holding three incense sticks, stepped into the ancestral hall first, followed closely by Lin Qing and the others, each holding three incense sticks.

Inside the ancestral hall, there were no fewer than a thousand memorial tablets. Lin Qing entered with a solemn expression and deep respect in his heart.

In a corrupt world, heroes are all the more precious. If it weren't for these people fighting, the people of the prefecture would be living in a far worse state than they are now.

Lin Qing sincerely admired these people, and stepped into the deepest part of the ancestral hall, where he respectfully lit three sticks of incense.

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After leaving the ancestral hall, Wang Ling came to Lin Qing's side.

"Is there any progress on the matter of the Yin Yuan Sect?" Wang Ling asked.

"The banquet for a thousand infants may have been successfully held. I wonder if Lord Yang has any countermeasures? If evil spirits do descend, we must prepare as soon as possible," Lin Qing said softly.

"Lord Yang has already reported to the Shu Region Soul Suppression Division. I've heard that top experts will arrive soon. However, we cannot let our guard down, because according to past practice, the Shu Region Soul Suppression Division is short-handed and may not be able to arrive in time," Wang Ling said slowly. "I understand. There's another matter. The Luo family has secretly colluded with the Yin Yuan Sect and contributed greatly to the preparations for the Thousand Infant Banquet. The evidence is conclusive, and I've decided to take action," Lin Qing added.

"Do you need my Night Patrol Division's help?" Wang Ling asked.

"With your help, that would be wonderful," Lin Qing said with a smile.

"It is my duty to kill demons and villains. Over the years, many forces in the prefecture city have been secretly colluding with the Yin Yuan Sect. If they hadn't gone too far, I would have tolerated it. But since the Luo family is so arrogant, it is just right to kill the chicken to scare the monkey." Wang Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Very well, the Luo family will be removed from the city within three days!" Lin Qing said decisively.

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into the night.

In the brightly lit Luo family mansion, in a dark secret room, Luo Wandeng grabbed a man by the neck, lifted him up abruptly, opened his mouth and inhaled, wisps of white air flew out of the man's mouth and disappeared into his mouth.

A look of pleasure appeared on Rowandeng's face, and in just over ten breaths, the man turned into a dried-up corpse.

Luo Wandeng flicked his hand, throwing the dried corpse to the ground, a faint crimson light gleaming in his eyes.

"Father, how is it? Have you reached the mid-stage of True Essence?" Luo Tai asked with a smile.

"Three days ago, I had already entered the mid-stage of True Essence. Tsk tsk, no wonder the imperial court cracked down on the Bai'er Cult, yet there are still believers who cannot be eradicated. The feeling of such rapid improvement in strength is truly fascinating," Luo Wandeng exclaimed.

Martial artists all want to progress faster and further on the path of martial arts, but the vast majority of them are of average talent and can only achieve some minor success after decades of hard work.

The Beyer Cult can make everyone's strength advance by leaps and bounds, and such temptation is something that ordinary people cannot resist.

"Yes, Father, this time I received the blessing of the Blood Ox Evil Spirit, and my strength has increased dramatically. If I could do it again, I could also step into the True Essence Realm!" Luo Tai laughed.

"By the way, I recently asked you to investigate the whereabouts of this person named Li Ping. Have you found anything?" Luo Wandeng suddenly asked.

"There hasn't been much progress, Father. Li Ping is just a lowly constable in the Soul Suppression Division. What's there to investigate?" Luo Tai asked, puzzled.

"Li Ping is indeed a minor figure, but he is Lin Qing's fellow townsman," Luo Wandeng said in a deep voice.

"Father, I understand. You want to start by investigating Lin Qing through Liping?" Luo Tai said.

"Indeed, Lin Qing is a cautious man who rarely goes out. Even when he does, he keeps his whereabouts secret. If we can control Li Ping, there are many ways to kill him, such as poisoning!"

Rowand suddenly went back into the inner room and came out carrying a wooden cage.

Luo Tai glanced around and saw many colorful spiders in the cage, each only the size of a grain of rice.

"What is this?"

"Human-faced spider? This is a rare poison. No matter what level of martial artist you are, if a human-faced spider egg is implanted in your body, you will die!" Luo Wandeng said in a low voice.