Under One Person: Sincerity Moves the Gods

Chapter 98 Utilizing the Three Corpses

Bai Xun cautiously approached the Taoist priest, bent down, and peered closer.

He looked at it for a long time, observing it from various angles.

He would occasionally turn to his junior brother Yu Feng and say a few words.

"Write it down: the corpse transformed into a Taoist priest, holding a whisk, sitting on a futon, with the character '真' (true) on the back of his robe."

"The corpse transformed into a futon."

"The lower corpse transformed into the character '真' (zhen, meaning true) on the Taoist robe."

Yu Feng quickly jotted it down on the paper.

Bai Xun watched for a long time, from the afternoon until it got dark.

Li Cunzhen sat to the side, waiting patiently.

Zhang Zhiwei had already leaned against the wall and dozed off.

Finally, Bai Xun straightened up, let out a long breath, and turned to look at Li Cunzhen.

"Master Li, you can put it away now."

With a thought, Li Cunzhen's mind stirred, and the Taoist priest transformed into black mist, disappearing back into his body.

Bai Xun stared at the direction where the black mist had dissipated, her gaze complex.

"Master Bai, is there a problem with my three corpses?"

Li Cunzhen asked.

Bai Xun shook his head.

"It's not a problem, it's just... I haven't figured it out yet."

He gave a wry smile.

"I have never seen such a situation in the Three Demon Sect's records."

"The three corpses have merged into one, and are completely non-aggressive; this is far beyond the scope of our research."

"I only recorded its characteristics. As for what it is, why it appears... I cannot answer those questions in a short time."

He paused, then continued.

"However, one thing is certain."

"What?"

"If the Three Corpses do not attack people, they can often be used by their master. This is an experience summarized by generations of the Three Demons Sect."

"Although I don't know what you should be called now, or what your nature is, you can try to make use of it. It might become a great help."

Li Cunzhen was taken aback.

"Master it?"

"right."

Bai Xun nodded.

"Our Three Demons Sect uses the Three Corpses as a means of attack. You can try to perceive this connection more deeply and see if you can make it work for you."

Li Cunzhen nodded thoughtfully.

He sat down cross-legged again and closed his eyes.

My mind sank into my spiritual realm.

Deep within the spiritual realm, there was nothingness, but in the very center of that nothingness, a wisp of black mist was slowly rotating.

It was that Taoist priest.

Li Cunzhen's mind slowly approached the black mist.

He could feel a strange connection, as if an invisible thread was linking him to the black mist.

In the void, the black mist slowly rotated, like a weightless cloud or a still body of water.

The thread connected his mind to the black mist, seemingly there yet not there, seemingly broken yet not broken.

Li Cunzhen did not rush to catch it.

His mind slowly approached the black mist, without exerting force or demanding anything, simply drawing closer.

The black fog did not resist.

It continued to rotate slowly, as if waiting for something.

Li Cunzhen focused his mind on the thread, following its direction, and gradually probed into the depths of the black mist.

We've entered a state of inexplicable chaos.

There is no up or down, no left or right, no front or back, and no distinction between space and time.

Everything loses its meaning here, leaving only a primal sense of existence.

Li Cunzhen's mind wandered in this chaos.

Suddenly, he saw the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest had his eyes closed, his face peaceful, as if he were asleep or deep in thought.

Li Cunzhen was truly close to Shen.

The Taoist opened his eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Suddenly, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, Li Cunzhen had an idea that came to him for no apparent reason.

That's not the Three Corpses, that's himself.

Accept him.

With a thought, he completely opened his mind, no longer guarding or holding back, allowing that power to surge into the depths of his consciousness.

The black fog began to spread.

It spread outwards from the depths of his mind, like ink dripping into clear water, gradually staining his entire body.

at the same time.

outside world.

The Taoist priest moved again.

With a slight movement of his whisk, the prayer mat floated into the air.

step.

The Taoist priest walked towards Li Cunzhen.

He had no physical form, only a condensed mass of black mist, so there were no footsteps or fluctuations in his aura.

Then he stepped into Li Cunzhen's body.

The black mist overlapped with the physical body.

The Taoist's figure began to fade, becoming transparent, and finally completely merged into Li Cunzhen's body.

The prayer mat followed closely behind, disappearing beneath him, while the whisk transformed into a wisp of pure energy, merging into his right hand.

The character "真" (zhen, meaning true) on the back of Li Cunzhen's Taoist robe flashed briefly before disappearing into the robe itself, as if it had always been there.

Then, everything returned to calm.

Li Cunzhen remained seated on the prayer mat, in the exact same posture as before, without any change.

But to those who know him well, Li Cunzhen's demeanor has changed.

If Li Cunzhen before was like the warm sun in spring, gentle and reserved.

So now he is like the moonlight in late autumn, cold and bright, with a kind of inhuman clarity.

If I had to use a single word to describe it...

That is.

Divinity.

Seeing the change in Li Cunzhen, Zhang Zhiwei stood up from the wall, his brows slightly furrowed.

He called out, "Old Li."

Li Cunzhen did not respond.

Zhang Zhiwei turned to look at Bai Xun, his eyes questioning. Bai Xun shook his head, signaling him not to act rashly.

Zhang Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his raised hand and continued to observe.

Li Cunzhen slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer as gentle as usual, but as cold as frost.

Bai Xun and Zhang Zhiwei both felt a sense of unease.

Li Cunzhen stood up.

He looked down at his hands, then at the Taoist robe he was wearing.

Li Cunzhen raised his right hand.

Palms facing upwards.

A cloud of black mist surged from his palm, slowly condensing in front of him and transforming into a sword.

The sword was about three feet long, completely black, and its blade had no luster, as if it could absorb all light.

Only the character "真" (zhen, meaning true) is engraved on the hilt of the sword, with neat strokes and thick ink.

Li Cunzhen gripped the hilt of the sword and casually swung it.

The tip of the sword pointed towards the night sky outside the courtyard wall.

Then, he let go.

The flying sword left his hand.

It wasn't thrown or shot, but flew out on its own, as if it possessed a magical artifact.

The jet-black blade sliced ​​through the night sky without a sound or a trace of light, as if it had merged into the darkness.

It moved so fast that even Zhang Zhiwei's eyesight could only catch a blurry black line.

The flying sword flew out of the courtyard wall, over the inn, over the town, and towards the border of Baishui Township.

Then I came back.

It took no more than two breaths.

The flying sword hovered in front of Li Cunzhen, with a letter threaded through its tip.

The envelope was addressed to Daoist Li Cunzhen in neat handwriting with fresh ink, indicating it had been written recently.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the letter, then at the flying sword, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"Old Li, what's this?"

Li Cunzhen reached out and took the envelope, saying calmly.

"letter."

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but roll his eyes at Li Cunzhen.

After merging with that Taoist priest, Old Li became quite pretentious.

"I know it's a letter."

"I mean, whose is this? Where did it come from?"

Li Cunzhen opened the envelope and glanced at the contents of the letter.

"Master Dou, the Vajra Master of Wulou, asked me to exchange experiences on reversing the eight directions and the three levels of rebirth."

He paused, then continued.

"The messenger was Dou Tian, ​​who was on the border of Baishui Township, just entering the area of ​​my Qimen Dunjia formation."

"I used the Wind Whisper technique in reverse to transmit my voice to him, instructing him to place the letter on the ground and then retrieve it with my flying sword."

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment.

He quickly estimated the distance in his mind.

Although Baishui Township is not large, Tongfu Inn is at least two kilometers from the border.

Two kilometers away, two breaths back and forth, and you still have to accurately retrieve a letter!

That's some kind of monstrous speed!

"Old Li, your flying sword..."

""

Li Cunzhen thought for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"In terms of speed, even during the initial acceleration phase, it can reach nearly two kilometers in a single breath."

"If it's any farther, my Qimen formation can't cover it, and Tingfengyin won't be able to sense the surrounding environment, so it can't be effectively controlled."

"So I don't know what the maximum speed is."

He paused, then continued.

"As for its power, it's about the same as my punches and kicks in my reverse-life state."

Zhang Zhiwei remained silent for a moment.

In other words, within a radius of two kilometers, this flying sword can reach you instantly, and each strike is equivalent to a full-force punch from Li Cunzhen.

That's not the distance of a small town, but the distance of a city.

"Your Qimen Dunjia formation... can cover two kilometers?"

Zhang Zhiwei rarely had this experience.

Li Cunzhen nodded.

"After breaking through the inner demons, one's spiritual cultivation improves further, and the coverage of the Qimen Formation also expands accordingly."

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath.

A two-kilometer-long Qimen formation.

An ordinary sorcerer who can create a Qimen formation that covers an area of ​​a hundred paces is already considered a master.

Within a radius of two kilometers...

This is no longer within the scope of warlocks; this is a human-shaped catastrophe.

But he didn't press further; instead, he pointed to Li Cunzhen's Taoist robe.

"These are all items from that Taoist priest. This flying sword is so powerful, is there some story behind your Taoist robe as well?"

Li Cunzhen looked down at his Taoist robe and touched the cuffs.

"This robe has good defensive capabilities; you can give it a try."

Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, showing no politeness.

He raised his right hand, and blue-white arcs of electricity pulsed in his palm.

"Then I won't be polite."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bolt of lightning struck out from the palm of his hand.

A blue-white bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, heading straight for Li Cunzhen's chest.

Li Cunzhen neither dodged nor raised his hand to block.

He just stood there.

The character "真" on the Taoist robe lit up, and an invisible force field rose from the surface of the robe, turning into a layer of shimmering white light that blocked the lightning.

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The lightning collided with the white light, producing a piercing explosion.

The white light lasted for less than a breath before shattering.

Then, the residual power of the palm lightning passed through the shattered white light and struck Li Cunzhen's hand.

Only a small patch of skin was burned by the lightning, oozing a tiny drop of blood, and that was all.

Li Cunzhen looked at the wound on the back of his hand. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his hand, his gaze towards Li Cunzhen somewhat strange.

half an hour.

He asked the question.

"Old Li, you're not already the number one person in the world of supernatural beings, are you?"

Li Cunzhen shook his head.

"This state of mine is not the norm, but it's only for emergencies."

He lifted himself up and assessed his condition.

"It can last for about half an hour every month."

Zhang Zhiwei's expression softened a bit, but he still shook his head.

"Half an hour is scary enough."

"I reckon even my master wouldn't have been able to block this palm strike of mine as easily as you."

He glanced at Bai Xun and then said.

"Master Bai, could you help me guide the Three Corpses later? Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with Old Li."

Bai Xun gave a wry smile and nodded.

"If Master Zhang has any needs, I will do my best."

Li Cunzhen couldn't help but smile upon seeing this.

By this time, Li Cunzhen had already sensed it quite well.

With a thought, the Taoist's figure separated from his body, transformed back into black mist, and disappeared into his spiritual platform.

His Taoist robe returned to its original state, and the character "真" (zhen, meaning truth) on the back disappeared.

His demeanor changed from cold and aloof to gentle and warm, like the warm spring sun shining down again.

Zhang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

"It still looks better this way."

Li Cunzhen smiled but didn't reply. Instead, he turned around, walked up to Bai Xun, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Bai. I have benefited greatly from it."

Bai Xun quickly returned the greeting.

"Master Li, you are too kind. I only said a few words. You have reached this point entirely due to your own understanding and good fortune."

He paused, then continued.

"If you have any free time in the future, Master Li, you are welcome to visit the Three Demons Sect at any time. I still have many questions I would like to ask you."

"must."

Just as Li Cunzhen was about to say something more, a voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Master Bai, Master Li, Master Zhang..."

""

A young man's voice, tinged with both urgency and respect.

"I request an audience with the Vajra Pure Land of No Leakage."

Upon hearing this, Li Cunzhen and the others looked towards the courtyard gate.

A tall, handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was standing outside the door, carrying a small package in his right hand.

He was wearing a gray short jacket, and his exposed arms were muscular and knotted, clearly indicating that he was a person with profound physical strength training.

It was Dou Tian, ​​the same Dou Tian who had fought him at the Lu family's birthday banquet.

Li Cunzhen nodded and said.

"Please come in."

Dou Tian strode into the courtyard, saw Li Cunzhen, and quickly clasped his hands in a salute.

"Master Li, it's been a long time."

"My master sent me to deliver a letter, asking when Master Li will accept the appointment, as he is already impatient."

As he spoke, he looked at Li Cunzhen.

Li Cunzhen held an opened letter in his hand and waved it at him.

Dou Tian looked down at the package in his hand, then at the letter, and stared in astonishment.

I heard his voice just now at the entrance of town, and I thought it was a hallucination.

But the letter is truly gone, and now it's here.

Then it can't be faked!

What kind of tactic is this?!

Li Cunzhen didn't say much, but instead spoke up.

"Since Sect Leader Dou knew I was here, he must have gone up Longhu Mountain. I wonder how he knew I was up the mountain."

Dou Tian nodded upon hearing this, and Li Cunzhen nodded in agreement.

"In that case, I will return to Longhu Mountain tomorrow. I wonder if Sect Leader Dou is still there?"

Dou Tian snapped out of his daze and quickly said...

"exist!"

He glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, gave a wry smile, and said.

"Master said that if you don't practice Taoism with him, he's going to stay on Longhu Mountain and refuse to leave."

Zhang Zhiwei's lips twitched upon hearing this.

Li Cunzhen is a member of the Sanyi Sect, not a disciple of my Longhu Mountain.

Go ahead and blame Zuo Ruotong!