Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

"An echo chamber? Is this also a Taoist technique of the Maoshan School?"

"It doesn't seem to be from the Maoshan Sect, but this magic is useless; it's just unorthodox and only good for playing pranks."

Wen Cai was honest and simple, without any scheming or cunning. After accompanying Zhang Yue to buy things, Zhang Yue took him to a restaurant for dinner while chatting. The delicious meal revealed all his secrets.

According to Wencai, he had little talent, while Qiusheng was slightly better, but he had put all his talent into martial arts, and his Taoist skills were about the same as Wencai's.

Well, not much better than him.

The two of them hadn't learned many proper Maoshan magic techniques, but they knew quite a few unorthodox tricks for pranking people.

The Echoing Insect is a spell that Wen Cai has.

Simply put, it's a prank. All you need is a drop of blood or a strand of hair from the victim, which you then wrap in a talisman...

Then whatever you do, the other person does too.

Zhang Yue immediately recalled a scene—the one where he and Qiu Sheng teased the security captain, Awei.

"Can you teach me this?"

Zhang Yue knew that beating around the bush with an honest person like Wen Cai wasn't a good idea, so he told the truth: "Brother Wen Cai, to be honest, I'm a self-taught monk who is very interested in cultivation."

"But... my foreign teacher died too young, and there were many things I didn't understand."

Wen Cai scratched his head. "This isn't difficult. It's not a Maoshan sect technique, so I can teach you, but I need to ask my master first..."

"My master said that the secrets should not be passed on to six ears, and even unorthodox magic should not be easily passed on."

"But this spell isn't very useful; it's just for playing pranks on people..."

Prank?

Hehe, that's because you don't know how to use it. In the hands of someone with evil intentions, this is an evil art, a deadly weapon.

Zhang Yue recalled a scene from another Uncle Nine series where Jiu Ju's faction fought against Uncle Ying, where they controlled a puppet to kill people.

A heretical cultivator, in full view of everyone, controlled his enemy to commit murder, leading to his imprisonment...

Obviously, there's a reason why this echoing insect is classified as unorthodox. However, in the hands of Wen Cai and his ilk, it was never intended to be used for murder; it was only for pranks.

"Hey, the food's here! Let's eat and talk..."

Zhang Yue called to Wen Cai and poured him some tea.

Wen Cai swallowed hard, looking at the food on the table: braised duck, roast chicken, braised pig's trotters, braised donkey meat...

Before long, the two began to devour the food. For Zhang Yue, although there weren't as many seasonings as in later generations, the chickens and ducks of this era were all-natural foods, and the meat was completely different from that from farmed chickens, making it incredibly delicious.

After eating and drinking to our hearts' content...

Zhang Yue packed two more roast chickens and a pot of wine for Wen Cai to take back as a gift for Uncle Jiu and the others.

Feeling embarrassed, Wen Cai changed his mind and said, "I can teach you secretly, since this isn't a Maoshan magic technique. But don't tell my master, and don't use it to prank people, or I'll get scolded..."

Zhang Yue's eyes lit up. "I will absolutely not tell anyone."

After buying the materials for alchemy, before returning to the mortuary, Zhang Yue also exchanged a few small yellow croakers at a pawnshop...

During the Republic of China period, the exchange rate between gold and silver dollars fluctuated depending on the timeline, but before World War II, it generally fluctuated between 30 and 50.

The watch Zhang Yue brought was a rare and valuable item in that era; it could be pawned for hundreds of silver dollars.

But Zhang Yue wasn't greedy. He wasn't here to be a money changer; he was here to cultivate Taoism. He only needed enough money, so he didn't bring much and exchanged it for five small yellow croakers.

……

As night fell...

Zhang Yue opened the alchemy furnace, took out the medicinal mud inside, examined its color, and smelled it.

Bright and smooth, soft and fragrant, Zhang Yue's face lit up with joy, it seemed that this batch of pills was a success.

Before this, he had already failed twice in his attempt.

While it's still warm, take out the medicinal paste, knead it into strips, then cut it into squares according to the specified size, and finally roll it into balls by hand.

Zhang Yue carefully counted, "A total of 20 Longevity Pills were produced..."

He did not refine the Daoqing Pill from the True Immortal Temple because it was too slow to take effect. Instead, he chose the Longevity Pill that Lin Daosheng and the others were taking.

Even with heavy metal poisoning, it would take many years to die in ancient times. The most obvious examples are Qin Shi Huang, Li Shimin, and the Jiajing Emperor, all of whom had consumed it.

After being bewitched by Xie Yali and becoming believers, Lin Daosheng and the others had been consuming these foods for several years.

With the addition of modern medical technology, Zhang Yue felt that the Longevity Pill was the best shortcut to improve his strength.

Carefully placing the twenty "Longevity Pills" into the prepared box, Zhang Yue took out a test tube from her backpack, extracted a small amount of mold, and smeared it on the tip of her nose...

Entomogenic fungi—

Alternate name: Reborn True Lord.

"Let's begin." Zhang Yue took a deep breath, put a longevity pill into his mouth, swallowed it with water, and then began to meditate.

Close your eyes, focus on health, and silently recite the Taoist mantras from the Zhenxian Temple.

Since his eye disease was caused by the Eye-Scraping Prison, which damaged the "Fetal Light" in his three souls and seven spirits, he decided to cultivate the Taoist scriptures of the True Immortal Temple.

The eighteen levels of hell, the Hell of Eye-Stripping, is Zhang Yue's first stage of cultivation...

After taking the longevity pill, Zhang Yue began to feel hot all over. Fortunately, he was prepared for this and had already taken off his clothes, wearing only a pair of shorts.

Before long, Zhang Yue found himself in an illusion...

He didn't open his eyes, but he could see everything around him. Skeletons appeared all around him, some with rotting bodies and only one eye left, and others with their intestines ruptured.

They were all filled with malice, staring intently at Zhang Yue, crawling towards him step by step...

I hate it so much...

Why won't you die, you living person...?

I hate it so much, I hate it so much...

Zhang Yue was breathing rapidly and remained motionless. He knew that these were all hallucinations and should not be taken seriously.

Once he takes it seriously, he will end up like those two in the Ice Prison and Fire Prison, killed by his own subconscious mind within the illusion.

They slowly crawled onto Zhang Yue's body, while Zhang Yue kept his eyes straight ahead. Even when they touched him, even when they cut his skin and put their hands inside his body, Zhang Yue remained motionless.

[It's all fake, it's all fake...]

If Xie Yali can endure all this, so can I.

It should be noted that Xie Yali took the "Immortal Elixir," which is ten times more potent than the Longevity Elixir that Zhang Yue is currently taking.

Therefore, her experiences and suffering in the illusion were ten times that of Zhang Yue.

once……

twice……

Time slowly passed.

The monster disappeared, and this time it turned into a zombie. The terrifying-looking zombie bared its sharp teeth and charged towards Zhang Yue.

Once, twice...

The zombies have disappeared, and this time they've been replaced by Western vampires and werewolves.

Then, other terrifying things appeared, and eventually even the end of the world appeared, with all sorts of frightening hallucinations coming one after another.

However, throughout this process, Zhang Yue could only watch, even with her eyes closed.

This is the Hell of Guai Mu, a very special kind of hell where people's eyes can see all the things they fear from their memories.

One hour later—

Zhang Yue let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and his cultivation was over.