Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Although everyone was surprised that Shen Qingzhou suddenly took off her clothes, no one showed any unusual expression.

Even Jiang Xinyue, the woman, only paused slightly in her gaze, without showing the slightest bit of embarrassment.

She was already a mother, not an innocent young girl, and even secretly began to observe his physique.

Shen Qingzhou looked slender when he was dressed, but his true physique was revealed when he took off his clothes. His muscles were smooth and firm, his waist and abdomen were strong but not jarring, and every inch of his figure exuded a sharp and upright air. He was full of a fierce masculine aura.

He took off his outer shirt as if no one else was around, even kicking his shoes aside, until he was left with only a pair of shorts clinging to his body.

It's best to be naked when casting spells; these shorts are the last bit of dignity he has left.

Jiang Haichao and the other two watched his movements and felt a strange and eerie feeling. They also felt a chill coming from all directions, a bone-chilling cold that seeped into their pores and instantly gave them goosebumps and made their spines tingle.

But Shen Qingzhou, who was shirtless, seemed oblivious. He bypassed Lu Zhaozhao, who was curled up asleep on the prayer mat, and walked steadily to the altar. He picked up three incense sticks with his fingertips, lit them, and wisps of smoke rose up.

The bone-chilling cold seemed to be dispersed in mid-air by the warmth of the incense, vanishing without a trace in an instant, while a faint, almost imperceptible warmth spread throughout the room.

Just then, Jiang Xinyue suddenly felt a small, icy hand slip into her palm.

She was on high alert when she was suddenly startled and almost cried out. Looking down, she saw Xiao Qiu looking up at her with her little face. It turned out that Xiao Qiu had put her little hand in her palm.

"Little..." Jiang Xinyue's eyes sparkled with surprise, and she almost cried out, but thankfully she stopped herself in time.

He quickly bent down and hugged her, only to find that her body was very light, as if she were nothing in his arms, and she was also cool to the touch.

Jiang Haichao and Lu Guohua, who were standing nearby, also witnessed this scene and their eyes widened in surprise.

Then, as if they had thought of something, they all looked at the three wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner on the altar.

Shen Qingzhou solemnly retreated to his original position and knelt down on both knees.

He casually pulled a few pieces of yellow paper from the fire pit, waved them lightly in the air, and the yellow paper spontaneously combusted before he tossed them into the fire pit.

Flames leaped and danced, casting orange-red light that made the interior of the room appear and disappear in shadows, with the silhouettes of several people on the wall flickering between light and darkness.

As Shen Qingzhou added yellow paper to the brazier, he chanted an unknown incantation in a low voice. The rhythm was not fast, but it had a strange cadence. It was not jarring, but it felt like fine sand rubbing against the eardrums, making it feel rough and unpleasant.

After listening for a while, I felt a tightness in my chest, my stomach churned, and a strange nausea rose up.

Jiang Haichao and the other two had an urge to cover their ears, but they didn't want to miss this scene, so they could only grit their teeth and persevere.

On the contrary, Xiao Qiu, who was being held by Jiang Xinyue, showed no signs of distress. With her bright, dark eyes wide open, she watched Shen Qingzhou cast his spell with great interest and interest.

As the incantation subsided, a dark color suddenly appeared between Shen Qingzhou's brows. Then, countless tiny, needle-like dark tadpoles emerged from between his brows, densely packed and surging more and more, covering his entire face in the blink of an eye, layer upon layer, as if a layer of wriggling black scales had been covering his skin.

The scene was so bizarre that anyone with trypophobia would probably vomit on the spot.

Fortunately, Jiang Haichao and the others were standing to the side, not directly facing Shen Qingzhou, so they didn't see this horrifying scene.

The dark tadpoles swam and churned on his face for a moment, then slid down his neck like a swarm of black ants, gradually covering every inch of Shen Qingzhou's skin.

Now, the three people next to them saw it all clearly. They felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and their hair stood on end. They almost cried out in surprise, but they pressed their lips tightly together and didn't dare to breathe.

In a short while, Shen Qingzhou's body was covered with these ink spots, and from a distance, it looked as if he was wearing flowing black patterns, which shimmered with a faint dark light in the orange firelight.

His expression remained unchanged throughout, his eyes deep and focused, and the incantation continued unabated until his entire body was covered in ink. Only then did two ink dots suddenly break free of his eyelids and pierce into his pupils.

The moment the tadpole burrowed into the pupil, it transformed into two peculiar symbols, like an inverted "8," larger at the top and smaller at the bottom, embedded in the dark pupil.

Shen Qingzhou's recitation abruptly stopped at that moment.

The flames inside the house were still leaping, the incense was still burning, and everything around was still the same as before, but in Shen Qingzhou's eyes, the world had completely changed.

All things in heaven and earth are covered by an invisible net, and the threads that make up the net are actually symbols that are intertwined like words, floating and sinking in the darkness, constantly changing shape.

Some of them are faintly discernible as Taoist talisman patterns, winding and twisting, carrying a chilling and solemn air.

Some resemble Sanskrit mantras, with strange and unpredictable strokes, exuding mystery.

Some are completely unfamiliar, twisted and intertwined, with no fixed shape at any moment.

These symbols wove together in the air into an impenetrable net, enveloping the entire room and the entire world within it.

Shen Qingzhou called this net "Heavenly Net," the net of Heaven's Way, also known as "Ten Thousand Seals Heavenly Net."

Because whether it's Taoist talismans, Buddhist mantras, Nestorian sacred symbols, witchcraft incantations, or shamanic runes...

Essentially, they are all interpretations and understandings of "Skynet".

The "ink spots" on Shen Qingzhou's body also originated from this, so when his whole body was covered with "ink spots", his aura easily connected with the network, and he also merged with the Heavenly Network.

Thus, he briefly gained a sliver of power to control the world.

He slowly raised his finger, lightly touching Lu Zhaozhao's brow with his fingertip, then gently sliding down his smooth forehead to his rosy cheek.

Lu Zhaozhao was fast asleep the whole time and was completely unaware of what was happening.

Just as his fingertips touched Lu Zhaozhao's chin, Shen Qingzhou suddenly pulled his finger back, and a thread was pulled out of Lu Zhaozhao's body.

The little guy seemed to be suddenly pulled, his curled-up body suddenly straightened, his eyeballs rolled violently under his eyelids, and a look of pain appeared on his little face, but he just couldn't wake up.

Lu Guohua was shocked to see this and instinctively wanted to rush forward, but Jiang Haichao, who had been watching him closely, grabbed his wrist tightly.

In an instant, the pain on Lu Zhaozhao's face disappeared, her eyebrows relaxed, revealing a peaceful expression, and even a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Shen Qingzhou's fingertips traced a graceful arc in the air before landing on the pile of clothes beside her, blending into the net covering them.

His movements did not stop there. His fingertips flicked rapidly in the air, sometimes forming hand seals like lotus petals blooming gently, sometimes forming mudras like solemn Buddhist images. Taoist hand gestures and mysterious mudras intertwined, as fast as a storm, like a pipa being played rapidly. Every rise and fall of his fingertips was in accordance with the rules.

Jiang Haichao and the others could not see the net, but they felt that his movements were strange and difficult to understand. However, they did not know that Shen Qingzhou was focusing his strength on manipulating the net veins on his clothes.

Invisibly, through careful selection, the essence of the clothing's owner is extracted.

These are precisely the things that Lu Zhaozhao was born lacking; only by making up for them can he truly get rid of his chronic illness.

As his fingertips moved faster and faster, the veins all over Shen Qingzhou's body bulged and convulsed violently like writhing dragons, clearly enduring excruciating pain.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and back, hitting the ground, and within a few breaths, they gathered into a puddle beside him.

The three people beside her held their breath nervously, not daring to even breathe loudly. Even Xiao Qiu nervously covered her mouth.