Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Qin Chuan smiled slightly and continued to look through the bamboo slips in his hand.

This is a volume titled "The Origin of Yin-Yang Techniques," which begins by echoing what Yan Fei said: Yin is within Yang, but not opposite to Yang, just as the moon is in the night, yet it shines through the sunlight.

"There are five methods of application: technique, incantation, spell, law, and method."

The moon goddess's voice followed closely, gentle yet undeniably penetrating:

"'Technique' is the foundation, like controlling fire and drawing water; 'secret formula' is the method, like the 'quenching formula' to regulate the fire; 'incantation' is the secret language to invoke the power of heaven and earth; 'law' is the rule to follow the natural order; and 'method'..."

"'Law' is the unity of technique, formula, incantation, and law; it is the supreme application of Yin-Yang arts."

Yan Fei's voice held a subtle, almost imperceptible sharpness as she replied:

“Just like the ‘Shadowfire’ you created yesterday, it is the initial fusion of ‘technique’ and ‘secret’, but if you want the flame to seep into people’s hearts along with the shadow, you still need to add the blessing of ‘curse’ and ‘law’.”

Qin Chuan paused, his fingertips pausing.

When he was analyzing "Shadow Fire" last night, he did feel that something was missing—the flames could hide in the shadows, but they couldn't reach the spiritual level of a person. That was the crux of the problem.

He put down the "Origin of Yin-Yang Techniques" and instead took a jade box engraved with the character "Illusion".

The "Mirage Technique" recorded on the bamboo slips belongs to the introductory technique of the "Illusion" realm, which happens to require the combination of "incantations" and "laws":

Incantations are used to stir up desires, and music is used to guide the flow of illusions, making the victim indulge in the illusions they have created.

“There are also five levels of cultivation: Alchemy, Illusion, Mind Control, Astrology, and Soul Transformation.”

Yan Fei's voice grew closer, seemingly reaching the edge of the barrier:

"Alchemy is refining one's own spiritual energy to make spells more pure; Illusion is using spells to disturb people's senses; Mind Control is directly touching the soul and manipulating thoughts; Astrology is peeking into the secrets of heaven and predicting fortune and misfortune; Soul Transformation..."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly:

"It is a soul transfer and rebirth, which requires a huge price to pay. If you are not careful, your soul will be destroyed."

Qin Chuan paused slightly as he turned the bamboo slips.

Soul transfer? Possession and rebirth? He suddenly remembered Donghuang Taiyi's golden eyes, and his heart tightened inexplicably.

"Sister Dongjun, you dare to speak so frankly." The Moon Goddess's voice carried a hint of sneer. "'Soul Transformation' is not something that can be easily mastered. Even His Majesty the Eastern Emperor may not be able to fully control it."

She changed the subject, her tone softening, "Young master, there's no need to rush. Laying a solid foundation in alchemy is the right path. I have the 'Taiyin Refining Form Manual' here, which can help you condense spiritual energy."

"Why should Sister Moon Goddess keep secrets?" Yan Fei immediately said, "'Alchemy' is followed by 'Illusion,' and my 'Burning Heaven Illusion Array Diagram' can connect to it perfectly."

The atmosphere outside the barrier became tense once again.

Taking this opportunity, Qin Chuan memorized the bamboo slips of the "Mirage Technique" into his sea of ​​consciousness, then turned and headed towards a deeper area. There, on a jade box, were engraved runes he had never seen before, faintly exuding an eerie aura.

He took down a cracked jade box. The bamboo slips inside were yellowed and brittle, and most of the ink was blurred, with only a few words still legible: "Curse Mark... Forbidden Technique... Soul Erosion..."

"Yin Yang Incantation Seal".

A deep voice echoed in his mind. It wasn't Yan Fei or the Moon Goddess, but... Donghuang Taiyi?

Qin Chuan suddenly looked up, and the surrounding fog churned violently, as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows.

He quickly put the bamboo slips back into the jade box, pretending to be just curiously flipping through them, but a wisp of fire had already gathered at his fingertips.

"It is said to be a forbidden technique passed down from ancient times."

The Moon Goddess's voice rang out again, this time carrying a rare hint of solemnity:

"Using one's own essence and blood as a guide, the power of Yin and Yang is compressed into a seal, which can instantly unleash power that surpasses one's own realm. However, it is too evil. At best, it will sever all meridians; at worst, it will cause the soul to be scattered. It has long been listed as a taboo, and most of the techniques have been lost."

“What is lost is not necessarily bad.” Yan Fei’s voice carried a hint of complexity. “It is said that the highest level of ‘Yin Yang Curse Seal’ can temporarily reverse Yin and Yang, bringing the dead back to life and turning the living… into withered bones.”

A storm raged in Qin Chuan's heart.

Reversing Yin and Yang? This goes beyond the realm of magic and is almost a divine power.

Just then, he felt a familiar sense of being spied on him again, stronger than ever before, carrying an almost greedy desire.

This time, he clearly detected the source of that aura—Donghuang Taiyi.

"It's time to go back." Yan Fei's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension. "Ahead lies the 'Soul Transformation' realm's scriptures, which are too dangerous for you right now."

The Moon Goddess chimed in, "Indeed, young master, one should not bite off more than one can chew. It is already remarkable that you have mastered the techniques of the 'Alchemy' realm today."

They seemed to have sensed something as well; the fighting in their voices lessened, replaced by a tacit wariness.

Qin Chuan walked back with the flow of the river, and as he passed the scroll of "Chaos Manual", his fingertip seemed to accidentally touch the jade box.

Deep within his consciousness, the description of the "Soul Transformation" realm suddenly became clear.

Cultivators in this realm can separate their own soul and find a suitable vessel to entrust it to, and the best vessel is the innate Seven Qi Spirit Body.

He paused slightly, then resumed his normal pace, following Yanfei and Yueshen out of the inner area.

The moment the barrier closed, the feeling of being spied on vanished, as if it had never existed.

But Qin Chuan knew that some things had changed. Donghuang Taiyi's goal was probably not just to teach him Yin-Yang techniques.

The mist calmed down again, and the soft tinkling of the jade box returning to its ethereal state.

Yanfei and Yueshen started arguing again about whether to learn incantations or laws tomorrow.

This time, however, their gaze occasionally swept over the depths of the Hidden Dharma Pavilion, carrying an indescribable solemnity.

Qin Chuan looked down at his fingertips, where a trace of the cold aura from the forbidden bamboo scroll still lingered.

He could feel the seven energies within his body merging in a subtle way. This was the effect of the Chaos Technique, but it could also be... the "preparation" that Donghuang Taiyi wanted to see.

This power struggle within the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

As night deepened, the bronze bell in the Zangfa Pavilion suddenly emitted a series of rapid, light rings, as if warning of something.

Inside the secret chamber, Donghuang Taiyi slowly opened his golden eyes, and the golden patterns around Qin Chuan's figure in the water mirror shone even brighter.

"It'll be soon..." His voice, with a metallic quality, echoed in the empty, sealed room, "When the seven energies return to their origin, it will be time for the soul to be transformed..."

As the morning light of the seventh day pierced through the mist of the Zangfa Pavilion, Qin Chuan was putting the last bamboo scroll of "Astrological Laws" back into the jade box.

His fingertips hovered in mid-air, sensing the rhythm of the seven streams flowing through his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although he had not fully grasped the essence of Yin-Yang techniques in these seven days, he had already touched the threshold of the "Soul Transformation Realm," especially since he had already noticed Donghuang Taiyi's subtle probing.

"Young Master, His Majesty the Eastern Emperor requests your presence." The voice of the black-robed disciple rang out at the end of the corridor, carrying an eerie respect.

Qin Chuan followed him toward the secret chamber. The golden light on the star map floor tiles lit up one by one with each step, as if guiding him.

In the center of the secret chamber, Donghuang Taiyi removed his bamboo hat, revealing a withered face covered with runes, only his golden eyes shone like burning will-o'-the-wisps.

"Sit." He gestured to the futon in front of him, his voice carrying a dull metallic scraping sound.

Qin Chuan sat down as instructed, no longer pretending to be stupid, but calmly looking at the other person.

Donghuang Taiyi smiled, the runes on his face twisting and writhing:

"In five hundred years, you are the first person to touch the threshold of 'Soul Transformation' within seven days."

He paused, his fingertips tracing patterns on the star map. "Do you know who I am?"

Before Qin Chuan could answer, he continued speaking to himself:

"Five hundred years ago, I was a disciple of Taoism, discussing Taoism with Zhuangzi and riding the wind with Liezi. But the Taoist principle of 'quietude and non-action' is too slow. Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. To escape this fate of being a straw dog, one must take an unconventional approach."

A fervent glint flashed in his golden eyes:

"I have grasped the true meaning of the transformation of Yin and Yang, created the 'Soul Transformation Technique,' and separated from Taoism to establish the Yin-Yang School. In my first life, I possessed the body of the closed-door disciple of the leader of the Mohist School; in my second life, I was the direct disciple of the Confucian sage; in my third life..."

He counted on his fingers, the runes turning red with excitement. "In each lifetime, I must find the most outstanding spiritual entity so that I can get one step closer to the limits of the celestial beings."

He suddenly reached out, his withered fingertips almost touching Qin Chuan's brow:

"And you, with your Seven Qi Spiritual Body and Chaotic Bone Form, are the most perfect vessel I have ever seen. As long as I seize your body, I can break through that shackle and truly live as long as heaven and earth!"

Before he finished speaking, the star map around the secret chamber suddenly lit up, and countless runes coiled towards Qin Chuan like venomous snakes. At the same time, a black shadow of extreme refinement shot out from Donghuang Taiyi's body.

That was his divine soul, refined over five hundred years, carrying a ferocious power that devoured everything!

"You think you can take me on?" Qin Chuan shouted, and the Yin and Yang Qi within his body erupted instantly, forming a shield of light in front of him according to the method of the Chaos Technique.

The light shield trembled violently under the impact of the shadow, cracks spreading like a spider web, clearly indicating it wouldn't last long.

Upon seeing this, Donghuang Taiyi laughed wildly: "It's useless! No matter how talented your Yin-Yang technique is, it can't beat five hundred years of accumulation!"

Qin Chuan's eyes sharpened, and he no longer insisted on resisting.

He suddenly turned to the side, letting the light shield shatter, and at the same time, his martial arts internal energy surged out like a river bursting its banks. His fist, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, went straight for Donghuang Taiyi's heart.

This punch embodied all the martial arts essence he possessed in the world of Bad Guys; even before the force of the punch arrived, it shattered the surrounding runes.

Donghuang Taiyi clearly did not expect his martial arts to be so fierce. In his haste to mobilize his spiritual power for defense, he was torn apart by the force of the fist.

With a crisp "crack," the withered body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing against the stone wall and sliding to the ground, black blood gushing from its mouth.

"Your martial arts... have transcended the mortal realm..."

He looked up in disbelief, his golden eyes filled with horror.

Qin Chuan stepped forward slowly, placing a foot on his chest, his voice icy: "By seizing another's body to prolong your life, you have already fallen into the evil path, yet you dare to talk about the limits of heaven and man?"

Donghuang Taiyi opened his mouth to speak, but Qin Chuan's punch completely shattered his aura, and the light in his golden eyes quickly dimmed.

Qin Chuan inspected the secret room, confirming that there were no signs of a struggle, and then picked up the black token that Donghuang Taiyi had worn before his death.

That was the "Eastern Emperor's Token," the highest symbol of the Yin-Yang School. He tucked the token into his robes, straightened his clothes, and pushed open the door to go out.

In the mist, Yanfei and Yueshen waited anxiously. When he came out, the two of them went forward to greet him at the same time.

When they saw the clear look in Qin Chuan's eyes, they were all taken aback.

"Your dementia..." Yanfei asked in a trembling voice.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly, no longer a timid, foolish smile, but with a calm and composed demeanor: "Your Excellency Donghuang used his great power to cleanse my marrow and calm my soul, and my old ailment has been cured."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two of them. "Moreover, Your Excellency has designated me as the future successor of the Yin-Yang School."

"what?!"

Yanfei and the Moon Goddess exclaimed in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief.

"The Eastern Emperor's decree is here."

Qin Chuan took out a black token, the dark patterns on it gleaming faintly in the mist:

"You said that the Yin-Yang School needs fresh blood, and my Seven Qi Spirit Body is the best candidate to inherit the Great Dao of Yin and Yang."