Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 80 - 61 Ah—

"Daoist friend, please!"

Hong Yuan Daoist invited Chen Jichuan to the Dharma Platform. Sitting cross-legged at the center, he solemnly instructed, "No matter what happens later, just hold onto your true heart. Leave the rest to me."

"Understood."

Chen Jichuan responded and took his seat at the center, silently reciting the "High Above Moon Palace Taiyin Primordial Lord Filial Immortal King Jinhua Yellow Book."

In the blink of an eye, a quarter-hour passed.

Hong Yuan Daoist ascended the Dharma Platform, forming the Golden Blade and Sharp Scissors Decision with his fingers, stepping into the Harmony Gang stance. Wielding a Coin Magic Sword, he raised nine Yellow Talismans and burned them with the wind, chanting: "I humbly summon the Heavenly Jade Emperor, let the Lingxiao Palace shine brightly. Urgently call for urgent spirits; summon cloth-robed, brocade-clad, hemp-robed ladies of the Three Mountain Immortals to swiftly descend. Borrow the Golden Shears, sever the hemp rope, cutting it to countless pieces, sparing nothing. If there are evil practitioners or cultists invoking magic, let heavenly thunder cleave their bodies. I earnestly request the Southern Dipper Six Stars and Beidou Seven Stars; I invoke Baoyi Immortal Master’s urgent decree as law."

The incantation brought the sound of thunder.

Seated in the center, Chen Jichuan faintly perceived a golden pair of shears suspended above his head, radiating divine majesty, brimming with latent energy.

It inexplicably made his heart feel at ease.

Before long.

Suddenly, an intense unease struck, tightening Chen Jichuan’s heart: "It’s here!"

Indeed.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the Jade-faced God appeared, gripping the plow, cackling lewdly as it approached. Once within reach, he would suffer yesterday’s torment again.

Chen Jichuan silently recited Daoist Scripture, steadfast in his resolve.

Outside, Hong Yuan Daoist presided over the Dharma Platform. Seeing vile winds rise and ominous energies surge, he recognized the ’Plow Head Curse’ taking hold once more.

Without hesitation.

"Strike!"

He swung the Magic Sword in midair toward Chen Jichuan, while clasping three Yellow Talismans in his left hand. With a loud crack, they ignited as he shouted, "The Immortal Ladies lend their power, the Immortal Master lends his strength. Golden Shears, cut, cut, cut!"

At the cry.

Chen Jichuan saw the golden shears, suspended in an unseen realm, spring into motion, descending fiercely toward the plow gripped by the Jade-faced God—

Snap~

One cut sparked.

Two cuts dulled the blades.

Three cuts shattered the golden shears.

The golden shears clashed with the plow thrice, only to be smashed into countless fragments, the spell failing outright.

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On the Dharma Platform, Hong Yuan Daoist, holding the Magic Sword while performing the ritual, suddenly paled and spat out blood, his face turning deathly white. His eyes carried an expression of disbelief.

Turning their eyes to Chen Jichuan—

"Ah—"

Chen Jichuan screamed aloud before collapsing unconscious once more.

"Daoist friend!"

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

The hall descended into chaos!

...

The next day.

Chen Jichuan woke once again.

"Daoist friend."

"Master Chen."

"Master Chen."

Opening his eyes, Chen Jichuan saw Miao Fa Daoist, Jin Shenggu, Ban Zhao, Sun Sihai, and others gathered around him.

At first, he was somewhat dazed.

"You all—"

When attempting to rise, he realized his entire body felt like it had fallen apart—

Weak.

Painful.

In that instant, memories rushed back like a tide, and Chen Jichuan finally remembered—

"I was cursed by evil techniques."

After speaking.

His voice was as hoarse and terrifying as it had been yesterday.

Soon after, recalling even more, he forcibly looked around and frowned, "Where is Fellow Daoist Hong Yuan?"

"Hong Yuan Daoist was severely injured in the ritual; his Primordial Qi is depleted. He is currently recuperating inside."

Ban Zhao replied.

The ’Golden Blade and Sharp Scissors Talisman’ was unable to counter the ’Plow Head Curse.’

Yesterday’s distance duel resulted in Hong Yuan Daoist suffering defeat and severe damage to his Primordial Qi.

"Sigh!"

"I’ve implicated Fellow Daoist Hong Yuan."

Chen Jichuan sighed deeply and turned to Miao Fa Daoist: "’Plow Head Curse’ is insidious and fierce, but it hasn’t claimed my life these past few days. I intend to make a final stand against Qizhenzi!"

Burning his battered body, eliminating evil for good.

It was all Chen Jichuan could do for now.

"Daoist friend, do not act rashly."

"Our Baoyi Temple’s ’Copper Nan Pole Iron Barrel Pole Charm’ is distinct from White Cloud Temple’s ’Golden Blade and Sharp Scissors Talisman.’ The latter relies on direct confrontation, hinging entirely on the skill of the practitioner. But the ’Copper Nan Pole Iron Barrel Pole Charm’ favors ingenuity: Copper Nan Poles and Iron Barrel Poles intertwine to form a web of mystical barriers. Within them, you are surrounded by these grids, which appear ordinary but are profoundly deep pits. If the plow enters, it must traverse these pits. Each pit seemingly mundane has immeasurable depths. If the iron plow comes forward, it will plummet into one of them, unable to emerge!"

Once the plow exhausts its strength.

The curse would naturally be broken.

Miao Fa Daoist was confident, looking at Chen Jichuan. "During your unconsciousness, I’ve already ordered powerful warriors from the temple to set everything in place. Let’s give it a try."

To live—

No one wished for death.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jichuan bowed solemnly to Miao Fa Daoist and said sincerely, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

...

Seeing Chen Jichuan’s agreement.

Miao Fa Daoist ordered Chen Jichuan to be brought outside, where an intricate structure of interwoven Copper Nan Poles and Iron Barrel Poles awaited. Each layer was stickered with Yellow Talismans.

A rough count.

There were at least a hundred.

Amidst the formations was a central pit just large enough for one person.

Chen Jichuan was carefully placed in the middlemost grid.

Meanwhile, Miao Fa Daoist positioned himself atop the Dharma Platform beneath. He formed the Sword Mountain Decision with his fingers and stepped into the Southern Dipper Gang stance, chanting: "Here I carve mystical grids, below which lie infinite abysses. Should any evil practitioners or demons attempt magic here, they shall be trapped forever, converting to mere dust and wind. I earnestly summon the Southern Dipper Six Stars and Beidou Seven Stars; I invoke Baiyun Immortal Master’s urgent decree as law."

The incantation stirred the wind.

Igniting seven Yellow Talismans in a sudden blaze.

Chen Jichuan sat in the central pit, faintly perceiving Copper Nan Poles and Iron Barrel Poles shimmering with golden light, forming intricate grids.

Within them.

Above, below, and all around lay mystical grids.

Safe and secure.

Letting his heart rest easy.

About an hour passed when Chen Jichuan suddenly felt uneasy, sensing another calamity approaching.

Opening his eyes, he saw the Jade-faced God once again gripping the plow, cackling lewdly as it approached. If it neared, he would endure the agony of the past two days anew.

Chen Jichuan silently recited Daoist Scripture, resolute in his vigilance.

Outside, Miao Fa Daoist presided over the Dharma Platform. Seeing vile winds and ominous energies gathering, he knew the ’Plow Head Curse’ had activated again.

Without hesitation.

"Hah!"

Forming two fingers into a sword, he pointed toward the Yellow Talismans across the grid.

Bang!

As soon as his finger swept past, the Yellow Talismans ignited, burning wherever he pointed.

With the Talismans ablaze, Chen Jichuan witnessed a seemingly ordinary pit suddenly turn pitch black, transforming into an abyss of infinite depth, blocking the Jade-faced God and the plow ahead.

A sudden plunge.

The figure vanished.

"Is it trapped?"

Chen Jichuan felt a surge of joy. Yet before relief settled—

Boom! Boom!

A thunderous crash.

The mystical pit collapsed entirely; the Jade-faced God grinned slyly, still clutching the plow as it came for Chen Jichuan.

Pit after pit appeared.

Pit after pit crumbled.

As though an eternity passed.

Or mere moments elapsed, as countless grids disintegrated into nothingness.

Everyone beheld.

On the Dharma Platform, Miao Fa Daoist, sword fingers poised while performing the ritual, suddenly paled and spat out blood, his face whitening gravely, disbelief clouding his eyes.

Turning their gaze to Chen Jichuan—

"Ah—"

Chen Jichuan screamed aloud before collapsing unconscious once more.

"Master!"

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

The hall descended into chaos anew!

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