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My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 133 - : The Prison -Taming Immortal Scripture, Young Man!
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Chapter 133: The Prison -Taming Immortal Scripture, Young Man!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
He Zhao, after a moment of surprise, quickly grasped the implication of Lu Xuanโs words. He was being asked to join the Longevity Sovereignโs lineage and become an undercover agent within the Immortal Tomb space.
He took a deep breath and said, โSenior saved my lifeโฆ I am willing to be at your service.โ
โThereโs no need to be so formal,โ Lu Xuan spoke in a relaxed tone. โSo, youโre willing to join?โ
โYes, Senior,โ He Zhao responded.
โGood, from now on, Iโll be your point of contact for anything that happens. You and I will communicate directly,โ Lu Xuan decided unilaterally, assigning an extra task to Nangong Xuan.
โUnderstood, Senior,โ He Zhao said solemnly.
โAlright, focus your mind. Iโm going to transmit the technique to you, โ Lu Xuan said.
The wooden puppet rose and positioned itself in front of He Zhaoโs forehead. Once ready, Lu Xuan pointed a finger.
โBoomโIโ
He Zhaoโs body shook as a scroll of immortal scriptures unfolded within his soul sea. The scripture, written in red on black paper, emanated a terrifying aura, as if blood flowed through its lines and wails of countless spirits echoed in the background, plunging He Zhao into a figurative hell.
Amidst this overwhelming fear, He Zhao saw the ancient bookโs title โ โThe
Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture!โ
โThis scripture was a serendipitous discovery of mine. It can refine Evil Spirits and other ghostly entities, transforming them into your own strength. Itโs perfectly suited for you,โ Lu Xuanโs voice rang out. freewebno(v)el
โThank you for imparting this technique, Senior!โ He Zhao began to bow, but Lu Xuan stopped him.
โItโs just a book I gave you. I havenโt taught you anything, so Iโm not your master. Thereโs no need for formalities.
โโฆYes, Senior,โ He Zhao replied, biting his lip.
Even as a beginner in cultivation, He Zhao felt the power of the scripture at first sight. Lu Xuanโs remark about refining Evil Spirits and turning them into nourishment made him realize how precious this technique was for him.
โNow that your soul sea is formed, you can start practicing this scripture,โ Lu Xuan instructed.
He Zhao sat cross-legged, immersing his consciousness into his soul sea. After half an incense stickโs time, a mysterious aura burst forth from him.
He Zhao opened his eyes, which now sparkled with a newfound sharpness. His demeanor had changed significantly.
He had entered the Conviction Stage, becoming an official cultivator.
He Zhao stood up to pay his respects to Lu Xuan, who waved him off, โYou have decent talent, and todayโs breakthrough was just a natural progressionโฆ Now, make good use of this ruined city to prepare for your cultivation.โ
He Zhao paused, then realized that Lu Xuan wanted him to use his new technique to combat the Evil Spirits in the city.
โCan I really do it?โ He Zhao asked, thinking of the ferocity of the Evil Spirits.
โThe Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture is an unparalleled technique I obtained from the depths of the Endless Sea. Itโs one of the supreme methodsโฆโ
Lu Xuan explained, โIf you can cultivate it to its highest level, you can open the gates of hell and establish a realm of spirits right here, subduing all kinds of malevolent spirits and demons. Though youโve just started, itโs sufficient to handle Evil Spirits.โ
He Zhao, not fully grasping the depth of Lu Xuanโs description, trusted the senior unconditionally. Under Lu Xuanโs guidance, he approached a nearby building.
It was a three-story stone structure, weathered and eroded. He Zhao took a deep breath and entered.
The building was dark, and He Zhao felt his way along the wall, silently climbing the stairs. The steps were so thick with dust that they muffled his footsteps.
Lu Xuan had given him a Dream Lantern, which He Zhao held but didnโt light. He continued to ascend the staircase, the silence only broken by his own breathing and heartbeat.
He Zhao started counting the steps as he climbed higher. However, he stopped abruptly, realizing something was amiss. He remembered the buildingโs height from outside; it shouldnโt have this many stairs.
A chill crept up his neck as if something was right behind him. He Zhao took a deep breath, clenched the Dream Lantern, and spun around, illuminating the area. There was nothing there.
He realized he was now in a room, covered in dust and decorated like a bridal chamber. Beside him was a dressing table with a dusty bronze mirror. He swiped his hand over the mirror, revealing his face and a pale, lifeless face perched on his shoulder!
He Zhao swung at it. With a bang, the face exploded into green smoke. The room changed at that moment; dust fell away, red decor turned to white funeral banners, and a ghastly wind blew behind him. An Evil Spirit, with a green face and ferocious fangs, lunged at him.
He Zhaoโs heart raced. This was his first direct confrontation with an Evil Spirit. The Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture coursed through him, and instead of retreating, he charged forward, his fist glowing with a dark light.
Surprisingly, he moved faster than usual, striking first despite being the target. His punch, fierce and tearing through the air, hit the Evil Spiritโs chest.
The creature flew backward, slamming into the wall. A large hole appeared in its chest, and dark energy began to corrode its body.
He Zhao looked at his fist in disbelief. This was his first fight, his first encounter with an Evil Spirit, and it had been surprisingly easy.
โKid, this is the power of the Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture,โ Lu Xuan, with crossed arms, spoke from He Zhaoโs shoulder. โThis scripture subdues all creatures related to spirits and demons, even here in the Dream Realm.โ
He Zhao, gazing at the defeated Evil Spirit, clenched his fist and walked over. After a while, He Zhao emerged from the stone building and headed towards his next target, empowered and ready to face the challenges ahead.
Outside the ruins of the city, Hong Feng was in a state of perplexity, questioning, โWhere did that kid go?โ
His day had unfolded quite differently than he had anticipated. In Hong Fengโs original plan, the hunting team was inevitably expected to encounter Nightmare Demons and Evil Spirits. He Zhao, being part of his team, would have been an easy target to harm amidst the chaos of battle with these creatures.
Contrary to his expectations, the team encountered no such threats, largely due to He Zhaoโs inexplicable luck. Frustrated, Hong Feng had no choice but to lure a Nightmare Demon to attack the team himself. However, he hadnโt expected He Zhao to be so elusive, escaping at the first sign of trouble and remaining uncatchable until now.
โWonder if he died out thereโฆโ Hong Feng mumbled to himself.
Just then, a figure emerged from the ruins and caught his eye. It was He Zhao! Observing the familiar silhouette, Hong Fengโs face lit up with a hunterโs glee, his smile broadening at the sight of his prey.
He stealthily followed He Zhao, ensuring he didnโt escape. In the wilderness outside the city, Hong Feng could see within a ten-yard radius, while He Zhao, relying on the Dream Lantern, could only see within a yard.
Hong Feng was confident that he could trail He Zhao without being noticed. As he pondered how to strike without leaving any evidence to implicate himself, He Zhao unexpectedly turned around.
A jolt of surprise hit Hong Feng. โNo, he canโt have seen meโฆโ
He stood still, remaining on high alert. However, to his astonishment, He Zhao began walking towards him. It was then that Hong Feng noticed a significant change in He Zhaoโs demeanor since they had left the city.
He Zhao stopped about a yard away, holding a rusty long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Hong Fengโs throat..