Super Divine Daoist Skill-Chapter 189: After revision - 188 Zhao Lei’s Adventure (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 189: After revision: Chapter 188 Zhao Lei’s Adventure (Please Subscribe)

"Indeed, the Black God Saber is such a treasure blade that even someone like the Nine Seals Sect’s Battle Hall Master is unwilling to lose it,

but from that person’s words, it’s not hard to tell that they haven’t determined in whose hands the Black God Saber has fallen."

Bai Ziyue glanced at the long saber in his hand. Even after slashing two people continuously, the blade was spotless, still as clean as when it was first drawn, glowing with brilliance.

After sheathing the long saber, Bai Ziyue finally turned his gaze to the two corpses and suddenly paused slightly.

Soon, he picked up a piece of hard paper, as shiny as gold yet not gold, from Brother Fu’s body.

This paper had been attached to Brother Fu’s chest. Even Bai Ziyue’s sword aura couldn’t cut through it, only causing it to fall out after his clothes were torn.

"This thing seems not much different from the one I got from Daoist Wutong back then."

Bai Ziyue eagerly set his gaze on the board. On it, a clear and detailed mountain path appeared.

The winding path was undoubtedly a part of a map.

"Just as I thought!"

*Bai Ziyue thought to himself, feeling assured, and couldn’t help but take out another similar board from his backpack for comparison.* Quickly, he matched the edges to find the fitting parts.

"Clearly, these two boards are part of a complete map, intentionally cut into several pieces and scattered outside.

However, it’s evident that there are more than just these two boards. The ones in my possession are just part of the whole.

Even if assembled, it doesn’t reveal much for now."

*Bai Ziyue compared the map, shook his head helplessly, and had to put the two boards away once more.*

He glanced around. With the surroundings dim and no one nearby, Bai Ziyue cast a spirit fire technique, reducing the corpses to ashes.

Only then did he climb back onto the cart, letting the small dog pull him back towards the city.

Half an hour later, Bai Ziyue smoothly returned to his residence.

...

In a part of the mountain forest, Zhao Lei panted heavily, his face pale, a sword wound visible down to the bone.

"What a formidable Battle Hall Master, what a formidable Yu Yong."

Looking at the sword wound on his chest, Zhao Lei’s face twitched a bit, showing a look of helplessness.

Last night, he had left the city overnight, intending to quickly reach Celestial Spirit County to deliver the Gang Leader’s letter to the Immortal Cultivation Clan of the Lin Family. Who knew his movements would be completely under the Nine Seals Sect’s control, being tracked as soon as he left the city.

*Relying on his own skill, he quickly dealt with the pursuers, but this afternoon, he was caught up by Yu Yong, the Nine Seals Sect’s Battle Hall Master.*

The opponent’s strength was superior to his, indeed a second-class expert. Even with nine of his Twelve Main Meridians fully open, he was no match.

Had it not been for the pursuit that weakened the opponent’s combat strength, he might have already met his end.

Yet even so, he barely survived an attack to escape.

"I can’t stop, or else he’ll catch up in less than half an hour."

*Barely managing to apply some medicine to his wounds, Zhao Lei struggled up, intending to continue on his way.* He knew, given the opponent’s skill, it would not be easy to elude him.

"The main road is clearly no longer an option. Only in these continuous mountains might I avoid his tracking.

By this calculation, a journey originally taking only two days might require at least five to complete..."

*Zhao Lei’s steps were firm as he pinpointed his direction. Even though the thick foliage and dense trees hid countless dangers, he couldn’t be bothered with them.*

Suddenly, his foot slipped, causing him to tumble several times. He finally managed to grab hold of a small tree with the Martial Artist’s precise control over power, preventing himself from plunging into the abyss below.

"Talk about misfortune piling on top of each other."

*Zhao Lei let out a bitter smile.* His eyes darted to the small tree he was clutching and paused in surprise, asking in confusion, "What’s this?"

On this small tree hung a fist-sized, orange-red fruit.

Even in the night, this fruit seemed to emit a glow. A delightful and enticing fragrance wafted faintly from it.

"Spirit Fruit!"

*Zhao Lei’s breath instantly quickened.* With barely a hint of hesitation, he picked the fruit and after a slight pause, swallowed it whole.

He knew that in his current state, if he faced Yu Yong again, escape would be impossible. He might as well take a gamble and see what effect the Spirit Fruit might have, perhaps offering some unexpected turn of fortune.

Roar!

Suddenly, Zhao Lei heard a loud roar from afar, followed by a violent trembling of the mountains, with the faint sound of rocks crashing down.

"Not good, it’s a Demon!"

*Zhao Lei’s gaze swept over the Spirit Fruit Tree, noticing a large concavity nearby, where a Demon seemed to have once lurked.* Realizing the situation, he didn’t hesitate and swiftly climbed away, moving quickly into the distance.

The Spirit Fruit he had swallowed appeared to be granting him boundless strength, making him swift and light, with his power soaring.

*He suddenly had a hunch that he had stumbled upon a great fortune.*

...

Since reaping a significant haul of Exotic Beast pelts and Essence Blood last time, Bai Ziyue had not stepped out of his residence in the following days, processing the pelts, cutting them into talisman paper, mixing the Essence Blood to create talisman ink... one step followed another.

When Bai Ziyue actually began crafting the Dharma Transformation Talisman, it was already a day later.

On the third day, Bai Ziyue held the talisman pen slightly suspended in the air, as if under immense weight, and appeared extremely solemn.

Suddenly, his hand moved.

He made a stroke on the orange-yellow Exotic Beast hide. The pen swirled like a dragon and a snake, yet seemed incredibly slow. This pen soaked full of talisman ink could almost pierce through the paper, making each stroke deeply etched into the talisman paper.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After a full nine breaths, Bai Ziyue’s arm made a stroke, and the final stroke of the talisman was completed.

Buzz!

The Dharma Transformation Talisman was completed!

However, at this point, there was no sign of relaxation on Bai Ziyue’s face. The spiritual power within him surged intensely like a roaring river.

Buzz!

A shimmering light flashed across the talisman and quickly absorbed all the spiritual power Bai Ziyue had poured into it.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes...

A total of forty-nine hundred strokes of spiritual power were completely absorbed into the talisman, making Bai Ziyue feel somewhat depleted inside.

It was only then that the light curtain on the talisman on the table completely disappeared, becoming somewhat inconspicuous.

But any person with slightly keen spiritual power could easily perceive the extent of the vast and terrifying energy within this seemingly mundane talisman.

"Finally succeeded in crafting the Thunderfall Skill Transformation Talisman.

Compared to the Thousand Mountains Ice Blade Skill Transformation Talisman, the difficulty of this Thunderfall Skill Transformation Talisman increased by at least double.

I thought just three or four failures would lead to success in drawing it, but who would have guessed it would take nine failures before succeeding on the tenth try."

Looking at the talisman on the table, Bai Ziyue finally let out a long breath, unable to resist voicing his sentiments.

Failing nine times in a row had frustrated him immensely.

"However, even though the talisman was successful, considering that forming a talisman requires drawing spiritual power equivalent to casting the magic for supplementation,

even I can only create one at a time."

Feeling the spiritual power in his upper dantian nearing exhaustion, Bai Ziyue also sighed softly.

The amount of spiritual power within him was only over eight thousand strokes.

With a flip of his hand, he took out a spirit stone from his chest.

This was the only spirit stone he had on him, containing energy far surpassing a standard spirit stone, sufficient to replenish his expended spiritual power to perfection in one go.

He planned to strike while the iron was hot, crafting as many Thunderfall Skill Transformation Talismans as possible.

Suddenly, he froze, his hand reaching into the beast hide bag beside him, and soon a small disc appeared before him.

This disc was the communication disc Elder Wu had given him previously.

At this moment, the communication disc emitted a faint light and a gentle vibrating sound.

Bai Ziyue’s spiritual power turned on the communication disc.

In an instant, the vibration disappeared, followed by Elder Wu’s somewhat aged and deep voice emanating from the disc.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, gather at Ten-Mile Slope in South City early tomorrow."

"Understood!"

Bai Ziyue paused slightly; Ten-Mile Slope was precisely the place where he had slain two disciples from the Nine Seals Sect days ago. It seemed that the Mist Valley Zhou Licheng spoke of was indeed in the southern direction of the city.

Nevertheless, he quickly agreed.

He was quite looking forward to the trip to Mist Valley.

"While there’s still time, quickly craft some more Thunderfall Skill Transformation Talismans.

Just one wouldn’t be very effective."

Bai Ziyue glanced at the sky outside and soon took out another orange-yellow talisman paper and placed it on the desk.

Holding the talisman pen, after soaking it in talisman ink, he calmed his mind and quickly began to write once more in a serpentine fashion.

...

The next day, Bai Ziyue rose early and stepped out of his room.

Though he had spent the night relentlessly crafting talismans, which took a heavy toll on his spirit, the continuous burning of Gathering Spirit Dharma Incense had restored him, and at this moment, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were sufficient, and he was in excellent condition.

Ow-woo!

At that moment, the little dog lying at Bai Ziyue’s door immediately stood up, following behind him eagerly.

Lately, it particularly enjoyed wandering in front of Bai Ziyue, often deliberately causing a stir, seemingly trying to attract his attention.

Bai Ziyue naturally understood its intentions.

*For the blood-red meatball containing the essence qi of beasts and exotic beasts, the little dog had lost all dignity, doing everything it could.*

"Stay aside."

Bai Ziyue thought for a moment, then directly took out a blood-red meatball and flicked it lightly.

The little dog immediately leapt up, easily reaching two meters high and three to four meters in distance, before catching the blood-red meatball in its mouth and swallowing it in one bite.

The dog’s eyes narrowed, showing a satisfied expression on its face.

Afterwards, the little dog ignored Bai Ziyue, shaking its head and running off to the side, having lost all the enthusiasm it had before.

It knew that Bai Ziyue would only give it one meatball per day, so it naturally didn’t want to waste energy anymore.

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