Chapter 309: Dao Arts (Please Subscribe)
Chapter 309: Dao Arts (Please Subscribe)
Hearing singing in the night and then seeing a beautiful woman.
What did it feel like when the beauty turned her head with a smile, only to reveal half a face?
"Hmph, you monster, I can tell at a glance you're not human!"
"What a coincidence. . . neither am I!"
Fang Xi let out a sinister laugh, his face suddenly turning a dark, inky green, his fingernails elongating. In a flash, he transformed from a handsome man into a refined corpse!
The Primordial Demon Sect's External Avatar technique was based on the 'Six Desires Heaven Mixing Demon' corpse.
Since Fang Xi employed this method, his body naturally acquired some of the characteristics and instincts of this demonic corpse!
For instance—devouring souls and spirits!
The woman's expression remained unchanged, but she kept retreating, seemingly wanting to disappear into the thick mist.
But how could Fang Xi let her escape? He sneered several times: "If it were those Core Formation evil entities deeper in the forest, perhaps, but a mere Foundation Establishment level dares to act so presumptuously before this Venerable One. . ."
When it came to evil and ferocity, the Primordial Demon Sect's 'Six Desires Heaven Mixing Demon' never disappointed!
The next moment.
Fang Xi chanted a few peculiar incantations, and the grey mist immediately flared, dispersing the thick fog. With a single sweep, it ensnared the female ghost, then drew her back in.
In an instant, he had devoured this evil entity!
Fang Xi even felt his body's magical power strengthen by a fraction, and he nodded in satisfaction.
Before him, the mist parted, finally revealing a vast plain.
"After such a long delay, I've finally emerged. . . Without Core Formation strength, I probably would have perished in this jungle, wouldn't I? Is this place special, a forbidden zone of this world, or is it dangerous everywhere like this?"
Fang Xi murmured, then took a step, controlling his demonic light, and swiftly vanished into the distance.
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"I will definitely catch the 'Blood Mist Snake' and master the 'Skinning Chant'!"
Yu Hua lay prostrate in the muddy swamp, allowing the mud to cover him, the stench lingering in his nostrils, yet he remained motionless.
Not far ahead, there was a small trap.
A wooden cage lay open, inside which a stick of incense burned, emitting a peculiar scent.
This trap, though simple-looking, was the utmost the young man could achieve, having staked his entire fortune on it.
If he could catch that spirit creature, he could 'enter the Dao', and his life would be vastly different from then on!
For this, Yu Hua could endure the foul stench of the swamp and the intense itching of his skin.
In this world, to survive, one had to sacrifice something.
Suddenly, the grass not far away rustled.
A small, crimson snake seemed to poke its head out, then quickly recoiled.
At this sight, Yu Hua almost held his breath.
He stared fixedly ahead, as if his eyes were two small hooks, wishing to directly reel out the Blood Mist Snake, but he stubbornly endured.
A moment later, the crimson snake crawled out from the grass again.
It was only as thick as an adult's finger, its body covered in blood-red scales, flicking a purplish-red tongue. Seemingly lured by the scent, it slowly coiled its way to the outside of the cage.
'Get inside. . . '
'Quickly, get inside! '
'Damn it! '
Yu Hua was silently praying in his heart, for this snake moved like lightning, and it could easily escape if he wasn't careful.
Moreover, this snake was extremely wary; once it fell for a trap, it would almost never fall for the same one again!
But just then, a rumbling sound seemed to come from the sky.
The small snake was so startled that it immediately shrank back.
Yu Hua cursed under his breath, then looked up, suddenly widening his mouth.
He saw. . . a figure flying through the air!
The person wore a black outfit, their face handsome, every gesture exuding the bearing of a great figure.
At the sight, Yu Hua swallowed all his foul words, preparing to resign himself to bad luck.
After all, someone who could fly was very likely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, certainly not someone he, a mere mortal who had not yet entered the Dao, could criticize.
If the other party was in a bad mood, they could even casually kill him!
But to Yu Hua's surprise, the figure did not leave; instead, they descended and stood before him!
'Oh no. . . I didn't do anything, so why would I anger this lord? '
Yu Hua inwardly groaned, forced to climb to his feet: "This lowly one greets Daoist Master, may I ask what instructions this Daoist Master has?"
Unfortunately, Fang Xi couldn't understand a word he said!
With a sweep of his Divine Consciousness, he spotted this native, his first sight, and descended.
Now, looking at this person, he suddenly revealed a faint smile and opened his large hand.
"Ah!"
Yu Hua screamed, flying up entirely, his head delivered into Fang Xi's palm.
Within Fang Xi's eyes, two lights, one green and one yellow, flickered alternately, piercing into the young man's sea of consciousness. He had indeed employed a soul-searching technique!After the 'supplementary lessons' from the Primordial Demon Sect, Fang Xi's soul-searching skills had greatly improved.
Furthermore, because the target's mental strength was too weak to resist in the slightest, the side effects could be minimized.
As Yu Hua's eyes rolled back, Fang Xi first learned the native language and writing of this world. . . and then gained a deeper understanding of this era.
Vast amounts of images and experiences. . . were condensed before him, like watching a series of fast-forwarded movies.
With Fang Xi's powerful Divine Consciousness, he could fluently extract the information he needed:
Weirdness running rampant, evil spirits plunging the world into chaos!
Chant, Technique, Art, Dao. . .
Daoist, Daoist Priest, Yu Shi. . .
And most importantly—Dao Palace!
"This world. . . has weirdness running rampant, evil spirits plunging the world into chaos. . . Fortunately, a thousand years ago, the Yama Dao Lord descended, imparting many Arts and establishing the Dao Palace. . . From then on, it entered a period of Dao Palace rule. . ."
"A hundred years ago, the Dao Palace Master mysteriously disappeared, and Daoist temples across the land declared independence, leading to widespread chaos. . . The strange evil spirits that had been suppressed also emerged. . . Now is a time of great upheaval!"
Fang Xi looked at Yu Hua, then fell into contemplation.
For him, whether the world was chaotic or not was irrelevant; the most important thing was what he could gain from this world?
Was it divine arts and secret techniques, rare treasures, or something else?
"Alas. . . spiritual items for cultivation are extremely scarce in this world. This young man almost lost his life for a small snake that doesn't even count as a demon beast. . ."
"The cultivation system. . . is quite interesting. The Skinning Chant, eh?"
This 'Skinning Chant' was an Art Fang Xi obtained from Yu Hua's memory, a cultivation method that the boy acquired by chance through immense cost and a bit of luck.
The process of cultivating this Art was extremely painful; first, one needed to completely peel off their own skin!
Of course, this was impossible, so it required the aid of a 'secret medicine' to suppress the pain, the main ingredient of which was a 'Blood Mist Snake'.
This person had been ambushing here for a long time, precisely for this.
'After skinning, one also needs to use various secret methods in conjunction with chants to refine one's skin into a sinister artifact, thereby stepping onto the Daoist path. . . This is called 'entering the Dao', and from then on, one can perform Qi Refinement, called a 'Daoist' — essentially a Qi Refinement cultivator! '
'Focusing solely on one Art, and breaking through realms within that Art. . . '
'After 'Daoist', one goes to a Daoist temple to seek the corresponding 'Technique', cultivates this Technique, and uses this life-bound Great Technique to forge their Dao Base, becoming a true 'Daoist Priest' — a Foundation Establishment cultivator. . . How does that sound a bit like Divine Ability Foundation Establishment? '
Fang Xi had heard in the South Barrens Cultivation World that in ancient times there were 'Law Cultivators', but for some unknown reason, they later declined.
He hadn't expected to find a semblance of their legacy still existing in this world?
'This kid's knowledge ends here, after all. To him, a Foundation Establishment cultivator is already an incredible figure. '
'As for what comes after, like Divine Ability Core Formation, he only knows the name 'True Immortal Yu Shi'. . . '
"From Dao, one obtains an Art; from Art, one obtains a Technique; from Technique, one obtains a Chant. . . What then, is the true 'Dao'?"
Fang Xi looked at the unconscious Yu Hua, transferring a surge of magical power into him.
Not long after, Yu Hua softly groaned and woke up, feeling a splitting headache.
Seeing Fang Xi, his face turned pale with fright again: "Daoist Priest. . . please spare my life!"
"Don't worry, this humble Daoist isn't here to refine you. I merely failed to control my aura earlier and scared away your prey. I feel quite apologetic. . ."
Fang Xi smiled faintly.
"No, no. . . " Yu Hua quickly waved his hand, greatly bewildered.
The Daoist Masters in the temples were all fierce and prone to killing people at the slightest provocation. How could there be one so kind?
But his nature was cautious, and he responded carefully.
This demeanor made Fang Xi smile. A black wisp of energy swept through the grass, retrieving a small red snake: "This item. . . shall be your compensation."
"What?"
Yu Hua saw the prey he had longed for in his hands and was so overjoyed that his voice trembled: "Daoist Master. . . is what you say true?"
"Naturally, it is true, hahaha. . ."
Fang Xi burst into laughter, stirring up a gust of wind, and vanished in an instant.
Yu Hua watched Fang Xi's retreating figure, muttering to himself: "I never expected. . . such a person among Daoists. . ."
He quickly put away the Blood Mist Snake, abandoning everything else, and ran as fast as he could, finally entering a small city before nightfall.
"Hmph. . . If you're this late again, don't bother coming back."
The gatekeepers were not soldiers, but several burly men in Daoist robes. Seeing Yu Hua, especially his dirty, mud-covered body, they waved him away repeatedly.
"Thank you, sirs. . ."
Although it wasn't yet closing time, nor was it his fault, Yu Hua still smiled broadly, entering the city before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Outside the city, malicious spirits roamed at night, making it extremely dangerous!
And the existence of this city was largely thanks to the Daoist Priests of the 'Skinless Temple'!
If not for these Daoist Priests regularly dealing with the evil spirits and oddities nearby, there would probably be no living people left around the entire city.
With the 'Skinless Temple' stationed here, incidents of evil spirits in the city were minimal, not to mention that the Daoist Priests could fly, delve into the earth, control water, spew fire, refine pills, draw talismans. . .
Now, everyone in the city longed to instantly enter the Daoist path and then, through the 'Skinless Temple's selection, become the lowest-ranked Daoist attendant!
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