"I'll pass on six more words to you," Ye Ming said to Ye Fan, who was still in a daze. "If you're disturbed by your inner demons in the future, these six words might be able to help you."
"Please enlighten me, Senior," Ye Fan said respectfully.
"You are you. A devil is a devil." Ye Ming, who was sitting upright on the praying mat, spat out these words.
"I am me, and demons are demons?" Ye Fan repeated these words over and over again.
"I've said all that needs to be said," Ye Ming said as he slowly closed his eyes. "You can leave now."
Ye Fan's knees went weak and he knelt on the ground.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I'll take my leave now." Ye Fan kowtowed to the ground.
Ye Ming closed his eyes and did not reply.
Ye Fan got up and respectfully left the wooden house. He gently closed the door and then used his movement technique to slowly float down from the top of the Eagle's Sorrow Peak toward the Ye Clan's ancestral residence halfway up the mountain …
Maoshan Ancestral Court.
Night.
Lu Yuanshan, dressed in a golden Daoist robe, sat cross-legged on a futon in the practice room with his eyes closed.
After returning from the Sishui River, he locked himself in the practice room for three days in a row. He only ordered his trusted disciples to send food to the door at regular times and did not allow anyone to disturb him without his permission.
The battle at the Sishui River was a great humiliation to him.
The Maoshan Sect Leader was defeated by a Yin ghost. It was the biggest joke in the world!
Lu Yuanshan, who was sitting on the futon, gritted his teeth when he thought of this.
If he had not diligently cultivated the Maoshan Sect's Soul Shattering Palm to the third level, how could the Yin Soul of the Myriad Immortals Tower be his opponent?
There was always someone better than him. He, who had never been defeated, now felt his lack of strength!
In the three days after returning, he kept reading the Maoshan Sect's secret manuals in the practice room, hoping to find a shocking technique that could be mastered quickly, but in the end, he found nothing.
There were indeed quite a number of overbearing spells recorded in the secret manuals of Maoshan, but there was no mention of a quick way to learn them.
That was because the Maoshan Sect's spells were a branch of Daoism, and they practiced orthodox methods. Orthodox methods had one thing in common, and that was slow progress. There was no obvious effect in a short period of time. In addition, the orthodox cultivation method also required the cultivator to have a clear heart and have no desires. If one's desires were blazing and they were greedy to advance rashly, it would inevitably lead to qi deviation, and all efforts would be for naught.
The Maoshan Sect had four treasures: the supreme secret book, the Secrets of Truth Ascension, the Nine Immortals Seal, the Demon Slaying Sword, and Lu Ji's self-created unique skill, the Soul Shattering Palm.
However, although he had an artifact in hand, Lu Yuanshan was not happy.
The Secrets of Truth Ascension was exquisite and obscure. He had studied it many times over the past decade, but he had never been able to make sense of it. The Nine Immortals Seal was the treasure of the Maoshan Sect, and it had always been enshrined in the main hall and was not to be used lightly. Even the Maoshan Sect Leader had to go through a discussion with the elders of the Maoshan Sect if he wanted to use the seal. The Demon Slaying Sword was full of righteousness, capable of driving away ghosts and evil. Its power was astonishing, and it was the personal sword of the Maoshan Sect Leaders. However, Lu Yuanshan rarely used the sword. Aside from some more important occasions, the sword had always been kept in the Library Tower.
It wasn't that he didn't want to wear this sword, but every time he carried this sword by his side, he always vaguely felt an indescribable discomfort all over his body. Furthermore, he had already mastered the Maoshan Sect's spells to the point of perfection, and he had no use for any weapons, so he did not carry the sword with him.
As for the Soul Shattering Palm, he had never been able to surpass the fourth level of the Soul Shattering Palm. Every time he reached a bottleneck, he would feel hot and cold, and his heart would become restless. If it were not for his excellent talent, he would have already gone mad.
Among the four treasures, none of them were to his liking. Lu Yuanshan was a little angry.
"Ah …" Sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, he could not help but feel annoyed. His eyes suddenly opened, and he slammed his palm at the stone wall opposite him.
Boom … The stone wall was bombarded by Lu Yuanshan's fierce palm technique, and in an instant, it shattered into pieces!
The one-foot-thick bluestone wall was forcibly torn open, leaving behind a three-foot-wide hole!
Through the hole, a tall armored zombie with a yellow talisman on its head quietly leaned against the wall.
Sitting on the futon, Lu Yuanshan saw this scene and frowned. Then, as if he understood something, he immediately stood up from the futon and bent down to enter the stone room.
Inside the stone room, seven zombies of different shapes were reflected in Lu Yuanshan's eyes.
These seven zombies had yellow talismans on their heads. Their faces were pitch black, and their fingers were sharp. Evil Qi surrounded their bodies, and they were either standing or lying motionless on the ground.
On the walls of the stone room, there were huge Corpse Subduing Talismans, used to deter the zombies and prevent them from mutating. The Corpse Subduing Talismans were repeatedly drawn with cinnabar, dark red like blood.
On the ceiling of the stone room, there was a huge Taiji Eight Trigrams carved on it.
On the floor of the stone room, there were all kinds of yellow talisman papers.
The stone room was full of Yin Qi, the talisman was full of Yang Qi, and the zombies were full of evil Qi.
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