thefictionvixens Chapter 27 Dragon Qi
Chapter 27 Dragon Qi
Sheng Wansong did indeed sense a power from the yellow talisman, an invisible and intangible power.
No, it's less of a force and more of a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation.
Upon closer inspection, a line of text was written on the yellow talisman in very messy, special runes.
[An imperial edict summons General Bai Yi to this location.]
The meaning is simple and clear: to summon General Bai Yi to this place to suppress evil spirits.
Sheng Wansong had never heard of this General Bai Yi, but he figured he must be a guardian deity of the Taoist sect.
As he was observing closely, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in, carrying with it a fishy smell. The old Taoist Mingyuan sniffed and exclaimed in surprise, "Where is that smell of blood coming from?!"
Seeing that Sheng Wansong was engrossed in watching, An Lan took the initiative to explain, "Someone's head was chopped off outside just now, and now the wind has changed direction, blowing the blood here."
"not good!"
The old Taoist's expression changed. "Evil spirits are most averse to the presence of blood, let alone the blood of a violently deceased person filled with resentment!"
By the time he realized what was happening, the scent of blood had already drifted into the inn.
The coffin lids of the three coffins in the hall began to shake violently, and the oil lamps in front of the coffins dimmed rapidly and flickered constantly, on the verge of going out.
"Can evil spirits come out in broad daylight?"
"Not during the day!"
Mingyuan hurriedly retrieved the ink thread from the tomb raiders' belongings and wrapped it around the door beams and tables to create a three-dimensional barrier. "But if it gets dark, they'll come out and eat people!"
"It's already dusk, and time is running out."
As he set up the protective barrier, he ordered, "Shangguan girl, fetch my magical artifact!"
"Sheng boy, you and your girl should stay away from here. Don't do anything rash without my permission!"
Although the old Taoist priest was timid and concerned about his reputation, he could be considered reliable when he was serious, and he carried out several things in an orderly manner.
In a short while, the barrier was completed, and the old Taoist priest placed the ink line across the coffin and slowly pressed it down.
Sheng Wansong pinched the ink line that passed by him. Just like the yellow talisman before, he did not feel any energy, but only an invisible fluctuation.
Seeing this, the old Taoist priest boasted to Sheng Wansong about his secrets, saying, "The ink line is an extremely yang thing. Its straight lines represent that evil cannot prevail over good, so it can trap evil spirits and prevent them from crossing it."
Sheng Wansong frowned. Although it was hard to describe, the fluctuations he sensed from the ink lines were not masculine, but rather dark and malevolent.
The moment the vertical line touched the coffin lid, the ink line suddenly bent and fell down on its own.
The next moment, the oil lamp went out! The incense burned out at the same time, the yellow talisman cracked inch by inch, and the three coffin boards shot into the sky together.
"Oh no! The ink lines have also been corrupted by the evil spirits in the tomb!"
"Not only will it fail to suppress evil spirits, it will also empower them!"
"The setting sun alone is no longer enough to stop them, which have been strengthened by the barrier!"
Sheng Wansong reversed his thumbs-up, retracting his assessment of the old Taoist as "reliable".
Amidst the terrified gazes of the old Taoist priest and the expectant looks of Sheng Wansong and An Lan, three stiff corpses sprang straight up from their coffins.
The three corpses had bluish-gray skin and black lips. Their closed eyes suddenly opened, filled with blood, with no distinction between the iris and the pupil.
"Master Daoist!"
Shangguan Hong leaned out from the second floor and threw over a bunch of things, including a peach wood sword, a Bagua mirror, and copper coins.
Seeing this, the old Taoist Mingyuan jumped up on the spot, but failed to catch the peach sword and was instead hit on the forehead and fell back to the ground.
At that moment, the zombie's venomous gaze had already locked onto him.
Upon seeing this, Shangguan Hong immediately jumped down from the second floor, standing between the zombie and the old Taoist priest, and released the light from the sword in his hand.
"Young Master Sheng, would you be willing to help me buy some time?"
"good!"
Sheng Wansong strode forward and fought alongside Shangguan Hong.
The old Taoist priest Mingyuan hurriedly picked up the wooden sword and began chanting incantations rapidly.
Seeing that someone dared to get in their way, the zombie roared angrily, spewed out a cloud of black, foul air, and pounced on them.
"Zombies are physical, but their evil nature is difficult to guard against; they cannot be defeated by force!"
Sheng Wansong nodded in agreement.
Seeing the zombie approaching, he raised his palm, intending to test the waters with one-tenth of his power first.
who ever thought.
"roar!"
Suddenly, a burst of golden light shone around Sheng Wansong, transforming into a majestic golden dragon with clearly defined scales and claws, lifelike!
"The aura of an emperor?!"
Old Taoist Mingyuan stared wide-eyed, almost dropping his jaw in astonishment.
The golden dragon roared to the sky, circling in mid-air. The golden light it emitted scorched the zombie corpses, and countless black wisps of smoke were roasted out of the dark lines, turning them into gold.
The barrier that had originally helped the zombies now trapped them again.
The golden dragon roared away, passing directly through the zombie corpses without causing them any external injury or damaging the inked roof beams.
But the zombies' struggles suddenly stopped, their bluish skin turned pale, and their eyes returned to the appearance of ordinary dead people.
Without the resentment that sustains it, the zombie lurches backward, smashing ordinary corpses to pieces.
After rushing out of the inn, the golden dragon circled around again and returned to Sheng Wansong's body.
"Um?"
But Sheng Wansong frowned. He had never been aware of such a thing inside him, and he was still unaware of it now.
"What is that thing?"
It took the old Taoist priest Mingyuan a long time to come to his senses before he replied, "That is a manifestation of your destiny."
Shangguan Hong also looked at Sheng Wansong with surprise.
Of the three, An Lan was the most indifferent, as if everything that had happened was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Shangguan girl, you once said that the corrupt official harmed the loyal and good people, so why don't I use magic to secretly curse him to death?"
The first thing the old Taoist priest did upon regaining consciousness was to happily fold up the ink line and stuff it under his sleeve, as if it were some priceless treasure. "Now I'll tell you."
"Even if it were an emperor, you martial artists could kill him with a single sword strike if given the chance."
"But our magic can't do that. Officials are protected by their official aura, and emperors are even more protected by dragon aura."
Upon hearing the old Taoist's explanation, Sheng Wansong shook his head, "I am not the emperor."
"You are not the emperor, but you are destined to be one."
The old Taoist priest paused for a moment, then continued, "Therefore, you are immune to all evil and impervious to all magic. Anyone who tries to harm you with evil arts or sorcery will only bring trouble upon themselves."
Sheng Wansong neither confirmed nor denied, replying, "The last person destined to become emperor had his entire family wiped out."
"Fate is just fate; whether it becomes reality depends on oneself."
"I'd rather be a living corpse trapped on the dragon throne than a free and unrestrained life in the martial world."
The old Taoist priest looked Sheng Wansong up and down, his eyes filled with a meaningful gaze.
People change.
Seeing the old man's stubbornness, Sheng Wansong did not intend to explain further.
He wasn't interested in the emperor, but he was very interested in the dragon's aura.
Sheng Wansong has been reincarnated for fourteen years. He has mastered the "Sacred Heart Manual" to a minor level and also made progress in the "Buddha's Palm" manual. However, he has not grasped the essence of the last manual, "The Journey of the Emperor," and has no hope of entering the realm of martial arts.
In terms of potential, the Heavenly Journey is the highest level of cultivation technique he possesses.
It originates from Lin Tianxing, one of the four founders of the Pili world. If one cultivates it to perfection, one can travel through the stars and meet heroes from beyond the universe.
Sheng Wansong had a premonition that the opportunity for him to cultivate the Heavenly Journey lay in this dragon energy.