Chapter 12: The Hemp Robe Daoist
Chapter 12: The Hemp Robe Daoist
A short while later, Lin Yuan’s expression was calm. A wisp of pale golden lightning blasted down from above, striking the two men on the ground and killing them.
At the same time, a strand of Merit Power poured in, wrapped around the two souls, and they vanished into thin air.
“Three Upper Mysterious Realm third-layer cultivators, already capable of wielding Magical Artifacts, died just like that!”
Several pairs of eyes were still watching this scene with lingering fear.
The ranking of a cultivator’s strength was straightforward, divided into three great realms: the Upper Mysterious Realm, the Jade Mysterious Realm, and the Great Mysterious Realm.
The Upper Mysterious Realm had twelve layers. One could only control Magical Artifacts after reaching the third layer, fly after the seventh layer upon establishing their Dao foundation, and upon reaching the great perfection of the twelfth layer, condense a single Life Origin Pill.
Reaching the Jade Mysterious Realm meant becoming a skilled expert within a sect’s Dharma Lineage, having condensed a Yin Spirit and being honored as a True Lord.
However, cultivating to the third layer of the Upper Mysterious Realm was not easy; it required over a decade of bitter tempering of one’s magical power.
The Hemp Robe Sect also occupied several earth dragon treasure sites. They could use the Yin Sha blown from the earth’s crevices to temper their meridians and refine their magical power. Ordinary solitary cultivators could hardly achieve such cultivation in a mere ten-odd years.
This young master before them was simply terrifying. To be able to wield such thunder magic, was he perhaps a cultivator above the seventh layer?
If that were the case, it would be too frightening. Many of those top-aptitude disciples within the various sect Dharma Lineages were only about this level.
Several gazes held fear.
Casually sending two souls into Samsara, Lin Yuan’s expression turned somewhat grave. He had already obtained what he wanted.
The Hemp Robe Sect, Upper Mysterious Realm twelve layers!
Actually, Lin Yuan himself did not know which level he was at!
Because he cultivated the Path of Turbid Sha and Divine Demons!
But he was certainly beyond the seventh layer!
As his foundation was completely reversed, achieving the status of an Innate Being— “Also, that Celestial Book in the Shilang Tomb, no matter what, I must get my hands on it!”
Lin Yuan thought to himself.
Having captured three Heterodox Sorcerers of the Hemp Robe Sect, everything concerning Shilang Village was now clear.
Just as he had guessed, clues about the mysterious Shilang Tomb had indeed emerged. Rumors said the destined person for that Celestial Book was about to appear this time.
The news had attracted many cultivators to come and try their luck!
Suddenly, Lin Yuan’s expression shifted.
“Yang Miaozhen, immortal fate, Liu Ling, a pair of Divine Immortal lovers?”
As this thought flashed through his mind, certain things in Lin Yuan’s heart instantly connected into a line. A hint of a dense, cold sneer flashed in the depths of his eyes.
So it seemed, he, the legitimate fiancé, might truly be just a stepping stone for them!
“Who is whose stepping stone? Who can know before the final moment?”
A strange smile flickered in his eyes. Lin Yuan’s gaze fell upon the two charred corpses of the Heterodox Sorcerers.
After killing the enemy, the next step was the traditional looting of the corpses.
Taking a few steps forward and searching for a moment, Lin Yuan only found two hemp-yellow gourds.
These were the Hemp Robe Sect’s Corpse-Refining Gourds.
They could store some inanimate objects inside.
Almost every follower of the Hemp Robe Sect would refine one; it was their life-bound treasure.
This Corpse-Refining Gourd would also develop various marvelous abilities as the refiner’s magical power increased!
Lin Yuan glanced to the side. Next to the other three corpses, there were three more Corpse-Refining Gourds!
Five Corpse-Refining Gourds. Lin Yuan opened them one by one!
What disappointed Lin Yuan was that most followers didn’t have anything good. Apart from some gold and silver, there were only two Magical Artifacts.
They were the Fifth Senior Brother’s Black Gold Ring and the Seventh Senior Brother’s Black Dog Nail. They were some evil Magical Artifacts, stained with blood and heavy with karmic sin. Lin Yuan simply didn’t fancy such artifacts refined through Unorthodox Paths methods.
Lin Yuan glanced at the several charred “charcoal” figures on the ground and the scattered Magical Artifacts. He simply activated the Evil-Warding Golden Thunder. After several flashes of golden light, everything turned to dust.
In an instant, he walked over to the young hunter. He looked at the white little fox in the cage, hugging its big tail, slightly frightened and helpless. Then he glanced outside the ancient temple.
At this moment, the pair of eyes outside the temple had turned worried. That faint demonic aura was somewhat restless.
With his Dharma Eye, Lin Yuan saw the pure, snow-white spiritual light emanating from the white little fox. He smiled slightly. This little white fox carried no bloodlust or Baleful Qi at all.
“Go on!”
Lin Yuan casually severed the animal cage. The white little fox looked at Lin Yuan with its large, watery eyes, hesitated for a moment, then quietly hopped out of the cage and scurried out of the temple in a few steps.
Outside the temple, a flash of white light transformed into an elderly man in deep-sleeved Confucian robes. A fluffy, grayish-white tail hung behind him. He bowed respectfully towards Lin Yuan and then vanished without a trace.
A fox demon?
If ordinary people saw this, they would surely be terrified.
Lin Yuan, however, didn’t mind. His gaze finally settled on the father and daughter who had fallen unconscious in the corner.
This father and daughter pair carried quite a bit of Causality and Karmic Burden, clearly not good people. But they weren’t from Unorthodox Paths, nor were they cultivators. They were probably skilled martial artists from the martial world. The old man looked hunched, but his strength had completely surpassed that of a top-tier martial hero.
This father and daughter likely also heard some news and rushed here in a hurry.
Lin Yuan was inherently lazy. As long as these people didn’t provoke him, he wouldn’t unleash his thunderous wrath.
Lin Yuan returned to the side of the fire and sat cross-legged again. The pretty eldest maidservant, in her sleep, probably felt the fire’s flames shrinking. She instinctively snuggled closer to the warm spot beside her, almost resting half her body on Lin Yuan’s chest.
With warmth and softness in his embrace and a subtle fragrance lingering, Lin Yuan chuckled lightly and immediately took out a piece of clothing to cover this charmingly naive eldest maidservant.
As his personal chambermaid, by convention, she would inevitably become his concubine in the future.
Only, Lin Yuan could still sense another pair of eyes vaguely enveloping the entire Demon-Suppressing General Temple. But Lin Yuan paid no mind to these eyes.
Within the central statue, a golden-light figure sighed with emotion. “I wonder which Dharma Lineage’s disciple this is. Truly formidable!”
Then it quietly withdrew its divine light.
…
“Who killed my beloved son? This truly pains me to death!”
At this very moment, when the eleventh junior brother in the temple was struck dead by heavenly thunder, in a certain Daoist temple, a Hemp Robe Daoist with a small goatee was stomping around in a rage.
All around, dark black banners fluttered and snapped. Countless vengeful souls floated and sank within the black banners, an utterly terrifying sight.
Grotesque stone statues surrounded the area, suppressing the power of these vengeful ghosts.
The goateed Daoist raged for a while, his face contorted. Disregarding decorum, he sat cross-legged on a prayer mat and used a secret art to deduce the cause of his beloved son’s death.
Many Yin Spirit True Lords of the Jade Mysterious Realm studied divination arts.
But instantly, the Daoist’s eyes turned red, and he froze in astonishment.
He actually couldn’t deduce it. The more he tried, the more obscure the heavenly secrets became. An invisible force hindered his divination. His mind was in turmoil, filled with extreme irritation.
“No wonder they dared to kill my son! But how dare a mere upstart contend with me!”
With this obsession surging in his mind, the Daoist immediately exerted his full strength. He poured out a piece of jade-green turtle shell from his gourd. The turtle shell shimmered with exquisite spiritual light, exceedingly extraordinary.
A trace of affection flashed in the Daoist’s fierce eyes. A moment later, he struck his chest fiercely and spat out a mouthful of vital blood, enveloping the turtle shell.
Boom!
Instantly, the Daoist raised his head, his face changing wildly. Above his head, there seemed to be a dull, loud noise, like a thunderbolt shooting down. The jade-green turtle shell shattered into pieces instantly, while thunderlight coiled around his entire body.
A smell of char and roasted meat spread. The Daoist looked stupefied. Immediately, a mouthful of rebellious blood spurted from his heart. His hair bun came loose, and his eyes were filled with terror.
A vast expanse of Merit Golden Light!
He saw a vast expanse of Merit Golden Light.
His face fell. With so much Merit Power, a Heterodox expert like him, who had committed countless killings, wouldn’t dare easily provoke such major trouble.
“Unless…” He fell silent, a sinister gleam flashing from the corner of his eye. Moments later, his figure flickered. A black banner soared into the sky behind him, and his figure vanished from the Daoist temple.