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This is about to set off a landmine!
Zama Zongba and two elderly men quickly pulled their sleeves over their faces, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
The Huang Family Head was on alert, searching for any strong means of defense. But there was only one person making a ruckus like thunder—Shen Tong. He couldn’t kill anyone, but he could certainly irritate them.
What a filthy nuisance!
Zuo Ci's expression turned cold. His fingers swiftly formed seals as he chanted:
"You Xu Chen Shi, spring is not prosperous; Mao Zi Shi, summer is in full swing. Yin Wu Chou Time, autumn is avoided; winter Hai Shen Si brings disaster."
"One arrow injures a three-year-old; two arrows must teach a six-year-old. Three arrows leave a nine-year-old struggling to survive; four arrows spell doom for a twelve-year-old."
Release the arrows!
This was the technique of the Yin Arrow, an art of Deviant Arts. Anyone struck by the Yin Arrow would experience unbearable pain in the affected area. Not only would the victim suffer excruciating agony, but it could also destroy their marital relationships and render them impotent.
As long as the Shaman had sufficient skill, launching thousands of arrows from a distance was no problem. Moreover, the number of Yin Arrows could reach into the millions.
Invisible Yin Arrows whistled through the air, shooting toward the weasel's rear.
Ah!
The weasel immediately cried out in unbearable pain, howling in distress.
Was there blood in this localized area?
Mazongba was taken aback. Had the ancestral techniques of the Huang Clan been so easily broken?
Just then, the body of Huang Xian began to slowly fade away.
With great difficulty, Huang Xian turned his head and glared viciously at Zuo Ci. "You dare to destroy my Flesh? I will curse you even in death!"
"Oh!" Zuo Ci replied expressionlessly, "Death? I will soon show you what it means to wish for death!"
He pulled out seven brass ghost face lanterns from his waist pouch. Inside the lanterns was stored Azure Black lamp oil. Zuo Ci took out a lighter and ignited them, then arranged them systematically around the room.
Is this the method of prolonging life with the Seven Star Lanterns? Mazongba's eyes nearly bulged out in disbelief!
No, it can't be! Mazongba shook his head. That is the most precious ancient technique for star-warding.
As Taoism states: "Southern Dipper denotes life, Northern Dipper denotes death." The Southern Dipper governs preservation, commonly referred to as the Yanshou Technique among the people. Worshipping the Southern Dipper can increase one's lifespan.
The arrangement and lighting of the Seven Star Lanterns are meant to harness the energy of the six stars of the Southern Dipper, along with the person's birth time and body acupoints, to unlock and enhance one's life energy. This is a forbidden technique for borrowing life from the heavens.
If the Seven Star Lanterns remain lit for seven days, it is believed that one can borrow additional yang life force, effectively extending their lifespan. In ancient times, people believed that the Southern Dipper and Northern Dipper controlled human mortality. When a person is on the brink of death and wishes to prolong their life, they must go worship the Southern Dipper.
In simpler terms, it is a plea to heaven for more time to live. In Taoist circles, this is known as Bai Dou.
At this moment, all seven lamps were lit by Yin Wu. Moreover, they were not merely performing the Daoist Sect's incantations; Zuo Ci was reversing the incantations and walking against the flow. This was Ta You Ti Sha, a form of Deviant Arts.
The lamp oil was a dark blue-black, exuding an ominous aura. From time to time, a foul stench wafted through the air. This was the Corpse Oil Ghost Lantern! The Seven Fiendish Corpse Ghosts! Mazongba's expression turned to one of horror for the first time.
The Seven Fiendish Corpse Ghosts were forbidden techniques from the Lu Ban Book. They borrowed life from the bloodline and longevity of the host family through Shiki. However, borrowing life through Shiki ultimately carried great karmic consequences, unlike the Seven Stars Oil for Life Extension.
Shiki borrowed life; it required seventy years of lifespan from bloodline kinship to exchange for just one year of life for the host family. This was an absolute method of borrowing life, and no one wished to use it. Yet this young Daoist was actually employing such a sinister spell to borrow life and condense the soul for Huang Xian.
Mazongba felt a chill in his heart. Such methods were incredibly cruel, especially coming from someone so young. He seemed to recall the infamous Cao Juan Dao Ren from the Dark List.
Huang Xian's dissipating soul began to coalesce despite its confusion, sensing that something was disappearing.
In a damp cave on the outskirts, numerous Yellow Weasels lay dead without exception. All had withered bodies, unable to withstand Shiki's life-borrowing spell, their essence and lifespan exhausted until death claimed them.
"What have you done?" Huang Xian growled.
"Me?" Zuo Ci replied innocently. "I’ve just extended your life!"
"Extended my life?" Huang Xian twitched, his black-brown skin glistening. "Why do I feel like the breath of my descendants is fading? What have you done?"
"This is a borrowed life," Shiki explained. "It comes at the cost of your descendants' blessings and lifespan."
"I told you, I will show you what it means to be unable to seek death!" Zuo Ci said with a calm smile.
"I'll kill you!" Huang Xian's pupils turned crimson as blood.
With a swift motion, he extended his sharp claws and tore open Zhao Laopozi's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
He began to voraciously absorb Zhao Laopozi's life force, ignoring the anguished cries of her soul.
Huang Xian's body became increasingly solidified. This was the final killing move of the Wild Immortal Family: the Ritual of Yin Pillars. It involved consuming the blood of one's own disciple, Ma Ling, to enhance Dao Xing. This technique was only used by the Outer Five Immortals and Wild Immortals; the Orthodox Immortal Clan dared not attempt it due to the heavy karmic burden it carried.
Zuo Ci lightly stepped on the ground. Waves of vengeful spirits clawed their way up from below, binding Huang Xian tightly like ropes.
Huang Xian, with his sharp claws, tore through the approaching spirits one after another. Despite the increasing tide of vengeful souls, he lunged forward to bite at Zuo Ci's throat.
"You've stirred a killing intent," Zuo Ci said with a slight smile.
Over the past decade, my hard-earned merits have gone up in flames. Killing a monster, I doubt the Shanhaiguan or the Xianjia Zongtang would hold it against me!
Huang Xian's crimson pupils widened in surprise. Mazongba looked as if his heart was torn apart. It was indeed him—familiar methods, familiar tastes—killing with intent!
Now, you can die! Zuo Ci snapped his fingers. The mouths of the two Human Face ghosts tore open like slashed fabric, slowly widening until they overshadowed the original Human Face.
With a gasp, black phantoms intertwined and consumed the possessed Huang Xian. After devouring him, the Yin Qi of the two Daoist ghosts surged even higher.
At that moment, a gust of cold wind blew open the windows of the secret chamber. Five aged Human Face ghosts, their faces smeared with flesh and blood, once again burrowed into Zuo Ci's sleeves.
Zuo Ci resembled a demonic deity. He glanced at Mazongba and grinned widely. This Tibetan master—might I borrow your A Jie Drum for a moment? I've opened my heavenly eye and discovered that this object is connected to me!
It's not just a connection; this is outright theft! Mazongba looked utterly dismayed. How could I encounter such a thing in this remote corner?
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