Chapter 520: Chapter 372: 36 Overseas Fairy Islands (Seeking Subscription) _2
Xu Yang asked, “Sir, how old are you this year? If I’m not mistaken, the cultivation you practice should be from the Quanzhen Sect, right?”
The old man said, “I’m 64 years old this year, and I don’t know what I’m practicing… I used to be a rag-picker. About seven or eight years ago, I found an old Daoist book with some techniques in it. I thought it was interesting, so I started practicing.”
“Unexpectedly, after some time of practicing, my deafness was cured, my waist was no longer sore, my back no longer ached, and even my many years of periarthritis was healed. I can go up eighteen flights of stairs without panting or my heart racing, just like a young man, so I kept practicing.”
Xu Yang: “…”
Why does this speech sound so familiar?
It seems that he often saw it on TV commercials when he was a child…
The old man continued, “Recently, I got obsessed with Daoist talismans, but I can’t seem to draw that feeling no matter how I try. I heard that Celestial Master Xu, you are the number one talisman master in our Da Xia, so I want to ask for your guidance.”
Xu Yang said, “Sir, can you draw your best talisman for me to see?”
The old man took out a talisman brush and ink, trembling and shaking. It took him thirty minutes to finally finish the talisman.
Xu Yang looked at the talisman that looked like it had been crawled over by a dog’s paw, the corner of his mouth twitched and said, “Old man, this is…?”
The old man proudly said, “This is a Wealth Attraction Talisman, one of my best talismans. I have been practicing it for three years.”
Xu Yang pondered for a long time and said, “Old man, you are not young anymore… As for talismans, just treat it as a hobby.”
The old man insisted, “Celestial Master Xu, please comment, how is my talisman drawing skill?”
Xu Yang was embarrassed and could only nod his head, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
On the other hand, the young man among the three “Folk Daoist Practitioners” scolded, “Waste collector Liu, do you have any idea how your drawing is?”
This young Daoist practitioner was named “Yang Ze”.
He was a member of the Hui ethnic group, practicing the Zhengyi Sect’s Daoist arts, and had a cultivation level of six layers in the Qi Refining Realm.
According to him, he had been cultivating for nine years and wanted to break through to the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, but he always felt that there was something missing.
Xu Yang couldn’t help but ask, “Your Hui people believe in Allah, right? Can you also practice Daoist skills?”
Yang Ze scratched the back of his head and laughed, “Cultivation… is not related to faith.”
Only then did Xu Yang say, “The Qi Refining Realm in the Daoist world is also called Foundation Building… Just like building a house, the foundation needs to be strong and stable. The seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, also known as the late Qi Refining Realm, is considered a small bottleneck in the Qi Refining Realm stage. It’s normal to have some difficulties in breaking through, so you don’t have to worry about it. Just concentrate on cultivation.”
The third “Folk Daoist Practitioner” was about forty years old.
His cultivation level was the lowest of the three, only at the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm.
The cultivation technique he practiced was also quite strange. It was estimated to have been passed down by some unknown “minor Daoist sect”. His cultivation was not solid and was quite unstable.
However, he had a talent for “Daoist talismans”.
He once drew a “Wealth Attraction Talisman” which took him only 10 minutes to complete. There was even a faint trace of Daoist charm emanating from it.
This changed Xu Yang’s view of him…
With just the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, this man was already vaguely touching the essence of the “Dao” through his “Daoist talismans”. This was quite rare. Xu Yang immediately praised him and said, “You have a good talent, but the cultivation methods you practice are too poor. Are you interested in joining my Jingming Sect and cultivating?”
The man hesitated for a moment and said, “I need to discuss this with my wife and children first.”
“Alright!”
Xu Yang left a contact number and laughed, “Give me a call after you’ve discussed with your family…”
After leaving Wu City Police Station, Xu Yang called his grandpa and told him about the man. Grandpa was happy and said, “In our Jingming Sect, although there are quite a few disciples with good cultivation talents, none of them are good at drawing talismans… I was worried that my talisman drawing skills would have no one to carry them on. In that case, I’ll send Li Yuanchang to Wu City to bring him back as soon as possible.”
“Alright.”
Xu Yang said, “When Li Yuanchang arrives in Wu City, have him come to see me first.”
In the following days.
The atmosphere calmed down.
In the northwest region, with Xu Yang and the nine Ghost Immortals guarding, nothing happened.
In other parts of Da Xia, there were reports of demons attacking cities, causing some losses. However, these chaos were swiftly quelled by the local clans and noble families.
2023, October 25th, Lunar August 28th.
Thirteen days had passed since the third resurgence of spiritual aura.
Early in the morning, Xu Yang got up and went to the amusement park with his wives…
While he was playing there,
at the border of Da Xia,
in the ocean,
a small island shrouded in clouds and mist floated above the sea.
This island had not existed before and only emerged from the seabed 13 days ago.
The entire island was actually a hidden paradise, with quite a few buildings upon it. However, there was no liveliness to it.
“Damn it!”
“Absolutely damn it!”
Inside a building, a bald, muscular man sat on a bone throne, smashing a golden wine glass to the ground in anger, saying: “A bunch of useless fools… A bunch of useless fools, you can’t even handle such a small matter. What use are you?”
“Is it reasonable for my grand Demon Island to have no maids, servants, or slaves?”
Below,
several disciples were trembling on the ground.
One of them said: “Island Master, you don’t know… The present Da Xia is no longer the old Da Xia, it’s too difficult to capture some people!”
The bald man glared: “I, the Island Master, just want a few maids to serve me. Is that so difficult?”
“Hahahaha!”
At this moment, laughter rang out.
Following that, a figure appeared in the hall. It was a man dressed in white, carrying a long sword on his back. He laughed and said, “Demon Island Master, don’t be angry… Isn’t it just a few maids you want? You can pick a batch from my Blood Fiend Island.”
“Blood Fiend Palace Master!”
The bald man’s eyes narrowed, and he coldly said, “It’s not your Blood Fiend Palace’s turn to bestow maids to me… Tell me, what are you doing on my Demon Island?”
The man in white chuckled, “Demon Island Master, we did have a small misunderstanding between us, but that’s all in the past… In the old days, we shared a common bond among the 36 Immortal Islands overseas, but after a great calamity, only 18 Immortal Islands now remain.”
“Now that we have re-emerged… the world has changed.”
“Three days ago, I went to Da Xia to find some blood food, but I was blocked by the people of Maoshan Sect. They even threatened me, saying that if I don’t obey Da Xia’s laws, they will annihilate my Blood Fiend Palace.”
“Six days ago, the second-in-command of the Sea Sand Gang killed a mere commoner on the streets of Kyoto. As a result, he was immediately killed by that Wang Hou… For many years, the 36 Immortal Islands have been famous in the martial world, each Island Master being a Land Immortal level figure. Now, however, we’ve fallen to this state…”
“Demon Island Master, don’t you want to resist?”
As he spoke, the white-clothed man’s figure suddenly became illusory.
He left behind an invitation on the spot.
The voice of the man in white echoed in the sky above Demon Island.
“In three days, on Lunar September 1st… Please, Demon Island Master, grace us with your presence to discuss important matters together.”
Demon Island Master reached out and grabbed the note, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.