Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: The Sect’s Sudden Destruction
“Does this count as an undying spirit?”
Li Hui looked at the five golden lotus Dharma clouds beneath him, each lotus much larger than a person’s head, and felt that the Buddha’s words held great truth.
“Give and take, with loss there is gain. Sigh! The Buddha has already revealed this answer to the practitioners: enhancing cultivation and aptitude is that simple. Why doesn’t the scripture mention it?”
Mu Qianyun smiled slightly. Recently, she had followed Li Hui, learning quite a bit, and felt as if she could sense the subtle spiritual energies, though she kept it to herself, fearing her senses might be wrong.
“Here! I have fulfilled my duty, and the task is completed!”
Her delicate hands set down the patched bag of treasures, glancing back at what she considered the ugliest item she had ever sewn, which took her five days to complete—an experience that left her feeling somewhat amused and bewildered.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Li Hui quickly clasped his fists in a genuine expression of gratitude.
Mu Qianyun, with her nimble fingers, had carefully disassembled the bag over the days, carefully cutting out the most critical parts, and then painstakingly sewn them together.
On the table in the monk’s quarters sat an unremarkable porcelain cup filled with spiritual soil, from which sprouted tender seedlings half a foot tall. Dewdrops clung to the green leaves, looking fresh and vibrant.
Li Hui hurriedly spread out the bag of treasures, resembling a patched robe, on the ground, and began tossing various weapons and gold ingots onto it.
These weapons were precious swords and blades, which no cultivator would carry unless they were truly valuable. He had given dozens to Luo Chongba and still had nearly a hundred left. As the weapons and gold fell, they shrank to a size small enough to be carried easily.
Mu Qianyun was already accustomed to such phenomena; during the sewing process, she often noticed how the threads would suddenly diminish in size, which was why it had taken her so long.
The bag of treasures wasn’t a magical artifact; its shrinking ability was due to its material, particularly the Xumi Bamboo fibers used, a specialty of the Daling Dynasty.
Next, Li Hui brought two baskets of soil and sprinkled them over the weapons and gold. He selected Miao Jade and green Miao Jade, crushing them into fragments and scattering them into the soil.
He continued with the soil until the weapons and gold were completely buried, then sank the Nurturing Turtle Jade into the center of the mound.
But that wasn’t all; Li Hui opened multiple medicinal gourds, scattering the prepared Tranquility Pills and Spirit Nurturing Pills, even two bottles of the Dew Pills. If someone saw this, they would surely curse him for being wasteful.
Mu Qianyun felt a bit embarrassed about accepting so much help these days, but she also received a wealth of books, including the《Clear Void Deep Truth》and《Azure Sky Secret Records》, which Li Hui had painstakingly written from memory. She was very fond of these books.
Knowing that the talented girl enjoyed reading and embroidery, Li Hui naturally catered to her interests, sending out small curiosities like music boxes and drinking charms.
At this moment, he picked up the porcelain cup and said with satisfaction, “Alright, it’s time to start transplanting. Thankfully I have the Clear Void Cup; otherwise, this peach pit, which has likely been around for ages, would have been challenging to take root.”
During the previous days of nurturing the peach seedling, he realized that this pit had existed for quite a while. Had he not seen how hard Mu Qianyun worked on the bag, he might have nearly given up.
“Can this really nurture a peach tree demon? Although it costs quite a bit, it looks so simple,” Mu Qianyun questioned, a hint of doubt in her voice.
“Ha ha ha, don’t worry! The most important step is yet to come,” Li Hui replied cheerfully, gathering metal, pills, and other materials to create an environment for the spiritual tree to grow.
To turn a spiritual plant into a demon, one must bury fifty-six monster-conjuring talismans in the first month, supplement it with fifty-six two-pattern monster-conjuring talismans in the second month, and continue until the ninth month, when the fifty-six nine-pattern monster-conjuring talismans dissipate. Only then could they potentially give birth to a peach tree demon.
Normally, creating demons requires rare stones from the edge of the wild, but those were too precious, and even the top sects of the Daling Dynasty might not have them. Therefore, the ancestors of the Jade Symbol Sect charted a different course, studying for many years until they formulated talismans that could transform spiritual energy into demonic energy.
At that time, the sect invested vast resources, managing to cultivate a talisman brush into a demon, leading to two centuries of prosperity for the Jade Symbol Sect. However, besides that elder who created the monster-conjuring talisman, no one in the sect could draw beyond seven patterns, let alone eight or nine!
Cultivating a lifeless talisman brush into a demon was unimaginably difficult, causing the Jade Symbol Sect to tighten their belts, nearly running out of regular talisman paper, which resulted in two generations of the poorest disciples. Li Hui couldn’t manage this alone, so he had to start with the more straightforward approach of spiritual plants.
Even so, without the silver snake bracelet as a powerful tool and the unintended acquisition of the Conch of the Ascending Record powder, he wouldn’t have dared to consider this.
After three hours of hard work, he finally completed the task. Li Hui straightened his back and tightened the bag’s opening. However, he felt a bit conflicted, as wearing this patchwork bag made him look more like a monk.
“Drawing one-pattern and two-pattern monster-conjuring talismans is no problem, but by the third month, I need to think of ways to proceed. Thankfully, I have lots of silver money symbols and money symbols in my pocket to buy broken artifacts for crafting talismans. The urgent task is still to improve my strength. I need to make a trip to Baisha Slope in Tianlai City; who wants to die when they can continue living?”
As he pondered, Li Hui suddenly shivered, gazing in disbelief toward the north.
“What’s wrong?” Mu Qianyun noticed something was off with Li Hui’s expression.
“I don’t know; it feels like something deep inside me has been cut off,” Li Hui said in confusion, after a while he murmured, “A catastrophe has befallen the sect, the mountain gate collapses, and formations are destroyed. As a disciple of the Jade Symbol Sect, regardless of my low cultivation, after spending a few years in the sect, I’ve naturally absorbed that aura, and now it has been severed. It’s as if a part of my fate has been cut off, and my heart aches!”
Something must have happened to the sect! A tear slipped quietly down his cheek!
At the same time, all the outer disciples of the Jade Symbol Sect trembled, gripped by an indescribable feeling as they felt their foundational links being severed, leaving them feeling like homeless children.
“No, I still have a thread of fate linked to six people in the Jade Symbol Sect!”
“Who are they? The six aren’t in the sect; they are all in the same direction. Could it be they are true disciples?”
A person skilled in divination from a rival sect was shocked: “Why is this happening? We clearly destroyed the Jade Symbol Sect; where does this last thread of fate come from? We took every precaution, yet Ge Yuntao and Cui Yunpeng didn’t give their all before meeting their doom. No one expected the Jade Symbol Sect would fade away so quietly. How can there still be a thread of fate? Why?”
“Quickly, go to the scripture hall of the Jade Symbol Sect, hurry…”
Meanwhile, Li Hui also felt it; he was indeed linked to the fate of the Jade Symbol Sect. There were five others connected to him. Thinking about the dangers they had faced before—Lian Luosha, Zhang Tianhua, Bai Yulian, Mo Xinghe, Gao Yuhu—they exhibited qualities that rendered him speechless.
“If everyone’s mind contains a scripture hall, then we six are like a moving sect. This is truly extraordinary! I must leave Fusu City immediately; our only glimmer of hope lies in the White Sea. Only by going out to sea can we evade pursuit.”
