Chapter 83
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Chapter 83: Demon Sect Assassin
The long night stretched on, and Li Hui sat atop the head, feeling idle, so he began studying the golden lotus Dharma clouds.
Many scriptures flashed through his mind, along with some unverifiable rumors. Although he had no intention to become a monk, gaining some extra combat power was always beneficial.
“Buddhist cultivation emphasizes the wisdom of the heart, regardless of physical aptitude.”
“Cultivators absorb spiritual energy to transform it into spiritual power, while Buddhist practitioners rely on the wisdom of the heart to cultivate their willpower.”
“It’s somewhat similar! The only difference lies in the surface—the cultivator activates spirit motion marks while the Buddhist practitioner activates Dharma clouds, advancing to the next stage upon completion.”
A thought struck Li Hui: “Speaking of which, cultivators pay more attention to martial power, while Buddhist practitioners should be better at defense. Besides blocking those restless souls and spirits, are there any secret techniques to operate Dharma clouds for enhancing defense?”
Searching deep within his mind, he managed to find a line from a Buddhist incantation among the notes. He learned that the Buddhist sect lacked secret techniques but had a similar thing—the Buddhist incantation.
“Vajra Armor Heart Incantation? Uh, this is Sanskrit! I can actually understand it: Om Bamasha Varjapad…” Li Hui naturally recited the Buddhist incantation, and the five golden lotus Dharma clouds erupted with sound, scattering into a flurry of petals that quickly flew towards and attached to his body’s surface.
“Wow, I didn’t expect this to be so useful.”
“Whether a real monk or a fake one, having an additional means of defense is certainly better than standing still. The Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique is easy to learn but hard to master. It’s not easy to refine into variations at the Spirit Motion stage since it’s still too weak. Honestly, activating the sixth and seventh markings is simple enough—just gather enough Miao Jade and let the silver snake bracelet have a feast. The key is where to find such massive resources.”
A person without long-term worries will have short-term anxieties. Li Hui had both long-term concerns and immediate ones. After stowing away the lotus armor, feeling mentally fatigued, he closed his eyes and dozed off, falling asleep shortly after.
The nine heads floated swiftly, occasionally winking at the distance, as if sensing a slight disturbance but unsure…
Until late in the night, just as they were about to leave Baisha Slope, starlight illuminated the grassy areas and small forests below. At that moment, Li Hui suddenly opened his eyes, sharp and piercing screams ringing in his ears.
With a whoosh, the attack came too quickly—a large black net enveloped him and the nine heads, tightening instantly around them.
However, the next moment, a scream came from the shadows: “Impossible.”
The artifact net disintegrated in an instant, scattering like scraps. Li Hui was still in mid-air, flicking his hand to send forth a stream of talisman light, faster than an arrow.
“Thud, thud, thud, thud…” The bright Lightning Sword Talismans rained down like raindrops, forming a chain of electric arcs that illuminated the entire area.
Li Hui landed on the ground and casually threw out three four-pattern Spirit Sense Talismans, his movements incredibly effortless as the talisman paper gracefully floated up and ignited in mid-air.
Weak ripples spread out, and images sprang into his mind, detecting a large gathering of creatures nearby, along with a fleeting blood-colored silhouette. He couldn’t help but angrily mutter, “That one evaded quite swiftly.”
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…” A multitude of palm-sized dark scorpions emerged from the sand, their bodies black while their tails glowed a fiery red, resembling burning iron, and astonishingly, each had wings on their backs.
They were incredibly fast, almost arriving the instant the “whoosh” sound echoed, and they raised their scorpion tails, shooting out red and black threads.
Li Hui remained completely still, allowing the threads to pierce through him, issuing “ding ding ding” sounds, while the nine heads rose in various positions, unleashing blood flames, inhaling forcefully, causing the wildly rushing flying scorpions to plummet to the ground, dead as could be.
Using the Four Yin Four Yang Flying Head Burial Array to bully small animals was quite a delight; otherwise, how could it be worthy of the term “burial”?
“Just some peculiar poisonous insects; no matter how many there are, I can eliminate them all. Even summoning a swarm of insects wouldn’t do any good.” Li Hui’s gaze turned cold as he secretly thought, “They came up with a good plan, trapping me with that black net before unleashing a swarm of insects to devour me, but little do they know that this type of trapping artifact is what I fear the least.”
The nine heads expanded their nostrils and inhaled deeply, growing lively with each breath.
They seldom had the chance to harm living beings, unable to handle overly powerful cultivators, and such a vast number of poisonous insects was just perfect for enjoyment.
As the ground grew carpeted with insect corpses, Li Hui felt astonished—not because there were too many insects, but because the enemy was incredibly decisive, retreating far away instantly after their strike. While it wasn’t literally a thousand miles, they didn’t hesitate to leave, and usually, such individuals spelled trouble and difficulty.
Surveying the surroundings with no results, Li Hui reached out casually. The scorpion carcasses spread across the ground suddenly soared into the air, “flapping” as they dove into his bag of treasures.
Soon, the ground was left clean, and the nine large heads swiftly ascended, carrying the figure clad in a dark blue monk’s robe—a fake monk sketching an eerie image of ghostly entities vanishing into the distance.
After Li Hui had departed for quite some time, the ground suddenly bulged, revealing a set of green eyes that fixedly stared into the distance, cursing, “So it turns out to be a demon cultivator who enjoys using talismans while deliberately disguising as a monk. Tsk, what a disgrace to demon cultivators. And this brat dares to destroy my artifact; not punishing him won’t quell my anger. Hmph, next time, I won’t use an artifact, but my renowned magical item.”
Just as those green eyes were about to leave, someone beside them snickered, “Hehe, Green Senro, did you take a hit? A simple Dharma Cloud stage monk was someone you couldn’t deal with? What does that make you useful to the lord?”
“Red Widow, if you’re capable, go kill him! Is he even a monk? If he were a monk, I would have taken that bald head and kicked it like a ball already.”
“Stop trying to hide your incompetence! Lord Nine Heavens wouldn’t mistake someone like him. If you can’t manage even this minor task, we have no reason to return and serve.”
“Get lost! Don’t use the lord’s authority to pressure me.” The green eyes flickered and vanished without a trace, but soon after, laughter echoed coldly, “Fool, you’re becoming more cowardly; you clearly have Concentrating Spirit stage cultivation but dare not act openly. Hehe, the lord’s lover was heavily injured and happened to benefit from it; do you truly think she’s so powerful? Speaking of which, it’s curious how that monk destroyed my artifact. I didn’t even see how he did it.”
It turned out that Red Widow had been hiding at a distance, observing. While she mockingly commented, Green Senro was startled by the presence of someone nearby. However, he decisively retreated upon confronting Li Hui, whether it was escaping a failed strike or meaning to guard against this “companion,” who could tell?
Demon cultivators are cunning; only they know what they truly think.
Once the two demon cultivators departed, a ball rolled out from the bushes, persuasively saying, “How interesting! A mere Spirit Motion stage is trying to hatch tree demons. Hehe, pretending to be a monk is quite creative, much better than looking like a farmer or a stinking beggar. Especially that stinking beggar’s gaze toward women makes this demon lord very uncomfortable, but this monk little guy looks like he won’t live for long!”
After a pause, the embroidered ball burst into laughter: “Hahaha, what was I thinking? Dying early is good; dying early allows me to shed a layer of restraint.”
