Chapter 591: Chapter 583: Seeking Benevolence and Gaining Benevolence?
As it turns out, when a person becomes twisted, there are no limits.
Daoist Taiyang attempted to extend his son’s life twice using harmful yin-based techniques, but both were thwarted, severely challenging his authority and making him feel deeply humiliated.
In addition, the chain of unfortunate events recently transformed him from a revered immortal to a persona non grata, leading to feelings of defeat and self-doubt.
Amidst this defeat, he experienced immense humiliation, and his nature twisted in an instant.
Whatever he set out to do, he now had to succeed at all costs to prove he was right, and his Daoist cultivation had no faults.
Another point was that his current misfortune arose from trying to extend his son’s life; he could not afford to give up halfway.
Only if his son continued to exist could he prove himself correct.
Compounding one mistake with another, Daoist Taiyang completely discarded the teachings of his masters and focused solely on proving himself right.
Mrs. Niu, seeing Daoist Taiyang’s unpredictable demeanor, felt waves of panic and unease and wanted to scream.
Daoist Taiyang, perceiving her intention, struck the back of her neck with his hand, knocking her out.
He was running out of time and needed to act quickly.
Daoist Taiyang quickly erected a small altar and took out a magic treasure he had previously crafted, the Soul Capturing Tripod.
Suddenly, he felt an intense gaze upon him. Turning, he saw Jing Wu’s eyes eerily open, watching him deeply.
Daoist Taiyang smiled at him, “Don’t worry, son, I will make sure you exist forever.”
Jing Wu remained silent, his eyes cold and ominous.
Daoist Taiyang continued his steps, drawing several talismans and setting up a Yin Gathering Formation. Endless yin energy rolled in from outside, worsening Jing Wu’s already pale and drawn face, hanging on by a mere breath.
Then, he punched his chest and spewed Heart Blood onto the talismans, chanting the ritual words while drawing more talismans with blood. He took Mrs. Niu’s fingertip blood and merged two talismans into a bowl, one of which he poured into Jing Wu’s mouth.
The thick, foul talisman water slid into Jing Wu’s throat like a snake and entered his stomach, burning through his organs like a fire dragon. Jing Wu, barely in his early teens, couldn’t bear the pain, writhing and screaming, but Daoist Taiyang covered his mouth.
“There, there, just endure a little longer, it will be over soon.”
The intense odor, like burning, decaying viscera, spread throughout the room.
Soon, Jing Wu breathed his last, his pupils dilating as his three souls and seven spirits began to leave his body. Daoist Taiyang immediately placed his corpse in the Array Eye of the Yin Gathering Formation and sealed his orifices with tongmei to keep his soul from leaving, plastering a Gathering Yin Talisman on his forehead.
Qin Liuxi, upon hearing this, tutted lightly, “Just as I said, he’s not just any sewer rat, he truly has Daoist cultivation, although not used for good.”
Tongmei are Copper Coins, passing through countless hands and possessing strong yang energy, ideal for suppressing evil. Daoist Taiyang used them to seal Jing Wu’s orifices, trapping the soul and feeding the dead soul with yin energy to create a living yin corpse.
Already chilled to the bone, Marquis Chang’an felt further attacked, almost skinned by these words. He really wanted to retort, let history be history, why oppose it?
Meanwhile, Jing Xiaosi was curious: “Living yin corpse, it seems, Junior Temple Master, you are quite knowledgeable about this technique.”
Tree Ghost: “So, shall we continue listening?”
Everyone in unison: “Continue.”
Once the Gathering Yin Talisman was attached, endless yin energy surged from the ground, coalescing into Jing Wu’s corpse which suddenly jerked back to life.
“The so-called playing dead actually occurs when the three souls and seven spirits have not yet completely left the body.”
When Jing Wu awoke, his eyes were bloodshot, clearly not the eyes of a human. His throat made gulping sounds, and he instinctively felt hungry.
The previously consumed thick talisman water had already burnt his organs to ashes; what remained of his body was merely an empty shell. He needed to absorb resentful energy to nourish himself.
Daoist Taiyang led him to Mrs. Niu and drew an immobilization charm on her, then directly pierced Mrs. Niu’s carotid artery, allowing Jing Wu to suck his mother’s essence and blood to refine his body.
Poor Mrs. Niu awoke in pain and watched helplessly as her most beloved son turned into a monster, neither human nor ghost-like, sucking her lifeblood from her neck.
Mrs. Niu felt both resentful and hateful; as her life drained away, her resentful energy grew stronger, much to Daoist Taiyang’s satisfaction.
They say a mother and child’s hearts are connected. The more Mrs. Niu hated, the stronger her resentful energy grew, which only became the best nourishment for Jing Wu.
Mrs. Niu soon breathed her last, with her soul immediately captured by Daoist Taiyang using the Soul Capturing Tripod. After Jing Wu drained her essence blood and his eyes turned redder, he fed her soul to Jing Wu.
Consuming his mother’s resentful soul, mother and son sharing one body, he would become the fiercest of violent corpses.
Jing Wu did not resist at all, like a puppet on strings, devouring his own mother’s soul, and instantly his resentful energy surged.
The Tree Ghost sighed at Mrs. Niu’s fate: “She got what she asked for.”
She desired her son to live a long and healthy life, and now, having borne him, raised him, and saved him, she even gave him her life and soul. As long as Jing Wu isn’t destroyed by a Heavenly Master, he will indeed exist forever. Isn’t that getting what she asked for?
Jing Xiaosi was somewhat speechless, do you have some misunderstanding regarding getting what one asked for?
Marquis Chang’an felt panicky in his heart, this Daoist Taiyang is truly a madman.
“Is that all?” Qin Liuxi asked the Tree Ghost.
The Tree Ghost spread his hands: “That’s all, the kid swallowed the mother’s soul and then was taken away by his father, who even named him Changsheng.”
Qin Liuxi felt disgusted, better not let Feng Miou hear this, or he’ll definitely be furious.
Changsheng Hall deals in medicinal herbs, saves lives, and seeks merit, but this so-called ‘Changsheng’ is a living dead corpse, how can it not trigger a reaction?
“You were peeping sneakily from a hidden spot, didn’t Daoist Taiyang notice you?”
The Tree Ghost shivered: “How could he not? At first, he didn’t have the time to deal with me. When he was about to leave and wanted to make a move against me, I ran away with the guard’s bird…”
What, ran away with the bird?
Everyone looked at him with disdain.
The Tree Ghost bashfully explained: “I didn’t mean to, I intended to grab his foot. It was just that the old Taoist glanced my way, I panicked and chose my path poorly, that’s why I grabbed the wrong thing.”
Alright, no need to explain, we understand.
The guard on the distant tree thought more about the previous night, felt something was wrong, and instinctively looked towards his groin. Remembering something, he howled and jumped to another rooftop.
Marquis Chang’an watched the Tree Ghost warily, his neck tilted, this pervert.
The Tree Ghost glanced at him and said: “The young guard was frightened and cried out. The old Taoist, fearing it would attract others, hurriedly ran away; otherwise, how could I have met the Marquis?”
Marquis Chang’an: Tomorrow I’ll list the manor for sale at a low price!