Chapter 698 - 428: Returning to Headquarters! Fuyuan Temple!

Chapter 698: Chapter 428: Returning to Headquarters! Fuyuan Temple!

Lu Xuan’s fingertip brushed over the five cinnabar characters, "Yangyan Fuhuo Scripture," and surprisingly, the touch carried a faint warmth, as if tiny sparks were dormant within the pages.

His heart stirred slightly; the old Daoist’s words about the "fragmented scroll" might not be mere excuses; there indeed seemed to be some profundity in this scripture.

Afterward, Lu Xuan ignored the old Daoist’s complex and terrified gaze, and couldn’t be bothered with the old Daoist’s junior brother, who still had a gun pressing against his temple, not daring to breathe heavily.

He casually flipped open the scripture, and as the old Daoist mentioned, the pages were extremely thin, just five pages in total.

On them were several structures of symbols painted with cinnabar, accompanied by concise formulas and routes for guiding one’s energy. The last few pages clearly showed signs of being torn.

Lu Xuan’s gaze was like lightning, quickly scanning over those symbols.

The "Gathering Sun Talisman," which absorbs the essence of sunlight and transforms it into a thin yang flame; the "Evil Dispelling Talisman," effective against yin filth; and the "Burning Yin Talisman," slightly stronger, requiring one’s essence to trigger, which can burn yin fiends.

The last one, the "Yang Flame Protective Spell," wasn’t a drawn talisman but a method to instantly mobilize the yang energy within the body to form a protective shield, though it had the highest foundational requirement.

To Lu Xuan, these talismans seemed crude and simplistic, even incomplete. If practiced step by step, it would likely be hard to succeed even one out of ten times, and the power would be limited.

But what he sought was not to follow the rules.

His thoughts sank into his mind, where the empty system panel still hovered.

The yellowing ancient book in his hand didn’t display any miraculous phenomenon, but the system panel in his mind instantly changed.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Life)

Realm: None

Cultivation Technique: Yangyan Fuhuo Scripture (Incomplete)

Points: 0

Lu Xuan casually tossed the yellowing fragmented volume of "Yangyan Fuhuo Scripture" back to the old Daoist as if he were discarding a worthless piece of junk.

The old Daoist, flustered, caught it and clutched it to his chest like a lost and found treasure, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

The Marshal actually returned the sect’s treasured magic skill?

However, Lu Xuan’s next words instantly tightened the heartstrings that had just relaxed.

"Tell me about this ancient tomb, what does your Fuyuan Sect think." Lu Xuan’s voice was very calm.

His gaze slowly swept over the old Daoist and the two middle-aged Daoists nearby, "Remember, don’t lie to me, it will cost lives."

The last few words, though light, made the old Daoist shiver, the scene of a gun against his junior brother’s temple still fresh in his mind.

He had no doubt that this unpredictable and resolute Marshal meant what he said.

With this thought, the old Daoist took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and began to carefully organize his words.

"Marshal, for your discernment, I dare not hide anything. The ’White Tiger Swallows Corpse’ formation is exceedingly perilous, far beyond ordinary tombs.

Grand General Weiyuan chose this place not merely for the treasure to be buried with him; his intention... it seems, as my fellow Daoist just mentioned, was to become a Corpse Dissolution Immortal, transforming into a ’Submerged Corpse’.

After speaking, he pointed towards the dark red mound and the deep fissure ahead.

"Marshal, look at that mound, the color of congealed blood, formed from the gathering of ominous energy here over a century.

And that fissure isn’t naturally formed; according to my guess, it was forcibly created by Grand General Weiyuan using the ’Earth-Penetrating Nail’ technique to pierce the earth’s energy veins, summoning deeper layers of Nine Nether Yin and Earth Fire energies upward to merge with the White Tiger’s energy, forming a bizarre ’Yin-Yang Reversal Fiend.’

The old Daoist, seeing Lu Xuan seemed to be listening, felt slightly encouraged and explained in more detail.

"Ordinary ominous energies are extremely yin or extremely cold, or extremely yang or extremely fierce, but this place’s energy, as the White Tiger energy is metal and slaughter, the Nine Nether Yin energy is yin and deathly stillness, and the Earth Fire energy is yang and violently merged by force, making the yin and yang chaotic."

"If ordinary people have no protective method, staying here for long will deteriorate their vitality and disrupt their sanity,

and the traps and possible ’tomb guardians’ inside are likely nourished by this energy, becoming extremely troublesome."

"In addition," the old Daoist lowered his voice, "based on the records from our sect’s predecessors observing from afar, every full moon, near this General’s Mountain, the phenomenon of ’Ghost Soldiers Crossing’ often occurs,

it’s probably the resentful spirits of General Weiyuan’s buried soldiers! Influenced by the ’Yin-Yang Reversal Fiend,’ they are likely ten times more vicious than ordinary ghosts!"

After saying this, the old Daoist lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at Lu Xuan again.

His words, seventy percent truth and thirty percent speculative based on records, laid bare nearly all his sect’s knowledge of the place, hoping to earn a slim chance of survival before this homicidal Marshal.

Lu Xuan listened quietly, his gaze once again focusing on the deadly "White Tiger Swallows Corpse" formation, his fingers slowly caressing the gun holster at his waist.

Yin-Yang Reversal Fiend? Ghost Soldiers Crossing?

Interesting, this spectral oddity of the Red Dust world, it shouldn’t disappoint him.

The peril of this tomb, far beyond ordinary ancient tombs, was no problem for Lu Xuan who sought to gain "points."

Lu Xuan’s lips curled into a cold smile and he immediately gave an order: "Adjutant!"

"Marshal, I’m here!" The shifty-eyed adjutant, always beside Lu Xuan, immediately bowed and prepared to receive detailed instructions for entering the tomb.

"Pass the order to withdraw the brothers back to Ping’an Town first, we’ll come back in a few days."