Chapter 702 - 429: Perfect Earth Master! Red Wedding Dress Vengeful Ghost! (2)

Chapter 702: Chapter 429: Perfect Earth Master! Red Wedding Dress Vengeful Ghost! (2)

According to the old Taoist priest, this is the "Evil-Suppressing Purple Heaven Talisman," personally drawn by the founder of the Talisman Origin Temple years ago. It possesses immense power, able to connect heaven and earth. Should vengeful ghosts seek one’s life, the talisman will automatically unleash divine power to protect its master.

Lu Xuan weighed the slightly cool talisman paper in his hand. Though unsure how much of the old priest’s words were exaggerated or true, he held on to it, adhering to the principle of being prepared.

In this eerie world, more preparation means more confidence in dealing with the unexpected.

"Commander, the torch is ready."

The adjutant, seeing everything prepared, quickly ran forward and respectfully handed a fiercely burning torch to Lu Xuan.

His face wore a fawning smile, his body slightly bowed, yet an unnoticeable hint of tension was hidden in his eyes as he occasionally glanced towards the eerie objects with talismans pasted on them.

The adjutant’s face seemed to wear a fawning smile, but inwardly he was already lamenting.

This commander of his, for an unknown reason today, not only withdrew troops from General’s Hill but also started messing with these sinister ghostly things.

He sneakily glanced at the pile of items with talismans, feeling a chill on the back of his neck, secretly praying that nothing would go wrong—otherwise, today his little life might be at stake.

Meanwhile, the Feng Shui Master had quietly moved behind the old Taoist priest, a fine cold sweat trickling down his temple.

With his cultivation, he could clearly perceive the terrifying existence sealed within those magical artifacts.

The Feng Shui Master secretly decided that if any abnormality occurred later, he would be the first to flee—riches and honor, the commander’s authority, were worthless compared to one’s life.

He had betrayed his sect to enjoy earthly riches; who would have thought he would encounter the commander suddenly going mad, determined to meddle with these taboo things!

Lu Xuan took the torch with an impassive expression, his wrist trembling as the burning flame traced an arc before precisely landing on a pile of dry branches.

"Boom—"

The dry branches ignited upon contact with the fire, flames instantly soared a yard high, and scorching heat waves swept around.

The plaza, already baked by the scorching sun, now turned into a furnace, making onlookers feel even their breaths were scorching, with large beads of sweat continuously rolling down their foreheads.

Within the soaring flames, those objects with talismans began emitting faint unusual sounds.

The purple-golden bowl trembled violently, the black gourd’s surface twisted into unrecognizable human faces, while from the copper mirror came faint, ghostly wails.

The old Taoist priest gazed upon this scene, his turbid eyes rippling with compassion.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the Peach Wood Sword, his lips trembling slightly as if reciting some kind of transcendental scripture.

Under the dual refining of scorching sun and blazing fire, those sealed souls were doomed to scatter, never to reincarnate.

Such actions, truly, harm the harmony of heaven.

Lu Xuan’s eyes reflected the blazing flames, yet his body subtly retreated half a step in the steaming blaze.

He seemed to be staring at the burning magical artifacts ahead, his consciousness already immersed deep within the system panel in his mind.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Life)

Realm: None

Cultivation Technique: Sun Flame Talisman Fire Sutra (Incomplete) — Can be perfected

Points: 5000

Please confirm, whether to spend 999 points to perfect the Sun Flame Talisman Fire Sutra.

"Confirm!"

At the instant the thought landed, the system points on the panel plummeted to 4001.

Simultaneously, it was as if thousands of scarlet gold symbols exploded in Lu Xuan’s sea of consciousness—the previously incomplete scripture was supplemented and deduced, countless profound incantations surged into his mind like a galaxy pouring down.

Gathering Yang Talisman, Burning Yin Talisman, Expelling Evil Talisman were only basic; the newly emerged scripture further contained many complex talisman techniques like the "Nine Suns Soul-Locking Talisman," "Separation Fire Illusion Spell," "Red Emperor Sky Patrol Chart," and more.

From invoking true solar fire to condensing protective flame energy, from crafting sun flame magical artifacts to maneuvering flame spirit incarnations... The vast expanse of talisman knowledge instantly filled his immortal soul.

While Lu Xuan was absorbed in the cultivation technique’s mysteries, he suddenly sensed the system points starting to fluctuate abnormally—4010...4150...4300...

He abruptly returned to his senses, only to see flames raging in the field, where those sealed souls wailed mournfully in the fire.

Whenever a soul body was completely obliterated, a pure essence power would be refined by the system into system points.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Life)

Realm: None

Cultivation Technique: Sun Flame Talisman Fire Sutra (0/9)

Points: 14500

Please confirm, whether to spend 5 points to deduce the Sun Flame Talisman Fire Sutra.

"Deduce!"

Lu Xuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism, without taking the time to think through the reasons.

His mind was frantically confirming, and the system interface also began crazily initiating continuous deductions.

After consuming 5 points to raise the Flame Emblem True Sutra to the first level, Lu Xuan did not stop.

Do you want to consume 20 points to deduce the Flame Emblem True Sutra?

"Deduce!"

Do you want to consume 100 points, ...

"Deduce!"

Do you want to consume 500 points ...

"Continue!"

Do you want to consume 1500 points,

"Deduce!"

Do you want to consume 5000 points,

"Deduce!"

When the system prompted for the final time, "Do you want to consume 9999 points to deduce the Flame Emblem True Sutra?"

"Deduce!"

Not long after, upon successfully deducing the Flame Emblem True Sutra to the 7th level, Lu Xuan abruptly halted.

Looking at the remaining balance of 486 points, he reluctantly stopped this frenzy of improvement.

In that lightning-fast moment, Lu Xuan completed what ordinary people would need countless years of arduous cultivation to achieve, reaching the highest realm.

And the originally weak Flame True Qi within him transformed into a raging torrent, roaring through his meridians throughout his body.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Lifetime)

Realm: Earth Master (Perfect)

Cultivation Technique: Flame Emblem True Sutra (7/9)

Points: 486

Just as Lu Xuan completed the deduction, the world suddenly changed!

This anomaly did not arise because of him, but from the pile of burning Soul-Sealing Magical Artifact ahead.

Suddenly, a gale roared out of nowhere, the blazing sun was devoured by swirling dark clouds in an instant, plunging the world into a deep and murky abyss.

A single icy raindrop fell, followed by a torrential downpour, the temperature plummeted, and a piercing damp chill spread all around.

"Ghost—!"

Who knows who was the first to emit a heartrending scream; the soldiers at the courtyard gate had already lost their minds, abandoning guns and shoes as they scrambled outside.

The adjutant and Feng Shui Master were even more ashen-faced, running faster than anyone, with Feng Shui Master stumbling and crawling, oblivious to his clothes being torn.

Only the old Taoist priest stood with his hair and beard flaring, eyes shining with a fierce light.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of vital blood onto the altar, shouting fiercely: "Ancestor Guardian!"

A flash of golden light flickered, and the flames on the altar’s pair of wavering white candles suddenly solidified.

Seemingly protected by an invisible force, they remained unmoved amid the storm, casting a steadfast and warm glow, creating a haven in the midst of sudden darkness.

After completing this action, the old Taoist’s face turned pale: "Damn it! This act gravely injures the harmony of nature, it has angered heaven! General, those fiercest evil spirits... are about to emerge!"

As his words echoed, the pile of ghostly green flames surged higher during the rainstorm, a few twisted shadows slowly condensed into shape, emitting a spine-chilling and vengeful wail.

In an instant, an icy chill permeated the air, seemingly freezing the very atmosphere.

To Lu Xuan’s left, merely five steps away, a crimson silhouette silently appeared.

It was an expansive bridal gown embroidered with gold phoenix patterns, its sleeves moved without wind, red silk ribbons like blood serpents winding and dancing in the air.

The red gown hovered eerily mid-air, with no limbs or torso visible, only a woman’s heavily made-up face perched upon the collar.

Her face was alabaster as if coated with thick powder, with unnaturally red blush upon her cheeks.

Most horrifying were her seven orifices—dark red blood continuously seeped from her eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth, carving ghastly marks on her ghostly pale face.

The ghost bride in the red dress did not glance at Lu Xuan, instead, her head tilted slightly, the bleeding eyes locked onto a spot ahead, seemingly searching for something or waiting for something.

At this moment, amidst the drenching rain, a bizarre smell of mixed fragrant powder and decay spread forth.