Chapter 358 - 349: Formless Rebirth Technique, Land Immortal Realm

Chapter 358: Chapter 349: Formless Rebirth Technique, Land Immortal Realm

Bu Xingtian and the girl, Xiaohong, were rooted to the spot, their minds reeling from one shock after another.

They gazed at Fu Juemin, whose handsome grace was so profound it made one feel plain in comparison. Although he stood nearby, he seemed worlds away, like a celestial being walking among the clouds.

First, there was the Red Banner Martial Artist, and then the three-eyed youth who had pursued them for over two months. The first was taken down with a single slash, the second with two palm strikes.

Figures who seemed like indomitable forces of nature in their eyes had been effortlessly shattered and dispersed by him.

While they were still in a daze, they suddenly heard Li Tong, who had been silent all this time, speak in a low voice, "Young Master."

"Yes."

The handsome young master with the saber at his waist responded with a smiling nod.

But Bu Xingtian and Xiaohong felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Their minds exploded with a BOOM!

Elder Li called him...

’Young Master?!!’

...

Fu Juemin, carrying the aberrant youth like a dead dog in one hand, led Li Tong and the other two out of the long alley and down the street.

His posture was casual, and as he walked, grains of faintly glowing phosphorescent powder drifted from beneath his long robes.

This was the Demon Moth Talent he had acquired some time ago. Its effect was large-scale hallucinogenic crowd control.

He had originally thought it was a useless Talent, but it was proving to be quite handy now.

With the Nine Banners making arrests and chaos in Yingjing, most of the common people were hiding in their homes.

Fu Juemin had also just cleared the area with a "Five Evils Return to the Origin," so he didn’t see many people when he came out.

Upon returning to the Blue Banner Mu Mansion, Fu Juemin handed Bu Xingtian and Xiaohong, who had followed them, over to his subordinates. He then took Li Tong to a quiet room, where the two sat facing each other.

The aberrant youth, immobilized by the Vajra Heart Lock, was tossed at their feet. Fu Juemin even cast [Nightmare] on him.

The youth’s six senses were sealed, and he was trapped in a nightmarish illusion, so there was no fear of him overhearing anything.

"Uncle Tong, you’ve aged a lot."

Fu Juemin placed the Exorcism Saber beside him and looked at Li Tong’s gaunt, emaciated frame, a complex emotion in his eyes.

Li Tong shook his head. He reached for the hot tea Fu Juemin had personally poured but didn’t drink it. He simply asked, "Young Master, what brings you to Yingjing?"

"My father took the family to the Southern Ocean. I got into some trouble in Shenghai, and after a bit of wandering, I ended up in Yingjing."

Fu Juemin answered casually, glancing at the aberrant youth at his feet. The youth’s eyes were tightly shut, but his eyeballs darted about beneath the lids, and his head was covered in the cold sweat of a nightmare. "Is this man the current Walker of the Formless Sect?" he asked.

"Yes."

Li Tong answered, "And no."

"Hm?"

Fu Juemin blinked. Li Tong said calmly, "His name is Zuo Xianzhi. He is a disciple of the current generation of the Formless Sect."

"It wasn’t his turn to be the Walker of this generation, but he became a dog for that National Preceptor who serves the Manchus and sold out the entire Formless Sect."

"So now, he is the only Walker left..."

Li Tong paused here before continuing, "He ’herded’ me all the way to Yingjing. I was severely injured once and was saved by the Banner-cutting Alliance."

"Sang Luo National Preceptor."

Fu Juemin murmured the name, his mind recalling the figure he had sensed outside the Thousand Blessings Tower during his nightly patrol of the Imperial Palace.

"A few days ago, the Royal Banner ordered the arrest of a member of the Banner-cutting Alliance. Thinking back, it must have been you, Uncle Tong."

"This order must have been issued by him as well..."

’This Formless Sect traitor, Zuo Xianzhi, is at the Heart Intent Manifestation realm. He’s likely assimilated the Royal Banner’s First Grade Great Demon, the Blood Bat, making his power far greater than that of an ordinary Transformation Realm expert.’

’Considering his age, his Talent is nothing short of astonishing.’

’But then again, he sold out the entire Formless Sect and willingly became Sang Luo National Preceptor’s dog. He must have received considerable benefits.’

’With a contemporary Grandmaster to guide him, this level of strength is to be expected.’

Fu Juemin habitually tapped his fingers on the body of the Exorcism Saber. He gazed at the pair of ape eyes on the blade guard, which seemed to glint with a cryptic light as if they had drunk their fill of fresh blood. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Uncle Tong, what are your plans now?"

Li Tong didn’t speak, merely draining the hot tea in his cup in silence.

A moment later, he gently set the cup down, lowered his gaze, and said, "My days are numbered. Now that I’ve found you, it’s the perfect time to pass on my techniques."

"Then, if I get the chance, I will seek out National Preceptor Sang Luo and take him down with me."

Li Tong’s tone was flat, as if he were discussing something trivial.

He had changed so much since they last met—not in his appearance, but inwardly.

The change was too complex to describe. Fu Juemin could still see traces of the "Uncle Tong" of the past, as well as "Demon Elephant Ji Shaotong," in Li Tong.

But beyond these two, there seemed to be several other, unfamiliar personas.

Fu Juemin had sensed it when he first saw Li Tong, and the feeling was even stronger now.

"The Demon Capital Nine Banners all deserve to die, and National Preceptor Sang Luo is no exception."

Fu Juemin brushed aside this irrelevant topic and turned to Li Tong, frowning. "Never mind that. What did you mean when you said your days are numbered, Uncle Tong?"

Li Tong thought for a moment before replying, "On the way here, Zuo Xianzhi pursued me relentlessly."

"He pushed me to the brink of death several times. It was a blessing in disguise, though, as it allowed me to comprehend the Formless Sect’s ultimate secret art—the Formless Rebirth Technique—granting me an extra Five Lives."

"But using this technique repeatedly within a few months has resulted in a fierce backlash. On top of that, my foundation was damaged long ago when my Heart Scene was shattered during the battle in Jiangzuo..."

"It’s only made my situation worse. Now, I have less than three months to live."

"Can’t the injury be healed?"

"My vitality is leaking away, and my Life Barrier has been shattered. It’s beyond the help of any medicine."

Li Tong shook his head, slowly rising and backing toward the door.

He seemed unwilling to dwell on the issue any longer.

"Young Master, make your preparations today. I will pass the Cultivation Technique to you tomorrow."

But Fu Juemin refused to give up. "Can Martial Arts save you?"

Without turning back, Li Tong replied, "I’ve mastered the Hidden Dragon Skill to the Great Success stage, and even that is useless. What Cultivation Technique in this world could be better for healing than this one?"

"Not even the Pharmacist Skill at the Perfection Realm?"

"The Pharmacist... at the Perfection Realm..."

Li Tong was about to reflexively dismiss the idea, but he stopped mid-sentence, his feet freezing in place.

After several breaths, he slowly, deliberately, turned back around.

For the first time, ripples of shock and astonishment appeared in his eyes, which had been calm and placid until this moment.

"The Pharmacist Buddha’s Glazed Body... at the Per... Perfection Realm?!"

He stared intently at Fu Juemin, only to see him erupt in an endless, seven-colored radiance the very next second.

Seated at the table, he shone brilliantly, like a treasured, walking statue of pure glaze.

A long laugh echoed from within the treasured light.

"Today..."

"...I will help you reforge your foundation and reform your Heart Scene, Uncle Tong!"

.....

「Three days later, in a secret chamber deep within the Mu Mansion.」

Ever-burning lamps lit the four walls. In the center of the secret chamber, a tall, burly, and imposing figure sat cross-legged.

Two streams of light flowed over the figure’s body.

One was dark and heavy, like molten gold; the other was like glazed jade, emitting a strange, almost seven-colored light.

The two streams of True Gang coursed rapidly over the tall figure’s body. They moved in perfect, natural harmony, washing over his form again and again like flowing water.

The tall figure’s breathing was incredibly long and steady. Each inhale and exhale caused the candle flames on the walls to flicker and sway.

At a certain moment—

CRACKLE... CRACK...

A series of crisp cracks, like firecrackers, suddenly echoed from within the figure’s body, as if something was being rapidly constructed and reshaped...

The two lights gradually faded, and then an invisible ripple began to slowly emanate from the figure.

As the ripple spread, a tangible-looking illusion rose up from behind the figure.

—Between heaven and earth, there were no mountains and no trees, only five enormous, treasured mirrors shimmering with light, which slowly materialized.

The five treasured mirrors slowly rotated in the air like a wheel. Within each mirror stood the faint image of a person. They all resembled one another but were of different ages.

There was a high-spirited youth, a middle-aged man who looked down upon the world with disdain, and an old man as imposing and profound as a great mountain...

Between the five mirrors, Dragon Elephants roamed, their presence solemn, majestic, and infinitely powerful.

"ROAR—!"

As this scene fully unfolded, the tall, cross-legged figure suddenly opened his eyes and let out a roar.

Inside the secret chamber, it was as if golden lightning had flashed. The roar of a dragon and the trumpeting of an elephant echoed endlessly.

"Congratulations, Uncle Tong, on re-entering the Land God... on re-entering the Heart Intent Realm!"

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