Chapter 900 - 476: The West State Boss’s Gentleness

Chapter 900: Chapter 476: The West State Boss’s Gentleness

In the Fox Mountain tavern.

Around each small stone table, fiery red foxes gathered, eating and gesturing, chatting boastfully!

"Ying ying ying, awoo awoo awoo..."

It’s Big Fire Cloud, clutching a slice of pumpkin toast, his face full of happiness!

This toast has a pumpkin scent, sweet, with crispy pumpkin seeds embedded!

"Awoo awoo awoo, ying ying awoo awoo..."

That’s Bai Taiyang, bending the toast in his fox claw, teaching his brothers how to dip more cream of mushroom sauce in one go!

Bai Mo sat in the corner of the hall, eating bread and looking at a stack of Copper Plates on the table.

"Literature related to Immortal Technique is getting scarcer."

These are the documents freshly unearthed today, recording some ancient rituals and ceremonies of the Cyan Moon Pill Palace.

"What about the Immortal Technique of Sequence Five, Sequence Four?

"Is there none in the Pill Palace?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brow but understood.

After all, the Cyan Moon Pill Palace was established not long ago, with few members and a weak foundation. There are fewer high-level Immortals, leaving behind even fewer documents. It’s quite normal for a portion to be lost in the river of history.

He fiddled with the Copper Plates, finishing reading about a certain [Great Sleeve Wave Branch Sacrificial Ceremony] inscribed there.

Then he thought about the septic truck on the outskirts of West State.

"I wonder how the progress is going over there?"

...

Whew...

Cold wind billowed into the spacious hall.

Tables were laid out.

Brushes dipped in fresh black ink danced on human skin paper.

The Immortal disciples, some in suits, some in sportswear, some in school uniforms, each sat cross-legged at the tables, with hollow, dry eyes, focusing their attention on their hands, focusing on their brush, as they had trained thousands of times before, mechanically drawing that familiar talisman.

They hadn’t eaten, and now their stomachs growled from hunger, making "grumble" noises from time to time.

But the Tie Pi Immortal strolled around, hands behind his back, a face full of cheer, uncaring... Writing this talisman, it consumes one’s vitality, lifespan, and destiny, not physical strength, so why eat so much? They can write just as well with empty stomachs!

As he walked and rotated, his eyes seemed to see the pale-white vitality subtly flowing along the disciples’ arms into the talisman brush, then being written into the talisman along with the ink.

"Heh heh."

He felt content inside.

Because this hall, these three hundred apprentices, these three hundred talisman brushes, these three hundred tables, roughly made this the largest, finest, and most professional living ink talisman workshop of this era.

He felt a bit peculiar.

Looking down at his seemingly robust arms and hands.

Such talismans, the apprentices could write, but he couldn’t write them at all.

Because in this Ancient Immortal body, there wasn’t even a drop of "living vitality" left.

Behind him, the apprentice was still afraid.

"Master, those ink breeding villages and factories in West State, can we continue using them?

"That... um..."

The Ancient Immortal shook his head, sneering.

"No need!

"There are living people all over the world; we just move elsewhere, find other living people to extract some vitality.

"We can go anywhere, can the West State Boss hunt us everywhere?

"Ink breeding can be done anywhere.

"The talisman workshop is in the dream.

"What’s he gonna do?"

The Ancient Immortal coldly sneered while casually glancing at the disciples painting talismans beside him.

"Hmm?"

Why does this disciple’s hand look dirty?

Although she’s a white-collar lady in a suit, why are her hands getting black and white stains?

The Ancient Immortal stared, suddenly stupefied.

He saw the ink on the lady’s talisman brush startlingly flowing backward!

Part of the ink fell on the talisman paper, while part quietly climbed up the pen shaft, over her pen-grasping fingers, palm, the suspended wrist, the exerting forearm!

"This... this is..."

Tie Pi Immortal roamed the Immortal Realm for a thousand years, had seen countless sinister and ghostly tricks, but this ink that polluted human hands, was something he’d encountered for the first time!

He stared at the lady’s pen-holding hand, seeing the originally fair hand start exuding black blood, joints twisting, finally "swoosh," she jerked, smearing a thick, long stroke that ruined the half-finished talisman.

The lady was already crying, tears flowing, trying to hold her uncontrollably trembling right hand with her left.

"Master... I... I did train hard before... I don’t mean to... I don’t know... please don’t kill me..."

Tie Pi Immortal felt an uneasy premonition.

His modern era largest life-ink talisman workshop, his three hundred apprentices trained over three years, could it be...

Swoosh...

Swoosh...

Swoosh...

He turned his head, scanning the scene.

Saw each apprentice, each talisman brush, losing control, wrecking half-completed talismans!

Each apprentice, each face started crying, started shaking, started fearing!

Each apprentice, each hand got reversed ink contamination, turning into black and white patterns, trembling, joints twisted, unable to form words!

Tie Pi Immortal’s eyes were round, his face flushed, as red as pig liver!

"Whew..."

He exhaled, blowing his whiskers.

Reaching out to snatch the apprentice’s talisman brush, "crack," broke the pen shaft, saw already black ink permeated it!

Reached for the inkstone on the table, "crack," breaking it open, saw black ink had permeated it!

Bang!

He harshly threw the severed inkstone out, "boom," collapsing a wall of the palace!

This already dilapidated palace, the roof dirt fell in whispers, the entire roof tottering precariously!

The apprentices shivered, all wanting to rush out, but none dared!