In a secluded courtyard, a long time had passed. Having escaped the raging winds and waves of the outer sea, the heavy, dense moisture was gone, the always dim sky had cleared, and the incessant noise that had long been in his ears had vanished. Chu Weiyang sat in the room, appearing extremely restless, gripping a corner of the "Flicking Finger Pill Chapter" tightly, looking somewhat at a loss.
Of course, that jade box had long been carefully stored away by Chu Weiyang.
Sitting there, Chu Weiyang fell into an unusual silence for a long time; his gaze was not just hollow. The nearby Qinghe girl observed closely and could see that Chu Weiyang was indeed in a daze, lost in thought as if wandering in the heavens.
As she carefully watched Chu Weiyang, Qinghe girl lightly bit her thin lips. Her gaze shifted away from him, subtly sweeping over the法剑 that lay horizontally on the table.
Upon closer inspection, the法剑, with its intertwining bright yellow and silver-gray blade, was not only adorned with a flowing light resembling a starry river but also had a radiant brilliance filled with spiritual essence swirling around it.
That brilliance even appeared dim at times, but the swirling was extremely rhythmic, as if… as if someone was breathing.
As a direct descendant of the Hundred Flowers Tower, aside from combat, Qinghe girl had indeed dabbled in various miscellaneous studies, and with her increasing cultivation, she had even compensated for her shortcomings in combat.
Thus, Qinghe girl had been accompanying Chu Weiyang for quite some time, enough for her to glean some insights and even make some guesses.
In fact, it was precisely so. At the moment Chu Weiyang was lost in thought, he was also multitasking, discussing the fusion and transformation of the Heart-Eating Talisman and Water Arrow Talisman with Chunyu Zhi in his mind. He wanted to truly transcribe this killing technique into written form, transforming it into talismans that could be sold externally.
After all, with Chu Weiyang's cultivation, ninety percent of it was tied to his roots, making it unsuitable for leakage. Only the methods obtained from the Mo family of the Hundred Snake Island seemed ordinary and posed no fear of exposure.
Chu Weiyang also believed that Chunyu Zhi was indeed a master of talisman arrays, and he had shown some unique talents in this area. He thought that through mutual comprehension, they could successfully transcribe this killing technique into written form.
While he was pondering, it was at that moment that Chu Weiyang suddenly felt Qinghe girl approaching him from behind. He sensed the softness and relaxation at the back of his head, felt her slender fingers gently kneading his forehead, smoothing out the furrow between his brows, seemingly trying to alleviate some discomfort in his heart.
At the same time, Qinghe girl's feigned seductive voice rang out.
As she spoke, Qinghe girl leaned over Chu Weiyang's shoulder.
At this moment, Chu Weiyang didn't even need to turn his head; he could see her smooth cheek and her long, flawless neck like white jade from the corner of his eye.
A faint orchid fragrance wafted over.
It was this unreserved and bold allure that allowed Chu Weiyang to stabilize himself from that dazed state.
It seemed that just this instant had spared him from any celestial melodies.
Yet, Chu Weiyang still smiled, raising his hand to gently stroke Qinghe's rounded chin.
In an instant, visibly, Qinghe's long neck suddenly revealed an almost uncontrollable swallowing motion.
Chu Weiyang seemed to understand something and suddenly smiled, lowering his hand.
At this moment, within Chu Weiyang's mind, Chunyu Zhi's voice, filled with barely concealed resentment, echoed.
In the depths of the outer sea, on the nine-layered cloud steps formed by thick water vapor, a dark light suddenly fell.
Upon closer inspection, what was wrapped in that bright light was the black wooden snake staff that the Snake Elder had held earlier.
At this moment, the dark light plunged straight into the deep sea.
In that cold and deep hue, there was silence, yet the underwater snake den was filled with demonic beasts.
Suddenly, the bright light burst forth, resembling a mirror wheel illuminating the surroundings, wrapping the black wooden snake staff within, as if a great sun had sunk into the sea, causing even greater tremors.
After a long silence, a hazy silhouette stepped out from the mirror wheel, illuminated by the shadow of the black wooden snake staff. After just a few steps, when that hazy silhouette truly emerged from the mirror wheel, it suddenly transformed into a phantom, and then under the mirror wheel's illumination, that phantom abruptly solidified, revealing the Snake Elder's法身.
However, compared to his true self standing on the cloud steps, upon closer inspection, the Snake Elder's法身 still had a layer of fine snake scales coiled around his neck.
Raising his hand, he summoned the snake staff, which fell into his hand.
The surroundings remained in a dead silence, and thus, the Snake Elder fell silent as well.
He surveyed everything in the snake den, finally fixing his gaze on a slender figure.
In the deep sea's snake den, there were indeed beings that had barely condensed into human forms. On the contrary, many half-human, half-snake entities surrounded the Snake Elder, all exuding the aura of the Dan胎 realm.
Those with weaker auras had more characteristics belonging to snakes; while those with stronger auras naturally had more human traits.
But this particular figure was different; her upper body was a complete human form, while from the waist down, a thick snake body coiled around. Yet, when sensing her aura, it was only at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm.
However, when the Snake Elder saw her figure, a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He even took a few steps forward, helping the woman who was about to bow in greeting.
As his words fell, the island master Mo's face turned iron-blue, her eyes filled with brewing hatred. She gritted her teeth tightly, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth.
As the words fell, the Snake Elder took a step back, then looked at the island master Mo with a smile that was not quite a smile.
After speaking, the Snake Elder once again surveyed the surroundings, his cold voice filled with killing intent.
As his words fell, the island master Mo's face twisted in struggle, becoming increasingly ferocious.
After a long time, she seemed to be in pain, speaking in a trembling tone.
As her words fell, the voices of all the snake demons in the vast snake den overlapped, resembling thunder erupting from the deep sea!
In that place, the island master Mo's figure trembled continuously amidst the rumbling thunder, but when she spoke again, her voice was unprecedentedly calm, as if another profound meaning and hatred were supporting her.
The echoing thunder in the vast snake den was perhaps too loud, causing layers of silt to stir up at the bottom of the sea, muddling the water, resembling dark mist.
Meanwhile, the Snake Elder's face still bore that smile that was not quite a smile, carefully observing the changes on the island master Mo, his figure gradually fading into the dark mist, as if in the next moment, he would disappear into the mire.
But throughout, there had been no other changes in that place.
Only in the mire did the dark mist grow increasingly intense, eventually rising up and enveloping the entire snake den, leaving only the continuous sound of thunder.
Faintly, the sound initially resembled a beast's roar, buzzing and hoarse, but gradually, one could hear the true human voices more clearly.
In Tianwu Dao City, at the residence of the Dan Sect, in the courtyard.
A tune of "Pure Heart Melody" flowed through the quiet room. Behind the half-covered silk screen was the figure of Qinghe girl, quietly playing the zither. Even though the screen was somewhat translucent, one could only see her hazy silhouette.
In that place, Chu Weiyang still sat upright, his eyes slightly squinted, quietly listening to the profound melodies flowing into his ears, transforming into strands of clear streams, flowing through his heart and mind.
In both past and present lives, Chu Weiyang had never been one to experience a life of indulgence. All his knowledge about the brothels came solely from texts and images, never from personal experience.
Yet at this moment, even just listening to a piece of profound music, Chu Weiyang deeply appreciated the wisdom of his ancestors; this was truly the ultimate enjoyment.
Even under the lingering profound melodies, the previously resentful Chunyu Zhi fell into an unusual calm and silence.
She had always looked down upon the tricks of the Yuan Sect, but at this moment, it seemed she was also touched by the music, causing her lonely soul to resonate from another level, experiencing a sense of reality as if it truly existed.
And just as they lingered in the profound melodies for a long time, suddenly, Chu Weiyang burst into laughter, clapping his hands.
As his voice fell, he grabbed a talisman brush from the desk, dipped it in vermilion spiritual ink, and then brought it down onto a piece of talisman paper.
This was a talisman that Chu Weiyang had comprehended entirely on his own.
As the brush danced like a dragon and wrote with iron strokes, the essence that fell onto the talisman paper was rough and domineering. In that crimson vermilion ink, a dark flash suddenly passed, appearing at first glance as some bloodthirsty aura, but only those truly from the Yuan Sect could understand how precious the five spirits clustered together to form the profound dark realm was!
At this moment, Qinghe merely conveyed her joy through the zither's music, but only Chunyu Zhi, who truly walked the path of talisman arrays, could truly grasp its essence and true meaning!
Thus, even Chunyu Zhi couldn't help but feel emotional.
The Yin Fu treasure characters exceed three hundred, and the moral spiritual texts stop at five thousand.
In ancient and modern times, the immortal beings are countless, all reaching true understanding here.