Free Web NovelChapter 441: Chapter 263: So It’s the Holy Sect, Where Everyone Is Like a Dragon
"Lord Wu Gou..."
Mao Yichang’s face was full of confusion, unable to understand why the had returned and demanded his power.
Could this be the test of the Pimo King?
"The major plan of the cult is important, so bear with this hardship for now."
The stone scripture suspended in mid-air emitted one ancient and crude character after another, as if speaking rapidly and urgently.
"Major plan? The Pimo King has always been far-sighted, planning the whole situation..."
Mao Yichang’s divine soul pulsated, his thoughts flickered; he had heard other cult members speak of those favored by spirits or blessed by scriptures.
Often, they must undergo one or even multiple trials.
This is the "Demon Lord’s Test"!
The content within is bizarre and varied.
There are heinous acts of murder, bitter tasks like burdening oneself as a beast of labor, and even benevolent deeds to help others.
Rumor has it that those who pass the "Demon Lord’s Test" are included in the selection as Holy Son and Saintess, granted higher-level cultivation techniques, and even enter the Turbid Tide for baptism!
Thinking of this, Mao Yichang suddenly became excited, as if seeing a glorious path to the heavens unfold before his eyes.
He quickly rose, bowed respectfully, and prostrated himself on the ground, displaying piety:
"Lord Wu Gou, if you have any need, feel free to take it! I will not even frown... Hiss!"
Before Mao Yichang’s voice could finish, the stone scripture’s glow swirled, condensing into the word "Absorb".
Woo woo woo!
The yin wind howled, roaring like thunder!
In an instant, large and small whirlwinds formed in the Puzzle Cave, like mouths tearing out all the thoughts from Mao Yichang’s full divine soul.
Thick, black oil-like, wriggling flows of air surged toward the .
In a mere three to five breaths, twenty years of Mao Yichang’s hard-earned cultivation strength was drained!
The Four Reversals Cult Members all comprehend the various scriptures bestowed by Dharma Guardian Spirits, climbing step by step from low to high.
Because their hearts hold the divine, in worship and praise, nurturing incense for the spirits.
Each Supreme Divine Spirit, for its followers, takes and commands the powers of life and death.
Therefore, the borrowing Mao Yichang’s cultivation level is not difficult.
It merely requires issuing an order and getting his nod.
"I’ve been emptied..."
Mao Yichang’s divine soul form shivered, as if his bones were knocked, his marrow stripped, and his refined thoughts drawn clean.
If he hadn’t already abandoned his fleshly shell, he would be lying lifeless, eyes white, frozen in place.
This stimulating sensation was far more tormenting than physical torture.
It felt like gently slicing off pieces of flesh with a knife, leaving no blood or bones.
"No less than lingchi!"
Mao Yichang finally understood why squad leaders, hall masters, and incense masters among the cult treated betrayers of the doctrine or those who defied the Supreme Divine Spirit.
The greatest punishment was to seize their cultivation and destroy their divine shrine.
It’s terrifying!
Even setting aside those stark, near-tangible feelings of pain.
Having one’s cultivation absorbed, and the divine soul suddenly empty and weak, is enough to drive most people mad!
Imagine a robust man having all his strength taken away, instantly becoming a weakling that collapses with a breeze!
How unbearable is this!
"The more painful, the harder, the more intolerable it is! It means the Pimo King’s trial is greater, harder, and should be faced with seriousness!"
Mao Yichang, after all, was a ruthless person who had slaughtered his entire clan, abandoned familial and kin connections; the dark soul only bounced a few times before regrouping. freewёbnoνel.com
"Lord Wu Gou, if it’s not enough, you can take more... Ah!"
No sooner had he finished speaking, the stone scripture then condensed into an even larger "Swallow" character.
"Mao, you are devout! Only taking twenty years might not satisfy that boy’s stomach.
Watch how Uncle Scripture subdues him! Fifty years of cultivation strength, take it!"
Mao Yichang had hidden for several years in He Mountain Dao’s Inner Scenic Land, practicing forbidden arts and receiving various blessings from the Four Reversals Sect, his realm soared to levels he could never attain in a lifetime, worthy of being called "deep cultivation".
And now, being recklessly taken by the , large parts were erased in an instant, something absolutely unacceptable for legitimate Daoist cultivators.
Yet Mao Yichang gritted his teeth and endured, even feeling joy within:
"With such a great sacrifice, I will surely pass the Demon Lord’s Test and win the favor of the Supreme Divine Spirit!"
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"Little brother, I’m back!"
The turned into a ray of light, swiftly landing before Bai Qi, who was seated on a great stone.
The latter seemed tired and impatiently said:
"Why did it take so long?"
If it were before, Bai Qi would dare to overstep boundaries, and the "Wugou Scripture" would surely secretly take note and settle the score after escaping into the void.
However, witnessing this young man unaffected by the Pimo King, demonstrating an extraordinary trait of Six Roots Pure and unstained by the Six Dusts.
This inappropriate behavior, courting death with reason, instantly turned into youthful vigor, unrestrained and free-spirited!
The "Wugou Scripture" was not angered; instead, words like "hehehe," "hahaha," and other odd graffiti appeared, as if trying to amuse Bai Qi and win his favor.
"A slight delay, young brother, don’t rush! Don’t you just want a rapid advancement in power? Here’s fifty years of hard cultivation, if you can refine it, it’s all yours!"
Bai Qi was slightly stunned; could this broken scripture really grant enlightenment?
And so generous, offering fifty years directly?
"What? Does the young brother find it too hot to handle?"
The pages of the "Wugou Scripture" fluttered like a bird flapping its wings.
It sneered inwardly; Mao Yichang’s fifty years of hard cultivation was nothing but praises to the Upper Deity, devotional worship, sitting in meditation day and night to temper his thoughts.
If this youngster truly absorbed it, how could he not be tainted by the incense of the Pimo King and become a devout follower of the Four Reversals?
Should Bai Qi be timid or inept, then he would be struck off the candidate list for the Saint Child.
It would silently remember his appearance and aura, escape into the void, and report to the sect to make him a target for elimination!
So this kid knows the fate of offending me!
What a brilliant plan I have concocted!
As the "Wugou Scripture" basked in self-satisfaction, Bai Qi furrowed his brows:
"Uncle Scripture, can you casually grant enlightenment to people?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Naturally, anyone who joins our sect and worships the Supreme Divine Spirit can receive this blessing."
The "Wugou Scripture" replied indifferently, eager to see Bai Qi’s shocked expression.
At the same time, it was secretly pondering; fifty years of cultivation presented, yet this young man is uttering so many frivolous words. Is he actually showing fear?
"You mean to say, the Supreme Divine Spirit bestows its mighty power to its followers, akin to the Dragon Court allocating spiritual energy, with blessings varying according to status?"
Bai Qi continued to ask.
"Roughly... it can be understood that way."
The "Wugou Scripture" did not understand why Bai Qi was probing so deeply.
Was he deliberately stalling?
Hesitating to accept Mao Yichang’s hard-earned power—could this kid be a spy sent by the Dragon Court?
"Everyone receives blessings, everyone cultivates, with one Divine Technique leading the next! Uncle Scripture, why is it that our Four Reversals Sect is wrongfully labeled as ’demonic’? It should clearly be the Four Reversals Holy Sect!
Ask all under heaven, which Taoist Sect, which Upper Sect can be like us—imparting enlightenment merely through piety of heart, without distinction of status or rank, allowing all to receive cultivation power?"
Bai Qi’s expression was solemn and dignified, his sincere eyes radiantly fixed on the stone scripture, each word spoken passionately:
"This is akin to a Divine Power Giant sharing his power with fellow sect brothers, enabling the first to lead the second through mutual aid, bridging gaps of aptitude, endowment, and external factors!
Our Four Reversals Holy Sect upholds the principle ’All Dharmas are equal, none are superior.’ How can it be sullied with the label of a demon cult? Uncle Scripture, I am aggrieved for you!"
Four Reversals Holy Sect?
’All Dharmas are equal, none are superior’?
Summarized so precisely, this young man is truly full of wisdom!
He is indeed the kind of talent our sect urgently needs for a Saint Child!
"You... young brother, what you’ve said is extremely true!"
The "Wugou Scripture" was inexplicably stirred; although it is just a sentient object, without a fleshly body or physical form, the words from Bai Qi made it feel fervently passionate, wishing it had hands to applaud proudly.
"Compared to the Dragon Court, which divides status into three categories and six hierarchies, our Holy Sect truly stands noble and far-sighted, with extraordinary ambitions."
Bai Qi declared compellingly, adding another phrase:
"If I’m not mistaken, ’Everyone Like Dragons’ is the original vision of the Holy Sect’s founders!"
Everyone like dragons?
So the founders had such a magnificent aspiration in mind?
The "Wugou Scripture" seemed to have been enlightened, suddenly realizing, then remarked:
"Through the ages, none have grasped the profound intent of the successive founders, yet only this young brother comprehended ’Everyone Like Dragons,’ understood ’All Dharmas are equal, none are superior.’!
If he’s not the Saint Child, who else could be worthy?!"
Listening to those pie-in-the-sky speeches from those big executives in my past life wasn’t in vain!
Bai Qi grabbed the stone scripture as if lamenting their late acquaintance, and under the blessing of the Dao Seed of Yellow Springs, he was completely unafraid of the spiritual imprint of fifty years of hard-earned cultivation.
Bai Qi swiftly refined and absorbed it, his Divine Soul once again condensed and evolved, firmly stating:
"Uncle Scripture, I have been deeply moved by the vision of your sect!
Please let me join the sect, I wish to lead the Holy Sect to greatness once more!"
