I Have A Dual World Seal

Chapter 1142: Chapter 1141: Primordial Fang Dog Demon Venerable

"Then, please write a character, representing your thoughts."

The fortune teller pointed to the table in front, with a bowl of water on the left and a set of divination sticks on the right.

"Or you can draw a divination stick."

Lu Zheng looked at the slightly murky water in the bowl on the left but ultimately didn’t reach for it. Instead, he casually drew a stick from the bamboo tube on the right.

[The divine spirit is clear to you, discussing matters makes fools confused. Better to wait patiently for the right hour than to hastily seek answers from the spirit stick.]

"Sir, what does this divination mean?"

The fortune teller nodded and stroked his beard with a smile, "Congratulations, this is a lucky sign. This hexagram signifies remaining constant without movement but waiting for the auspicious hour, naturally everything falls into place."

Lu Zheng raised his brow, "Not something to be forced?"

The fortune teller nodded, "Should not be forced but naturally achievable."

"I see, thank you, sir." Lu Zheng nodded, "How much is this divination worth?"

"A hundred coins will do, thank you, young master."

Lu Zheng then took out ten large coins from his waist pouch, placed them on the table, and then stood up, leaving with the two silent women beside him.

Watching the three slowly walk across the street and turn the corner, vanishing from sight, the fortune teller couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, wiping his forehead to remove nonexistent sweat.

"Where did these three experts come from? Could it be instability from the Southern Border again? I haven’t heard any mountain peak intends to move against the Central Plains."

"The man mentioned something important, could it be that something major will happen in Qingzhou?"

The fortune teller’s eyes flickered, contemplating the possibility of muddying the waters.

"Regardless, Qingzhou Prefecture is not the place to stay. Best to hide in the mountains and see if more experts arrive in the city."

Looking again, the fortune teller could no longer see the three figures, so he quickly packed up and left.

He did not dare to cast magic, instead, lifting the "South City Divine Calculator" banner, he swayed out of Qingzhou City to the southeast mountains.

Passing the official road, turning into a small path, he quickened his pace, and within half an hour, crossed a town outside the city, entering the southeastern mountains.

The mountain path was difficult but posed no problem for the fortune teller. Though dusk was approaching, he had already traveled thirty miles outside Qingzhou Prefecture.

"Boom!"

Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder roared.

"Is it going to rain?"

The fortune teller frowned, raising his eyes to see the corner of a building appearing in the forest.

"Mountain God Temple?"

The fortune teller shrunk the earth to an inch, reaching the Mountain God Temple in two steps, only to find it was an abandoned temple.

Stone statues collapsed, courtyards dusty.

The fortune teller shook his head, indifferent, stepped forward, and pushed open the Mountain God Temple’s gate.

"Creak—"

The door opened, and a light flickered in front of the fortune teller’s eyes, seeing a bonfire lit inside the temple hall.

But as the fortune teller looked up, he was instantly frozen.

"Sir, your divination was indeed accurate. I didn’t want to act in the city, so you delivered yourself." Lu Zheng said with a smile.

The fortune teller’s pupils tightened, turning to leave, only to find smoke and mist behind him, no way out?

Turning back, he saw the Mountain God’s statue in the firelight resembling an Evil Ghost, surrounded by subordinate gods like Asuras.

While in the center of the hall, three figures sitting on benches, enjoying barbecue by the bonfire, seemed leisurely as if on a pleasant outing.

"Why are the three of you waiting for me?" The fortune teller shifted his foot slightly backward, "Wu Mou considers himself benevolent to all, with no past grievances nor recent animosities..."

"Benevolent to all?" Lu Zheng sneered, shaking his head, "It’s the first I’ve heard of a demon speaking so."

The fortune teller’s pupils shrank, stretching his wide sleeves, waved towards the hall, releasing dozens of demon patterns like golden threads. Simultaneously, a wisp of Demon Thought faintly entwined towards the three.

At the same time, the fortune teller’s figure transformed into a shadow, rushing directly outside.

In the next moment, a White Cloud Hand Seal formed above him, crashing down.

"White Cloud Temple!"

The fortune teller snarled, his flesh skin bursting, transforming into a ferocious demon.

Limbs like bones, wings sprouting from the back, a horizontal eye on the head, and sharp teeth in the mouth.

"No longer human indeed..."

"Bang!"

Raising his hand, the demon blocked the White Cloud Hand Seal’s blow, but the nearby Innate Cloud Qi wound thinly, binding him.

"Flowing Cloud Demon-slaying Curse, go!"

Lu Zheng twisted the Seal Technique, increasing the spell’s power with Innate Cloud Qi, causing the demon’s Demonic Qi to sizzle like meeting sulfuric acid, rapidly consumed.

"Celestial Demon Wuxin, Six Desires Burn!"

The demon shouted, a Sixth Grade Black Lotus appearing atop his head. The Black Lotus rotated, blocking the Innate Cloud Qi, while Divine Soul waves scattered, surging toward Lu Zheng.

Then, it was easily blocked by a thin layer of Innate Cloud Qi.

"Much inferior to Profound Heart Demon, only slightly stronger than Black Heart Demon." Lu Zheng said casually.

The demon was startled, hearing Lu Zheng’s words, implied both his fellow disciples fell by Lu Zheng’s hands?

By now, Lu Zheng possessed over three thousand years in Dao Practice, with countless techniques, this demon under three thousand years was insignificant to him.

No need for other measures, mere deployment of Innate Cloud Qi and Cloud Refining Technique sufficed to slay the demon on the spot.

However, the demon obviously refused to surrender. Seeing the Six Desires Burn could not breach Lu Zheng’s defense, next moment, shifted his Seal Technique, coloring the White Cloud covering the Mountain God Temple deep blue.

"Oh?"

Lu Zheng’s eyes flashed, the deep blue turning into a sea of flames.

Blue flaming sea, yet the flames carried viscous substance, looking peculiar.

"This isn’t True Desire Old Demon’s magic." observing from the side, Si Lingxi suddenly remarked.

"Seems you had other encounters?" Lu Zheng laughed, eyes flashing, "Pity that today you’re dead. Even if your new master intervenes, he can’t save you."

"Hmph! Daoist’s boasting is exaggerated, if the Demon Venerable came, he’d slaughter you with a flip!"

"Ha, what Demon Venerable? I think you’re the one boasting, I heard Heartless True Desire Demon Ancestor was killed in the Northern Domain, is it why your Demon Venerable hides away?" Lu Zheng laughed.

The demon was furious, "The Ancestor merely returns True Spirit to the Demon Realm, just wait for the Demon Venerable to take me back to the Upper Realm, then I’ll be both Great Black Heaven Heartless True Desire Demon Ancestor and Primordial Fang Dog Demon Venerable’s dual disciple!"

"Primordial Fang Dog Demon Venerable?" Lu Zheng laughed heartily, "The name’s grandiose, but pity, skills aren’t sufficient, you’re about to die, and he can’t sense nor rescue you?"

The demon was fuming but speechless, for he didn’t know where Xiong Shen Great Demon Venerable was, moreover, a mere True Spirit Lower Realm couldn’t know of his plight.