437: The geomancer has achieved perfection! A vengeful ghost in a red wedding dress!

Chapter 429: Earth Master Perfection! The Red Wedding Dress Fierce Ghost!

“Men, move these things outside.”

At Lu Xuan’s command, soldiers waiting outside the courtyard gate immediately streamed in, more than a dozen sturdy men pouring inside.

The adjutant and the Feng Shui Advisor led the way, approaching with fawning smiles on their faces. The adjutant quickly bowed and asked, “Commander, what do you command us to move?”

“Those things over there.” Lu Xuan glanced casually, his gaze falling upon the densely covered, sealed objects adorned with Evil Suppressing Talismans.

Whether it was the purple-gold alms bowl, the black gourd, or that ancient bronze mirror, or the other several oddly shaped Magical Artifacts… as long as they were covered with layers of Evil Suppressing Talismans shimmering with faint golden light, they were all Lu Xuan’s targets.

He lightly tapped his finger, designating all these containers holding fierce souls and evil ghosts.

The Feng Shui Advisor’s gaze fell on the objects covered with dense Talismans, his eyes suddenly widened, and a trace of unconcealable dread flashed deep within his pupils.

He hastily stepped forward, lowering his voice to advise, “Commander, these things are extremely sinister, radiating Evil Qi to the heavens, you absolutely must not touch them! One misstep, and there might be a bloody disaster!”

“Hmm?” Lu Xuan didn’t even lift his eyelids, only letting out a cold syllable from his nostrils, “Get out of my sight, Commander.”

He then looked at the dozen or so soldiers: “You few, move them out immediately.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The adjutant hurriedly nodded and bowed, assenting while secretly pulling the Feng Shui Advisor, who still wanted to persuade, aside.

After hearing the Advisor’s words, he also felt a drum in his heart, secretly keeping a wary eye, his feet as if rooted, absolutely unwilling to be the first to touch those ominous objects.

The dozen or so soldiers who were called upon looked at each other, all showing expressions of difficulty and fear.

These people must have all, more or less, heard some rumors about Fu Yuan Temple suppressing evil ghosts.

At this moment, looking at those Magical Artifacts covered with dense yellow Talismans, they only felt their scalps tingle and their backs go cold.

But under the adjutant’s cold gaze, no one dared to defy military orders.

They could only brace themselves, exchange glances, and then cautiously, almost holding their breath, step forward in pairs, trembling as they lifted those strange objects covered with Talismans.

Their movements were as gentle as if they were holding lit dynamite, fearing that one careless move would disturb the “things” sealed inside.

“Commander, no! Absolutely not!”

The Old Daoist Priest saw that the soldiers were really going to move those soul-sealing Magical Artifacts, his eyes turned red with anxiety, and together with the other two Daoist priests, he rushed forward, earnestly pleading.

“Commander, please understand! Outside, the scorching sun is high, and Yang Qi is at its peak! If these Magical Artifacts are exposed to the scorching sun, the souls sealed within, whether good or evil, will be scorched by the extreme Yang Qi, and in an instant, they will Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, never to be reincarnated!”

The Old Daoist Priest’s face was filled with anxiety and unbearable pain, his voice becoming more earnest: “This act goes against the Dao of Heaven and greatly harms Yin virtue!”

“Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Even fierce ghosts and wronged souls, as long as they have not committed unforgivable massacres, should not suffer the punishment of utter annihilation. Forcibly destroying them may invite heavenly retribution and bring disaster upon oneself!”

This was precisely the fundamental reason why the Old Daoist Priest, for many years, preferred to expend his energy sealing these ghosts, chanting scriptures daily to resolve their resentment, and seeking methods of transcendence, rather than easily choosing to destroy them.

“Hmm?” Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of impatience, “It’s not your Yin virtue that’s being harmed, Old Daoist Priest, why worry so much?

Also, bring me all the treasure-level temple-guarding Magical Artifacts and evil-dispelling Talismans from your temple.”

He extended his arm, pulling the Old Daoist Priest in front of him like iron tongs, approaching him without changing his expression.

“You’d best prepare everything now. If anything goes wrong later… I won’t spare anyone in your Fu Yuan Temple.”

Lu Xuan had his own calculations in mind.

He intended to personally annihilate these Yin souls completely—this was the most direct and fastest way he could think of to obtain System points.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Lu Xuan ordered these soul-sealing Magical Artifacts to be moved under the scorching sun.

The extremely strong Yang Qi was naturally the nemesis of Yin souls. Even if an accident occurred during the process and the Talismans were damaged, those ghostly things, under the scorching sun, would hardly be able to exert one or two tenths of their power, unable to stir up much trouble.

In this matter, no one could stop him, and no one could prevent him!

Half an hour later!

A square within Fu Yuan Temple had been cleared, and the bustling pilgrims had long since been dispersed.

In the center of the empty square, only a sparse dozen people stood, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed water would drip from it.

Those soldiers ordered to move the Magical Artifacts had long since hidden behind the courtyard gate pillars in the distance, each peering out, nervously looking towards the center of the square, their legs slightly trembling, ready to flee if things went south.

In the very center of the square, a dozen odd-shaped objects—purple-gold alms bowls, black gourds, ancient bronze mirrors, etc.—were piled together haphazardly, the yellow Talismans pasted on them appearing somewhat dazzling under the scorching sun.

Around the objects, many dry branches were specifically piled up, the kind that would catch fire instantly.

Seeing that persuasion was futile and force majeure, the Old Daoist Priest could only sigh deeply. He hastily set up a simple altar in front of the piled objects, complete with incense, candles, a peach wood sword, and copper coins.

He held the peach wood sword, his face solemn, standing before the altar, ready to deal with any possible anomalies.

And in Lu Xuan’s hand, at this moment, was a yellow-purple Talisman of special material, its edges already somewhat worn.

According to the Old Daoist Priest, this was the “Evil Suppressing Purple Cloud Talisman” personally drawn by the Founding Ancestral Master of Fu Yuan Temple back then. It contained immense Divine Might, capable of reaching heaven and earth. If fierce ghosts sought one’s life, the Talisman would automatically activate its Divine Might to protect its owner.

Lu Xuan weighed the slightly cool Talisman in his hand. Although he wasn’t sure how much of the Old Daoist Priest’s words were exaggeration and how much was truth, based on the principle of being prepared, he still held it in his hand.

In this eerie world, one more point of preparation meant one more point of confidence to deal with the unexpected.

“Commander, the torch is ready.”

Seeing that everything was prepared, the adjutant quickly trotted forward, respectfully presenting a blazing torch to Lu Xuan with both hands.

His face was covered with a fawning smile, his waist slightly bent, but a trace of imperceptible nervousness was hidden in his eyes, occasionally glancing at the pile of strange objects covered with Talismans.

The adjutant’s face seemed to be covered with a fawning smile, but in reality, his heart was already filled with bitter complaints.

His Commander today, he didn’t know what evil had possessed him. Not only did he suddenly withdraw troops from General Mountain, but now he was also messing with these eerie ghostly things.

He secretly glanced at the pile of objects covered with Talismans, only feeling a chill down his neck, and secretly prayed that nothing would go wrong—otherwise, his own small life today would probably be lost here.

And the Feng Shui Advisor had already quietly moved behind the Old Daoist Priest, fine cold sweat silently seeping from his temples.

With his cultivation, he could clearly perceive what terrifying existences were sealed within those Magical Artifacts.

The Feng Shui Advisor secretly decided that if any anomaly occurred later, he would be the first to flee—what wealth and glory, what Commander’s prestige, were all worthless in the face of life.

He had originally betrayed his sect and returned to secular life to enjoy human riches, who would have thought he would encounter the Commander suddenly going mad, insisting on provoking these things that should not be touched!

Lu Xuan took the torch expressionlessly, flicked his wrist, and the burning flame drew an arc, accurately landing on the pile of dry branches.

“Boom—”

The dry branches ignited instantly, the flames soaring several feet high in an instant, and scorching heat waves swept in all directions.

The square, already baked by the scorching sun, now transformed into a furnace. The onlookers felt even their breathing become scalding, and large beads of sweat continuously rolled down their foreheads.

Amidst the towering flames, the objects covered with Talismans began to emit faint strange noises.

The purple-gold alms bowl trembled violently, the human faces appearing on the surface of the black gourd twisted into unrecognizable shapes, and faint, mournful wails emanated from the bronze mirror.

The Old Daoist Priest looked at this scene, and ripples of compassion appeared in his turbid eyes.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the peach wood sword, his lips trembling slightly, as if silently chanting some scripture for transcendence.

Under the dual refinement of the scorching sun and raging fire, those sealed Yin souls were destined to Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, never to be reincarnated.

Such an act was truly against the Dao of Heaven.

Lu Xuan’s eyes reflected the blazing fire, but his figure subtly retreated half a step amidst the rising flames.

He appeared to be gazing at the burning Magical Artifacts in front, but his consciousness had long since sunk into the System panel deep within his mind.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: None

Cultivation Technique: True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire (Incomplete) — Can be perfected

Points: 5000

Please confirm whether to consume 999 points to perfect the True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire.

“Confirm!”

The moment the thought fell, the System points on the panel plummeted to 4001.

At the same time, it was as if tens of thousands of crimson-gold Talismans exploded in Lu Xuan’s Sea of Consciousness—the originally incomplete scriptures were completed and deduced, and countless profound incantations surged into his mind like a galaxy pouring down.

Gathering Yang Talismans, Burning Yin Talismans, and Evil Dispelling Talismans were just the basics. The newly revealed scriptures also contained dozens of profound Talismanic Incantations such as “Nine Yang Soul Locking Talisman,” “Li Fire Illusionary Form Incantation,” and “Crimson Emperor Heaven Patrolling Diagram.”

From activating true solar fire to condensing protective fiery Qi, from refining Yang Yan Magical Artifacts to controlling fire spirit Incarnations… vast and extensive Talisman Dao knowledge instantly filled his Immortal Soul.

Just as Lu Xuan was immersed in the profundity of the Cultivation Technique, he suddenly sensed the System points beginning to jump abnormally—4010, 4150, 4300.

He snapped back to attention, only to see flames churning in the field, and the sealed Yin souls wailing mournfully in the raging fire.

Whenever a soul body was completely annihilated, a pure Origin power would be refined by the System into System points.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: None

Cultivation Technique: True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire (0/9)

Points: 14500

Please confirm whether to consume 5 points to deduce the True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire.

“Deduce!”

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes, completely disregarding the reasons behind it.

His will frantically confirmed, and the System interface also frantically began continuous deductions.

After consuming 5 points to raise the True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire to the first level, Lu Xuan did not stop.

Consume 20 points to deduce the True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire?

“Deduce!”

Consume 100 points… “Deduce!”

Consume 500 points… “Continue!”

Consume 1500 points,

“Deduce!”

Consume 5000 points,

“Deduce!”

When the System last prompted “Consume 9999 points to deduce the True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire?”,

“Deduce!”

Not long after, Lu Xuan abruptly stopped after successfully deducing the True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire to the 7th layer.

Looking at the remaining balance of 486 points, he reluctantly stopped this frantic ascension.

In this flash of lightning, Lu Xuan had already achieved the highest Realm that ordinary people would take an unknown number of years of arduous cultivation to reach.

And the originally faint Yang Yan True Qi within his body also transformed into a surging torrent, roaring and rushing through the Meridians throughout his entire body.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: Earth Master (Perfection)

Cultivation Technique: True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire (7/9)

Points: 486

The moment Lu Xuan completed the deduction, the world suddenly changed!

This anomaly did not originate from him, but from the pile of soul-sealing Magical Artifacts still burning in front.

Only to see strong winds howling out of nowhere, the originally scorching sun instantly swallowed by surging black clouds, and the world plunged into a dim abyss in the blink of an eye.

A cold raindrop fell, followed by a torrential downpour, the temperature plummeting, and an icy, bone-chilling dampness spreading.

“Ghost Ah—!”

It was unclear who let out the first shrill scream, only to see the soldiers at the courtyard gate already Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, throwing down their guns and shoes as they frantically ran outwards.

The adjutant and the Feng Shui Advisor were even paler, running faster than anyone else. The Feng Shui Advisor even stumbled and crawled, completely unaware that his clothes were torn.

Only the Old Daoist Priest’s hair stood on end, and a sharp glint burst from his eyes.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the altar, and roared, “Ancestral Master Protector!”

A golden light flashed and disappeared, and the flames of the two white candles on the altar, which had been flickering as if about to extinguish, suddenly solidified.

As if protected by an invisible force, they remained motionless in the strong wind and heavy rain, emitting a firm and warm glow, supporting a piece of heaven and earth in this sudden darkness.

After performing this action, the Old Daoist Priest’s face suddenly turned ashen: “Oh no! This act is too damaging to the Dao of Heaven, it has angered Heaven! Commander, those fiercest evil ghosts… are about to emerge!”

As his voice fell, the pile of eerie green flames in the heavy rain suddenly shot up, and several distorted black shadows slowly condensed into form, emitting hair-raising, resentful hisses.

In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness swept over, as if even the air was about to freeze.

To Lu Xuan’s left, merely five steps away, a crimson figure silently appeared.

It was a wide wedding dress embroidered with golden Phoenix patterns, its sleeves fluttering without wind, several red silk ribbons coiling and dancing in the air like blood snakes.

This red dress eerily floated in mid-air, without limbs, without a body, only a heavily made-up woman’s face resting at the collar.

That face was as white as if it had been brushed with a thick layer of powder, but her cheeks were painted with two unnatural patches of blush.

The most terrifying thing was her seven orifices—dark red blood continuously seeped from her eye sockets, nostrils, and corners of her mouth, drawing hideous marks on her pale face.

The Red Wedding Dress Female Ghost did not look at Lu Xuan, but slightly tilted her head, her blood-tear-streaked eyes staring intently at a certain spot in front, as if searching for something, or as if waiting for something.

Just at this moment, a strange smell, a mixture of cosmetic fragrance and putrefaction, wafted through the damp heavy rain.