NOVPUBChapter 1290: 583 Subjugation_1 Chapter 1290: 583 Subjugation_1 The old Taoist had originally not taken this woman seriously, but after two rounds, he was deeply shocked.
This woman’s movements were peculiar, her tactics both hard and soft; he could not find any fault in her technique.
The old Taoist was struck on the spine by her wooden stick, falling awkwardly onto the ground.
The next moment, the stick was pressing against his neck, the other end held by the young lady, her beautiful and cold profile illuminated by the chilled moon.
“Who exactly are you?” the old Taoist demanded, his fingers secretly pinching a talisman behind his back, energizing it with his inner power.
“The Transformation of Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, this is a forbidden technique in the Taoist Sect, it violates the natural order, requiring the refinement of one hundred and eight souls, gathering the souls of the wrongly dead to resurrect one person and cutting off the afterlife for those one hundred and eight souls.
This kind of evil technique, are you worthy of the Taoist robe you’re wearing?”
Her icy reprimand was like a heavy hammer, grinding against his conscience.
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The old Taoist stared in shock, unbelieving: “How could you know?
Who are you really?”
Such forbidden techniques of the Taoist Sect, only the core disciples would know.
“Who I am is not important.
Now, immediately release all the wronged souls, let me guide them to transcendence, which might lessen your sins.
Otherwise, your wicked deeds will lead to your irreversible downfall.”
The old Taoist’s eyes rolled in confusion.
“Using such forbidden techniques will inevitably harm yourself.
I wonder what promises Virginia Frost made to you that made you risk your life for her, throwing even your own life away.”
“I…
I was forced by Virginia Frost.” The talisman in the old Taoist’s hand gradually went out, his eyebrows drooping in apparent helplessness.
“She captured my disciple, forcing me to risk my life for her.
My disciple is like my child, how could I not comply?”
The old Taoist became more agitated as he spoke: “Many years ago, I used the Flame Technique, but unfortunately failed.
She then threatened me with my disciple.
Reluctantly, I had to resort to using the forbidden technique.
I did wrong by the sect, but I had no other choice.”
“This place is Lopez Mountain, you dare to use a forbidden technique here, you truly have nerves of steel.”
The old Taoist, seeing how articulate she was, dared not hide anything further: “Since you understand everything and are able to find this place, you can’t be an ordinary person.
You must also know that the spiritual power of this place is extraordinary.
It’s full of both risks and rewards.
I had no choice but to gamble.
That’s why I set up a confusing barrier so no creatures would dare approach.
At the same time, I used the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams to suppress the miasma released from refining the souls.
It was a decent way to deceive both Heaven and Earth, but I did not count on miscalculating.”
Aubree Groove said: “I must admit you have some skill.
Virginia Frost has been vanquished.
I’ll help you find your disciple.
Now, hand over the wronged souls for me to guide their transcendence, and lead them to where they should be.”
The old Taoist hesitated a little: “Are…
are you a disciple of our Taoist Sect?”
“Although our methods differ, the goal is the same: the pursuit of Dao.”
The old Taoist sighed: “You have such enlightenment at such a young age.
Your temperament is extraordinary.
It’s such a shame!”
With that, the old Taoist raised his left hand, in which a small, faint blue flame ignited.
“It took me a thousand three hundred and fifty-seven days to gather a thread of yang soul for him.
With proper care, he can be resurrected in less than ten years.
However, as you mentioned, this method violates the natural order, even if he’s resurrected, he’ll have no next life.
I’ve explained the crux of the matter to Madam, but she insisted on continuing.
The souls of the deceased have already fused with his yang soul.
To separate them requires a highly accomplished master, which I am not capable of.”
Aubree Groove extended her hand.
The old Taoist looked at her deeply: “Such a yang soul, the body of an ordinary person cannot bear it.
Within half a month, they will be drained of their vital energy and die.”
Aubree Groove waved her hand, taking the thread of yang soul from him, retaining her composure throughout.
The old Taoist stared in disbelief: “You…
you actually possess such a high level of cultivation.”
The old Taoist gazed at her face carefully, under the moonlight, the young lady looked as pure as the moon itself, her eyes full of righteousness and compassion, invoking an uncontrollable respect.
The Taoist Sect also has physiognomy.
He hadn’t noticed before, but on a closer look he was taken aback.
“You…
you…
have the full Buddha’s appearance, who are you really?”
“Just a practitioner.”
The old Taoist suddenly smiled in relief, “Perhaps this is the will of Heaven.”
Suddenly, the old Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood, his body rapidly withering like a dried up tree.
Aubree Groove frowned and crouched to take his pulse.
“As an aging Taoist, I am well aware of the depth of my sins, and my end is nigh, I have no intention of clinging to life.
I urge you, Master, to deliver salvation to these lost souls so that they can reincarnate peacefully.
Consider it recompense for my sins.
I have one more request to ask of you, Master.”
“My disciple, Edward Miller, is the one person I cannot let go of in this lifetime.
Due to my actions, he fell into the hands of Madam Frost.
Master, you are compassionate and merciful.
Please, save my disciple.
I pledge to serve you in my next life, repaying this kindness.”
Aubree Groove nodded: “I promise you.”
The old Taoist showed a faint smile, took from his bosom an old scripture.
“This ‘Yin Fu Scripture’, has been passed down through generations of our Taoist sect.
Please, Master, give this to Edward Miller and ensure that he continues its legacy.”
“Being the 35th successor of the Taoist sect from Windblown Mountain, I feel deeply guilty to my ancestors,” the old Taoist knelt on the ground, giving three heavy head-bows prepared to die, and then died.
Jayden Moore, standing by, was shocked and walked over quietly, asking, “Is he really dead?”
Aubree Groove sat on the ground, praying for the soul of the old Taoist.
Jayden Moore, listening to the chant, started to feel sleepy.
Aubree Groove decided to cremate the old Taoist.
Jayden Moore, puzzled, asked, “Why would we cremate him?”
“Taoists find joy in death as well as life.
Their ancestor, Zhuangzi, held that the universe served as a coffin, while sun, moon and stars were funerary objects, all living creatures were a part of the funeral procession.
For them, the best way to honor the dead was to bury them wherever they fell, thus demonstrating the utmost filial piety.
By cremating him and taking his ashes back to Windblown Mountain, I presume it is also where he would wish to rest for eternity.”
Jayden Moore nodded: “Actually, I kind of pity him.
He was threatened and used by others.
We must find his disciple.”
A thought suddenly struck Aubree Groove: “We cannot use open fire here…”
But at that moment, Jayden had already lit the lighter.
A cluster of yellow flames was floating in the night breeze.
The color looked extremely peculiar.
Suddenly, the flame went out.
An oppressive silence enveloped the surroundings, suffocating all present.
Jayden Moore held his breath, suddenly feeling a chilling sensation down his spine.
He froze, whispering, “Mistress…Is there something behind me?”
Aubree Groove pulled him behind her, applying cinnabar on his brow with her finger.
Jayden Moore felt a sudden warmth on his brow, and then promptly fainted.
Aubree Groove gazed into the night, sitting cross-legged with a faint glow of golden light emanating from her, radiating warmth in the dark night.
The fog in the mountains seemed to have thickened.
“Who is this intruder in AvÄ«ci?
Grab them and toss them into the underworld.”
The mountain guardians were demons and monsters.
However, this spirit was emanating a golden light the likes of which they’d never seen before.
There was no crying, no wandering, no distress.
It was unlike any soul they had encountered; more akin to a deity.
“I wandered here by mistake in the middle of the night, I apologize and will take my leave promptly.”
At that moment, an old woman emerged from the cave entrance.
Upon seeing Aubree Groove, she looked delighted, “I saw a golden light at the horizon and I knew it was you.”
The old woman held a long spoon made from a skeleton and waved it around.
Her thin face was filled with excitement.
She bypassed the demons and motioned Aubree Groove to follow her, “You are a person of your word.
You don’t lack tears.
You just haven’t met the one who is destined for you yet.”
“Since that’s the case, I’ll do you a favor.
Weren’t you looking for a woman last time?”
Aubree Groove narrowed her eyes.
Mandy Hill, feeling a strong sense of oppression, plucked up the courage to speak, “The biggest gossip in the Underworld nowadays is the upcoming wedding of Little King.
His fiancée’s origins are quite mysterious.
I’ve been trying to find out who she is for days.
I don’t know if she’s the one you’re looking for, but I think it’s a clue.”
“Little King?”
“He is the son of Lord Hades, Frederick, the next heir to the Underworld throne.
Rumor has it that he’s frail and often ill.
Few people have ever seen him.
Moreover, nobody can enter the Wascamar Palace where Little King lives, especially now, with the wedding approaching and security intensified.
I have been struggling to find you as I couldn’t investigate further.
And here you are in AvÄ«ci.”
“When is this wedding?”
“On the upcoming Cold Food Festival next month, all ghosts will come out; AvÄ«ci will celebrate together.
You can take the chance when the gate of the Underworld is wide open to venture into AvÄ«ci and find out the truth.”
