Chapter 66

Accompanied by the burning of flames.

Louis, however, felt nothing in his heart; clearly, the first attempt had failed.

This was expected, though. Louis calmly took out a second sheet of cinnabar paper and continued the process—outlining the Bagua array, adding a drop of blood, and so on. By the seventh attempt, the flames actually carried a faint blood-red hue, and Louis felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

It was done.

Clap, clap.

A pale-faced gambler was thrown inside. When his blindfold was ripped off, he was immediately filled with terror.

Corpses, corpses, so many corpses... and that sheep dripping with blood... the dim light... the cold, black-haired youth...

A Dark Arts ritual!

Gamblers born on this land knew all about this stuff. A new cult was founded here every day; most were just for fun, but no one knew if some dark cults were mixed in...

"Ahhh!!!"

"Please, let me go, I, I can pay back the money, I, I still have a daughter, she's very pretty, you can take her to settle the debt, I..."

Louis remained expressionless. He flicked his finger, and fine powder entered the gambler's brain along with his rapid breathing. The gambler's eyes instantly became dazed.

"Powder... powder... so good?"

Following the voice in his ear, he dazedly picked up a dollar bill from the floor; in his eyes, that dollar seemed to have turned into a hundred dollars.

But as soon as he picked it up, he regained some consciousness. He bit his tongue hard to wake himself up instantly, looking at the money in his hand with a mix of confusion and terror.

Louis felt a bit helpless.

This was the limitation of the Cotton-pulling Art; it could only briefly confuse a gambler. If it were a normal adult, or even those strong-willed warriors...

At the end of the day, this was just a minor spell for kidnapping children; its ceiling really wasn't high.

Clap, clap!

He clapped his hands lightly.

The two burly men in sunglasses, who had been bowing their heads slightly the whole time, immediately stepped forward to knock the gambler unconscious and carefully dragged him out.

With this, the Transferring Misfortune Art was complete.

Feeling this refreshing sensation in his soul, Louis felt the time for a breakthrough had come.

He sat cross-legged immediately.

Wait.

Louis seemed to remember something and turned his head to look at the two sheep bound in the corner.

The process of the entry-level Beast-Creation Art was too disgusting, and since Louis didn't have a cultivation base yet, it was impossible to reach the proficient or mastery realms, so he had only practiced two.

He was about to break through; not only did he need guardian spirits, but any unstable factors had to be eliminated as well.

Seeming to sense something, the two sheep began to struggle violently.

Puchi!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Soon.

The agile Huang Jin was the first to dash over from the front room, while Kong Nu followed closely behind from the warehouse with the eighteen fierce dogs. The burly men in black also carefully brought in the high-calorie food they had bought.

Now, inside the cave were Huang Jin, Kong Nu, and the eighteen fierce dogs; outside the cave were the armed burly men.

Louis could finally close his doors for seclusion with peace of mind.

The Grain-Fasting and Qi-Guiding Diagram.

An ancient method combining movement and stillness, it was also an excellent Foundation Establishment method.

When reaching the highest realm, one could generate internal Qi from the inside out. This internal Qi was refined from the body's essence and energy, condensing the spirituality of one's own soul; it was the condensation of essence, energy, and spirit.

Although it was called internal Qi, it could also be called Primordial Qi or magic power, belonging to the precursor power of magic power.

Louis, sitting cross-legged, breathed with great regularity. His spirit and body were gradually unifying. Slowly, streams of white Qi that remained condensed were exhaled from Louis's nose and mouth, becoming thicker and thicker.

A large amount of oxygen was inhaled into his body, activating the flow of blood.

Suddenly.

Louis stood up and began to perform a series of movements. Each movement looked somewhat strange, yet possessed a unique beauty. The movements gradually became faster and faster, and in the end, they actually became fluid. Gradually, Louis's movements changed.

They changed into the Bagua Palm he had learned, which was better for tempering essence and energy.

At this moment, every palm strike whistled with the sound of wind.

This set of movements lasted for half an hour.

Inhale~ Exhale~

A white arrow of Qi actually shot out along with Louis's breath, lasting for a full ten seconds in mid-air before it began to dissipate.

Louis slowly opened his eyes, his gaze extremely bright.

At this moment, inside Louis's body, a faint, ethereal gas was circulating according to a pattern, slowly growing stronger.

He picked up the food that had been prepared nearby and began to feast. After more than half an hour, the food had already gone cold, but Louis didn't care; he was very hungry now, starving!

Chicken, beef, pizza.

Three mouthfuls into his stomach.

A moment later, his eating speed slowed down.

"Burp~"

Rubbing his stomach, Louis felt his body undergoing rapid changes and was somewhat intoxicated by it.

He could feel that his current state was better than ever; his strength, speed, stamina, vitality... were all being strengthened.

From now on, he was a true practitioner; of course, one could also call him a warlock.

In ancient times, he would have already moved beyond the realm of rural exorcists and would be enough to establish a foothold in a county town. In the chaotic times of the modern era, he would at least count as a figure of some standing.

Of course, he was still quite far from founding a sect or anything like that.

"Now, the Beast-Creation Art can be further studied."

Clap, clap.

The familiar sound of clapping rang out.

Three days later.

Everything was prepared.

David was waiting for his family in a newly replaced extended sedan.

Ever since he bought the machines from the Mao Xiong at a low price, he found that those machines were just average; their precision in production wasn't great, so he simply sold them to other small factories and made a profit as a middleman.

Thus, he discovered a business opportunity.

Now, through reselling supplies, he had a large amount of liquid cash in his hands. Of course, doing this should have had hidden risks, but fortunately, he bought and sold through the Kano family's channels every time.

So, nothing had gone wrong so far.

The only problem was probably those guys at the Guoshui Bureau. Thinking of that tax money, David couldn't help but rub his temples.

In Lijian, especially during this Cold War period, the taxes on capitalists were really heavy, even if he was just a low-level small capitalist.

Forget it, it was profit anyway, no point thinking about it.

David came back to his senses and found that Jenny and Lunca had already gotten into the car, while Emma and Louis were saying goodbye to the neighbor's child—was her name Watching Jiali? A very introverted child.

Louis helped Emma carry her music box, waiting impatiently.

Behind him, Emma said something, then imitated Louis and patted Watching Jiali on the shoulder, as if encouraging her.

Watching Jiali nodded with a blushing face, her eyes secretly glancing at Louis's back.

Click.

The car door closed.

David started the sedan, and the vehicle moved slowly along the main road.

Watching Jiali was full of envy.

She also really wanted to go on a trip with her family or friends.

At this moment, the door opened, and Margaret grabbed Watching Jiali back violently, her eyes looking at the departing vehicle with great terror, as if it were some kind of monster.

Well, to her.

Emma was about the same as a monster.

(End of chapter)