Chapter 62

Whoever can condense all things into one is the True King of the Great Dao.

Zhang Fan was thoughtful, chewing on this sentence.

"Mysterious Appraisal Treasure Record... does such a treasure really exist in this world?"

Along the way, Zhang Fan had heard Jiang Hu say quite a bit about talismans, and even the simplest 【One-Character Talisman】 in the refining and drawing path took a lot of time and effort.

As for the 【Hundred-Character Talisman】, it was even more powerful and unpredictable, surpassing even major methods like the 【Northern Emperor Method】 and the 【Five Thunders Orthodox Method】.

If the Mysterious Appraisal Treasure Record is refined, can it really condense ten thousand talismans into one body? What kind of scene is that?

What kind of power is that?

"That is Pure Yang... that is Limitless..." Jiang Hu's eyes were fiery as he whispered in a low voice.

Throughout history, the practitioners of the world have been like crucian carp crossing the river, yet those who truly attained longevity and immortality are few.

Only by comprehending the realm of 【Pure Yang Limitless】 can one truly be considered to have seen the hope of becoming an immortal. As for others, they are just struggling to grope in the dark, and in the end, they can hardly see the light.

Because of this, as a talisman master, no one can remain indifferent to such a crazy and great vision of the Shen family.

Condense ten thousand talismans into one body, step into the realm of Pure Yang Limitless.

"Jiang Hu, you are actually still in Jiangnan Province."

At this moment, a light and slow voice came from behind, revealing a trace of indifference.

Zhang Fan turned to look and saw a young Daoist priest walking in, wearing Daoist robes and carrying a backpack with a gourd hanging on it.

"Senior Brother Xiao Qiji!?"

Jiang Hu was stunned for a moment and whispered, recognizing the other party.

"You were expelled from Maoshan long ago; I am not your senior brother," Xiao Qiji shook his head and said.

"Maoshan Shangqing Sect!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Jiang Hu.

Only now did he know where Jiang Hu's talisman dao came from; it was actually the Maoshan Shangqing Sect, one of the three talisman mountains and one of the top ten famous Daoist mountains in the world.

"A famous sect!" Zhang Fan thought to himself.

Maoshan's reputation is by no means inferior to Zhenwu Mountain, especially since the film and television dramas of the early years portrayed Maoshan Daoist arts as miraculous, adding a halo to it.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Qiji looked at Jiang Hu coldly.

"Back then, you committed a great crime. If it weren't for the mercy of the elders in the sect, your soul-aspect should have been destroyed... just expelling you from the sect was already a great grace..."

"You are actually still staying in the cultivation world, staying in Jiangnan Province?" Xiao Qiji's voice was heavy, and deep disgust appeared in his eyes.

"Destroy the soul-aspect!?"

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he was shocked. In the Daoist sects, if one receives such a punishment, it must be for perverse acts and committing a great crime.

But didn't Wen He say that Jiang Hu was expelled from the sect because he accidentally burned down the Patriarch's ancestral hall!? "I..."

Jiang Hu's expression was ugly. He clenched his hands, appearing somewhat constrained. There was no more vitality in his eyes, and he no longer had his usual playfulness.

"Who are you? What's wrong with us being here? Did we eat your family's rice?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan stepped across and blocked Jiang Hu, looking at Xiao Qiji with some displeasure.

"Who are you?" Xiao Qiji raised an eyebrow and swept his gaze toward Jiang Hu.

"Two eggs under the eyebrows, only know how to blink but not how to see..." Zhang Fan squinted.

"I am a person!"

"..."

"You just met him, right?" Xiao Qiji was silent for a moment, then said indifferently.

"Any problem?"

"It seems you know nothing about what he has done." Xiao Qiji sneered.

"Did he dig up your family's ancestral grave?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Jiang Hu, you..."

"Alright."

At this moment, a pleasant voice came from afar, interrupting everyone's conversation.

Shen Qingli walked over from afar, looked at Xiao Qiji, then at Jiang Hu, and finally her gaze fell on Zhang Fan.

"Qingli, long time no see." Xiao Qiji greeted her; clearly, the two were acquaintances.

"Xiao Qiji, it's rare for you to come down the mountain. Guests from afar are guests... stay here for two more days."

As she spoke, a man in a suit walked up, took Xiao Qiji's luggage, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Jiang Hu, if I were you, I wouldn't have the face to stay here."

As the voice fell, Xiao Qiji turned and left. Only Jiang Hu clenched his fists tighter, and his head lowered involuntarily.

"Jiang Hu..." Shen Qingli looked at his appearance, raised an eyebrow, but a look of heartache flashed in her eyes. "I'm going to unload the goods."

Jiang Hu turned and walked toward the Wuling Hongguang.

"I'll help you..." Zhang Fan stepped forward.

"I can do it myself."

Jiang Hu didn't look back, his steps becoming faster.

"Gourd..." Zhang Fan called out.

"That is his inner demon... let him go."

At this moment, Shen Qingli walked up, watching Jiang Hu's retreating figure, a trace of loneliness in her eyes.

"Inner demon!?" Zhang Fan was puzzled.

"Your name is Zhang Fan?" Shen Qingli turned and looked over, revealing a kind smile.

"I have heard Jiang Hu mention you. Thank you for helping him out just now."

"You and Jiang Hu..."

"The Shen family and Maoshan often have business dealings. I often went up the mountain when I was young, and I knew him then, as well as Xiao Qiji..." Shen Qingli sighed leisurely, a look of reminiscence surging in her beautiful eyes.

"The inner demon you just mentioned..."

"Life on the mountain is hard; the life of a Daoist priest is not what ordinary people think..." Shen Qingli changed the subject and suddenly said.

One must get up at five o'clock for morning lessons, chanting scriptures, practicing, working, evening lessons... one must go to bed at nine o'clock every day, cannot watch videos, and cannot play games...

"Jiang Hu and Xiao Qiji, like everyone else, practiced on the mountain since they were young..."

"They all studied under the Daoist priest 【Qing Yangzi】. He is the junior brother of the current Maoshan sect leader, with profound Daoist practice, specializing in the talisman dao..." Shen Qingli whispered in a deep voice.

Five years of entry is the beginning of cultivation, reflecting on the soul-aspect, and only then can one begin to learn and comprehend the talisman dao.

At that time, Jiang Hu was twelve years old, and the distance between him and Xiao Qiji gradually widened.

Xiao Qiji showed super talent since he was young, especially in the talisman dao, almost learning by analogy.

On the contrary, Jiang Hu performed mediocrely and had no talent at all. Even the simplest 【Qi-Passing Talisman】, which treats constipation, took him more than two months to master.

For this reason, Jiang Hu was often punished by his teachers.

Fortunately, the leading senior brother responsible for taking care of him was a very good person and treated Jiang Hu quite well.

His name was Sui Yuan. Every time Jiang Hu was punished to copy scriptures and missed meal times, Senior Brother Sui Yuan would always save two steamed buns for him. Sometimes when he was punished by the master's ruler, it was also Senior Brother Sui Yuan who applied medicine to treat his wounds at night.

Even privately, Senior Brother Sui Yuan would cook for Jiang Hu and teach him how to draw and execute talismans hand-in-hand.

Alas, he seemed to have no talent for the talisman dao at all.

One night, Jiang Hu was punished again and needed to carry ten full vats of water before he could sleep.

"Not doing it anymore... I'm going down the mountain."

With the moon in the middle of the sky, little Jiang Hu sat by the well, threw the wooden bucket away casually, and shouted angrily.

"Only mediocre people will be incompetently furious."

At this moment, a cold laugh sounded in the hazy night.

"Who?" Little Jiang Hu raised his head suddenly and saw a tall figure standing on the wall. He was wearing extremely wide Daoist robes, as if wrapping his whole body in them, with bandages wrapped around his face, seemingly seriously injured, with only one eye exposed to the air.

"Who are you?" Little Jiang Hu's expression changed slightly, and he asked vigilantly.

"My name is Wu Qilu, and I am the junior brother of Qing Yangzi," the visitor said in a hoarse voice.

"Junior Uncle? Why haven't I seen you?" Little Jiang Hu couldn't help but say.

"How much do you know? Can you recognize everyone in Maoshan?" Wu Qilu couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"I have injuries on my body and rarely walk outside... It's rare to come out for a breath of fresh air today, and I heard you little guy shouting and yelling here..."

"Junior Uncle is right... I am a mediocre person..." Little Jiang Hu pouted and lowered his head sadly.

"Little thing, you still have hidden talents that haven't been discovered..."

At this moment, Wu Qilu jumped, like a withered leaf floating, and landed in front of little Jiang Hu.

"I will teach you cultivation..."

"You teach me!? It won't work... Master said I have no talent..." Little Jiang Hu shook his head and said.

"What I teach you is different."

"How is it different?" Little Jiang Hu raised his head, curiosity appearing in his eyes.

"What I teach you is..."

"The method of condensing all things into one!" Wu Qilu's voice echoed in the cold moonlit night, carrying a temptation that made people unable to refuse.

(End of chapter)