Chapter 5: Evil Tiger as a Banner to Control a Hundred Ghosts

"I practice magic treasures, and the movement is quite large. If I am seen by people near this county town, I am afraid there will be trouble. The Zuyin Mountain I went to yesterday is not far away, and there are few traces of people, which is a suitable place. By the way, I can visit the old fox family and ask about the geography nearby, what cultivation sects there are, and what kind of Taoist scholars often come and go."

"Having been collected by the Louguan Dao for millions of years, I am really blind to this world. It is better to make one or two friends and have a foundation in this world."

"Of course, this has to wait until I finish the first mission before finding a chance."

Qian Chen planned and then moved. Once he made up his mind, he set off immediately. He walked out of this desolate courtyard and went straight to Zuyin Mountain in the southeast.

Before leaving, Qian Chen noticed that the assistant from the cloth shop yesterday was hiding in the dark and peeking quietly. He ignored him, his body jumped, and he disappeared in place. The little assistant could only see a black shadow flashing past like a galloping horse, and was immediately scared and stayed in place. It took a long time to come back to his senses and said tremblingly: "It really is a strange person, I must go back and report to the shopkeeper quickly."

Today was faster than yesterday, and it took less than half an hour for Qian Chen to touch the foot of this mountain. The mountains and waters lingered, and it really had the form of hiding wind and gathering Qi, but the spiritual Qi was biased towards Yin, not suitable for Yang dwellings.

Qian Chen went straight to the place with the best Feng Shui. He didn't go to see the old fox family. Qian Chen always put business first. No matter how many episodes there were in the middle, as long as it was something that could be put down, he would complete the original intention first, and then consider others. Since he was here to familiarize himself with magic treasures today, even if the old fox had a few beautiful daughters at home, all of whom were willing to recommend themselves to the pillow, it had nothing to do with business.

Qian Chen first sacrificed the Long Quehuan. He saw the jade ring on his right wrist spinning, turning into the size of a basin, falling from Qian Chen's hand, and following his finger downward, it turned into a five-colored light ring and fell. With just one set, it pulled up a big tree several feet high and disappeared.

A deep pit several feet deep was left in place.

Slightly calming his breath, Qian Chen adjusted his breath for a quarter of an hour before recovering, and thought secretly: "Driving magic treasures with internal strength is still a bit difficult. Magic treasures are not something that should be played with during Foundation Establishment. Foundation Establishment should be peaceful and smooth, and honestly and diligently pass through it. Only after sensing the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, combining internal and external Qi, and refining a mouthful of true Qi, can you come out to wave."

"But the Samsara Land is afraid it won't give me this time."

"This Long Quehuan has great true power, and it pulled up a big tree ten feet high. What kind of divine power is this? I'm afraid it has the power of an excavator... Alas! Thinking about it this way, it seems that's all!"

Qian Chen was just joking. Even an ordinary excavator has nearly two hundred horsepower. That is the huge power pulled by two hundred horses working together. How many strong men in the previous life can hold a crazy horse? And the Long Quehuan collects and takes in an instant, with extremely strong explosive power. In an instant, it explodes with the power of two hundred horses to pull people. Few people can resist it."

Qian Chen tested the Long Quehuan in various aspects again. He threw the jade ring out, smashed a piece the size of a head on the giant rock that had been pulled up by him earlier, and then sighed and put it away. It was really not a treasure for killing. He took out the Seven-Shatter Banner again. Qian Chen danced the black banner, and instantly the sand flew and the stones moved, the evil Qi rolled, and a black Qi like a giant python rose from the banner, winding around the giant rock three times.

Only the sound of rustling and rustling kept ringing. After Qian Chen put away the Seven-Shatter Banner, the giant rock was already half smaller, and the surroundings were all scattered stone powder, as fine as dust.

Qian Chen's breath was even more stable than when he used the Long Quehuan earlier.

"This is the treasure for killing!" Qian Chen sighed slightly. Not counting the bone relic, this magic treasure should be the most powerful in his hands. Of course, there is almost no room for improvement!

After Qian Chen reaches the Penetrating Law realm, he can collect this Black Evil Banner with the Long Quehuan in one face-to-face.

Testing the body-protecting magic treasure again, Qian Chen sacrificed the Heaven-Luo San and used the Black Evil Banner to consume the precious light falling on the umbrella. After only a dozen breaths, Qian Chen was exhausted. He thought: "If I were holding the Black Evil Banner and attacking the Heaven-Luo San protecting me, it wouldn't take a quarter of an hour, the spiritual light of the Heaven-Luo San wouldn't be broken, but I would definitely be out of internal strength and easily killed by others."

"This way of fighting, grasping the timing, and the first and second moves are also very important!"

Qian Chen searched for a few wild boars and deer in the mountains to test the wonderful use of the Long Quehuan to collect living things and the Seven-Shatter Banner to hook the seven emotions. After the Long Quehuan collected living things, the forbidden space would instantly suppress them, with no resistance or activity, which means that if someone is taken by the Long Quehuan, they will never be like a monkey being collected into a clean bottle and gourd, and still be able to pull out a life-saving hair.

Instead, it is like the repair of the universe by the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, and even consciousness is difficult to wake up.

When Qian Chen tested the Seven-Shatter Banner, he hooked the seven emotions of the little deer and wild boar to confuse the gods, but the two little beasts were almost scared to death. He hurriedly put away the magic treasure, comforted the two beasts with apologies, and sent them away with two Qi-Benefiting Pills.

"This Seven-Emotions Yin Demon is almost impossible to perform... Unless you use a living person... Should I try it on myself?" Qian Chen's heart of making death was ready to move. After thinking about it, he took out the Seven-Shatter Banner and hooked a little seven emotions, but... Qian Chen was indifferent and shook his head: "No reaction at all!"

He gradually increased the intensity, and it seemed that he wanted to provoke all kinds of memories of Qian Chen, but as long as Qian Chen moved his mind slightly to gather his mind, this little restlessness melted like ice and snow.

"Trash!" Qian Chen sneered: "It doesn't even have the ability to make me recall sister Jingkong!"

The Seven-Shatter Banner also has no spiritual sense, otherwise it would be very aggrieved to hear this... Qian Chen knew that it was estimated that the Supreme Dao Dust Bead played a role, and his original spiritual sense was still maintained on the Supreme Dao Dust Bead. Or rather, this bead is his main body, and this body is just the second primordial spirit incarnation he seized.

Of course, losing this body, he would have to return to the awkward situation of turning a thought every sixty years.

Worse than death...

Ask which left-handed magic treasure can confuse the spiritual treasure personally passed down by the Supreme Dao Ancestor? If it is so cow, why not apply for the demonic treasure?

Qian Chen skillfully practiced the magic treasures, found a clean place, took out the meditation cushion from the storage bag, released the Heaven-Net Umbrella to protect his body, and practiced for two hours. When the sky was dark, he got up.

Before leaving, Qian Chen looked at the direction of the fox grave and thought: "Should I go to the fox's nest to be a guest? I haven't been to the fox's nest yet."

But thinking carefully: "Forget it, it's getting late. If I visit, the old fox will definitely keep me for dinner. I don't want to eat in the grave. This is simply the second practice of disrespecting the tomb owner after jumping on the grave. It's better to visit another day when I have time!"

He was about to find a path and leave Zuyin Mountain, but his spiritual sense suddenly moved, as if he felt something, and he looked back. After a while, black energy like a pillar rose from the direction of the fox grave, rushing into the sky for several feet. Qian Chen sighed: "I have to lower my voice when practicing spells, and I don't dare to make too much movement. This black energy is evil and deep, and it doesn't look like a good person, but it dares to be so grand."

Qian Chen is not a cold person. Although this old fox family has no relatives or friends, they are foxes he knows.

And the old fox family is lingering on the grave mountain. Except for occupying the ancestral grave of a certain unlucky prince, there is no evil trace usually, although it is a bit gloomy, it is also contaminated by living in the grave for a long time. Since it is not a demon that harms people, Qian Chen has no intention of eliminating demons.

Even if they stole the ancestral graves of others, so what? If the descendants of this tomb came, they would definitely kill this nest of foxes, or at least drive them away.

But this had nothing to do with Qian Chen, and after a thousand years, how many romantic smoke dissipated, the descendants of the prince of the previous dynasty were only afraid that they were scattered among the people, and had long forgotten about this.

If he really met an evil person who destroyed Qian Chen's three views, he was worried that there would be no one to test the true power of the magic treasure in his hand. The mission of the Samsara Land, it seems, is not a kindness like helping an old lady cross the road, it is always a life-and-death situation. Cultivation is not to escape, Qian Chen's cultivation is for freedom and ease, and for revenge. Immediately, he raised the Heaven-Luo San on his head, pinched a stealth talisman, and quietly dived towards the fox grave...

Before he arrived, Qian Chen heard a gloomy voice say: "You nest of foxes, actually have such spiritual pills, which is rare. I will find a chance to take the spiritual pill, and I might be able to break through the current checkpoint and make great progress in cultivation. This kind of happy event, of course, is to sacrifice you few mixed-fur foxes to my Hundred-Ghost Evil Tiger Banner!"

The old fox said painfully: "You promised me that if I offered the treasure, you would let my family go... breaking your promise like this... I'll fight you!"

"Joke, I was going to take you to refine the method... Killing you, your things are naturally mine. What does it count to exchange my own things for your few fox lives? The souls of foxes are one of the few raw souls that are easiest to refine into Yin ghosts, and fox ghosts are restrained by the main soul of my evil tiger. Fox faking tiger power, with you few fox ghosts as accomplices, I think the power of my precious banner can increase by a few points."

"I want to gather a hundred foxes, and I have been looking for a long time. Adding your family is still not enough!"

He was about to find a path to leave Zuyin Mountain when his spiritual sense suddenly stirred, and he turned his head back as if he had sensed something. A short while later, black energy rose like a pillar from the direction of the fox grave, soaring several meters into the sky. Qian Chen remarked, "When I practice magic arts, I have to lower my voice, not daring to cause too much of a stir. This black energy is deeply malevolent; it doesn't look like the work of a good person, yet they dare to be so brazen."

Qian Chen is not a cold-hearted person. Although this family of old foxes has no relatives or connections, they are, after all, foxes he knows.

Moreover, the old fox family lives in seclusion on the grave mountain. Apart from occupying the ancestral grave of some unfortunate prince, they usually have no evil records. This black qi is chillingly malevolent. Although Qian Chen does not discriminate against magic treasures of the heterodox paths—he has several in his own treasure pouch! —they are generally not the tools of good people... Encountering such a situation, one must always intervene.

If he truly encountered an evil villain who shattered Qian Chen's worldview, he was just worrying about having no one to test the true power of the magic treasures in his hands.

The missions of the Land of Samsara, one would think, are not acts of kindness like helping an old grandmother cross the street; one must always risk life and limb. Cultivating the Dao is not for the sake of avoidance. Qian Chen cultivates to be carefree and at ease, to be swift in gratitude and vengeance. He immediately raised the Heaven-Veiling Umbrella over his head, pinched a concealment talisman, and quietly snuck toward the fox grave...

Before he even arrived, Qian Chen heard a gloomy voice say, "You nest of foxes actually have such spirit pills; that is rare indeed. Once this poor Daoist finds an opportunity to consume the spirit pills, I might be able to break through the current barrier and greatly advance my cultivation. Such a joyous occasion naturally requires using you few motley foxes as a blood sacrifice for my Hundred-Ghost Evil Tiger Banner!"

The old fox said with heartache, "You promised me that if I offered up the supreme treasure, you would spare our family... To break your word like this... I will fight you to the death!"

"A joke. I was going to use you to refine magic arts anyway... Once I kill you, your things will naturally be mine. Using my own things to trade for your few fox lives, what does that count for? Fox souls are inherently among the easiest types of living souls to refine into yin ghosts, and fox ghosts are restrained by this evil tiger master soul of mine. Borrowing the tiger's prestige, with you few fox ghosts as my lackeys, I imagine the power of my precious banner can increase by a few points."

"I have been trying to gather a hundred foxes for a long time, and even with your family, it's still not enough!"

Qian Chen heard that the old fox still had some breath left, so he did not act rashly. He hid behind a cypress tree not far from the grave mound, poked his head out to look, and saw a head-shaven monk-layman hybrid holding an evil banner. The banner pole was a curved spine, topped with a tiger-headed skull, and the banner surface hanging down also had tiger patterns.

The head-shaven monk agitated the long banner, and many black-qi-entangled, sharp-mouthed, tooth-baring foxes emerged from the banner surface, their bodies burning with green ghost fire, wrapped in black qi, drilling into the fox grave through several cave entrances in groups of three or five.