Chapter 679: I Defeat the Book Saint with the Talisman Dao

Boom!

Amidst a loud crash.

Wang Shusheng flew horizontally, smashing through who knows how many rockeries and boulders in an instant.

Mo Shanshan and Tianmaonv stood frozen in place; amidst the swirling dust and smoke, one could vaguely see a black figure standing before the gaping hole.

Mo Shanshan carefully peered at that tall, slender figure, her beautiful eyes narrowing until they were almost a line, vaguely discerning that this person indeed possessed an extraordinary bearing.

The other party also seemed to notice her gaze, turning his head to glance at her.

But because Mo Shanshan did not squint again, she failed to clearly see Yu Liancheng's current appearance and expression, and he walked toward his teacher, Wang Shusheng, with a calm demeanor.

"This woman, could she be Mo Shanshan? She is truly worthy of being the Book Idiot..."

Yu Liancheng swept a glance at Mo Shanshan and sighed in admiration in his heart.

With his current appearance, which was nearly perfect, he could make any woman's heart waver, yet the other party seemed completely indifferent.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Yu Liancheng flicked his hand back, a white light flew out, followed by a burst of blood, and a scream rang out.

In the Shumo Hall, one could see that Red-robed Divine Official covering his throat with both hands; the wooden stick used for candied haws was embedded in his throat, and fresh blood gushed out. His face was distorted by pain, sweat pouring like rain. He stared fixedly at Yu Liancheng, his eyeballs nearly popping out, filled with intense unwillingness, but ultimately, he was a mortal of flesh and blood, and under such a fatal wound, he collapsed.

And the dense Haotian Divine Brilliance that had originally lingered at his fingertips also dissipated rapidly.

It turned out that this Red-robed Divine Official, seeing that Yu Liancheng's attention was entirely on the flying Wang Shusheng, had wanted to use Haotian Divine Brilliance to ambush the latter, thinking this Demon Sect remnant who blasphemed Haotian deserved to die.

As a result, Yu Liancheng noticed him and killed him with a casual flick of a wooden stick.

The commotion of Wang Shusheng flying horizontally also attracted the cultivators on Mogan Mountain.

"Someone has trespassed on Mogan Mountain!?"

"Master Book Saint is injured?"

"Be careful, that person is in the Shumo Hall."

Within a few breaths, shadows flickered, and dozens of figures appeared.

As a place of cultivation for the Dahe Kingdom, although its foundation could not compare to the Xiling Divine Palace, the number of cultivators was indeed not small, and among them were two Daxingzhe of the Knowing Destiny Realm.

They naturally noticed Yu Liancheng, and understood even more that this person before them was the one who had trespassed on Mogan Mountain and severely injured Master Book Saint.

Yet no one dared to make a move.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back in the Shumo Hall, emitting a majestic aura that filled the surrounding dozens of zhang, like a black cloud pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Let alone attacking, many young disciples did not even dare to take a single look.

"Cough, cough."

Amidst a fit of coughing, Wang Shusheng rose from a shattered rockery, supported by two disciples.

This could not help but make Yu Liancheng hold Wang Shusheng in higher regard.

In this world, only people from the Demon Sect used Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to temper their physical bodies; besides that, the military also had similar hard-body techniques.

As for others, unless they stepped beyond the Five Realms, their bodies would not be too powerful; some Mind Masters were even so focused on Mind Power that they neglected their own physical training, making them worse than ordinary people.

Yu Liancheng's previous punch was enough to kill the vast majority of experts in the world.

But the moment it was about to strike Wang Shusheng, it was blocked by something like a dark cloud or black mist.

It had to be said that this Wang Shusheng reacted quickly, and his methods were quite extraordinary.

"Wang Shusheng, originally I only came to visit you to seek advice on the Talisman Dao. But since you wish to collude with the Xiling Divine Palace to harm me, then do not blame me for being impolite." Yu Liancheng's tone was calm, and he beckoned to Wang Shusheng: "Come, show me your true level, and let me see just how strong a Talisman Master who claims to be invincible in the same realm really is."

"Cough, cough, you all step back."

Wang Shusheng coughed, his face pale, as he signaled for the crowd of cultivators on Mogan Mountain to retreat.

He looked straight at Yu Liancheng, his expression becoming solemn.

He had long heard of Yu Liancheng's feat of entering Taoshan alone, and knew the other party was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life, so he naturally did not dare to have any sense of underestimation. He took a brush from his sleeve and drew casually in the air.

The sky above Mogan Mountain had been clear for ten thousand li, but suddenly a fierce wind roared in, rolling up countless dark clouds; the entire Mogan Mountain instantly became extremely gloomy, and the clouds continued to churn restlessly, appearing exceptionally violent, with the character "Suppress" faintly appearing within them.

To be revered by the world as the Book Saint, he naturally had his extraordinary aspects.

Wang Shusheng's practice of the Talisman Dao was different from ordinary Talisman Masters; beyond his perception of the forms of heaven and earth, he had unbelievably possessed his own Life-bound Object.

His Life-bound Object was precisely the brush in his hand, which looked very ordinary.

Ordinary Talisman Masters used the Mind Power of their Snow Mountain Qi Sea as a brush and their perception as ink, writing characters for heaven and earth to see; when nature understood, effective communication was formed, and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi would respond to the call, turning into countless miraculous methods.

Wang Shusheng, however, used his Life-bound Object as a brush, dipping it into the wind to soak up countless Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi as ink, writing wildly to his heart's content.

He did not need to let nature see his intent, because he was using his own intent to command nature.

A "Suppress" character written in wild cursive script suddenly condensed in the clouds, and a pressure descended from the sky, piercing through heaven and earth, suppressing Yu Liancheng.

"Interesting."

Under this suppressive force, it was feared that any cultivator below the Knowing Destiny Realm would be crushed into a pulp of meat in an instant, and even ordinary Knowing Destiny experts would find it difficult to move.

Yet in Yu Liancheng's eyes, it was merely "interesting."

Wang Shusheng's expression also changed slightly, because he noticed that the suppressive force had only reached three feet from Yu Liancheng before being blocked by an invisible wall of air, unable to advance an inch.

"Since you wish to see my Talisman Dao, then come and see enough of it."

Wang Shusheng quickly regained his composure, the hand holding the brush dancing wildly in the air, and the dark clouds in the sky churned restlessly again, with countless scrawled characters appearing rapidly within them.

At this moment.

The dark clouds hung in the air like paper.

The Book Saint was in the human world, but his brush moved in the heavens.

Countless extremely complex and unfathomable Talisman intents appeared on the dark clouds, piling up layer upon layer.

It was imaginable that once these Talisman intents poured down, even the Sword Saint Liu Bai would feel slightly troubled.

Not only because these Talismans were written by Wang Shusheng, a Divine Talisman Master, and possessed great power, but also because these brushstrokes were too scrawled, causing the Talisman intents to change incessantly.

If one does not know the intent, how can one break it?

These talisman intents were merely accumulating within the high clouds, gathering more and more. So much so that the clouds above Mogan Mountain grew thicker and heavier.

At this moment, the dark clouds gave people the feeling that a black city was floating in the sky, ready to collapse at any moment, threatening to crush and submerge the Mogan Mountain below. It also felt like a volcano that had been accumulating for ten thousand years; once it erupted, it could scorch everything within a radius of several hundred zhang into ashes.

If Yu Liancheng wanted to stop it, it would only take a single punch.

But he did not; he just quietly watched Wang Shusheng continuously waving his brush.

He watched very intently.

——He was learning.

Learning how to draw talismans, how to make the heavens and earth understand his own thoughts.

Among the ten thousand cultivation techniques absorbed by the Gui Cang Nine Paths, there were naturally the cultivation arts of a Talisman Master.

But how could the words recorded in books compare to a Divine Talisman Master demonstrating it in person before one's eyes?

Therefore, he did not stop Wang Shusheng from writing, and at the same time, he wanted to see what kind of terrifying attack this Divine Talisman Master could unleash.

In less than a short while, the talisman intent in the sky had accumulated to its limit.

Wang Shusheng finally stopped his brush; his complexion was slightly pale. Writing so many talismans in one breath was a huge consumption even for a Divine Talisman Master like him.

Yet his expression carried a sense of excitement, because in a real battle, an opponent would never just stand there foolishly and let one draw talismans.

Especially a swordsman, whose Flying Sword that could cut through Iron like mud could fly over at any moment.

But this time, whether because of arrogance or some other reason, the opponent just stood there, letting him write.

Thus, Wang Shusheng wrote out every single lethal talisman he had mastered.

"Yu Liancheng, receive this move!"

At this moment, Wang Shusheng held his brush high, as if it were a towering mountain peak rising from the ground, about to pierce the firmament.

This stroke did not pierce the firmament, but it poked a hole in the dark clouds that had accumulated countless talisman intents.

Consequently, the talisman intent poured down like a reversed Milky Way, countless talisman intents surging down from the nine heavens with a majestic and vast momentum, waves rolling; every single wave contained a unique and murderous talisman intent. Any single strand of this talisman intent could easily suppress and kill a cultivator below the Knowing Destiny realm. Now, these talisman intents were pouring toward Yu Liancheng in a continuous, mighty torrent.

With so much talisman intent, I fear that even Yan Se, who is known as the world's number one Divine Talisman Master, would be submerged and killed by it.

But Yu Liancheng's expression remained calm.

A wine pot appeared in his right hand; he pulled out the stopper, and the wine spilled out, yet it did not fall to the ground, instead freezing in mid-air.

At the same time, his right hand brushed across his waist, and 'Wan Dao Wu Ji' suddenly transformed into a brush in his hand.

Finally, Yu Liancheng began to soak up the wine and write in the air.

He was also writing a talisman.

He was actually going to use the Talisman Dao to duel the Talisman Dao.

His cultivation in the Talisman Dao was merely at the beginning, just starting out; how could he possibly defeat a Divine Talisman Master who was one of the few in the human world?!

But he indeed did just that, and he was very confident.

The talisman intent from the sky fell very quickly.

So Yu Liancheng also wrote very quickly.

When the surging talisman intent was still several zhang away from him, he finished writing his talisman.

It was not some obscure or difficult talisman, but simply a line of poetry.

——Sword Qi spans thirty thousand miles, one sword's light chills nineteen continents.

When these fourteen characters were finished, the dark clouds formed by the countless talisman intents were torn open, the Darkness was shattered, and light spilled down.

However, this light did not bring any feeling of warmth; it was a light that cut through all things, revealing deep murderous intent and ominousness. The moment this light appeared, the world was instantly filled with a biting and terrifying murderous aura.

——Sword light.

This was a beam of sword light.

A beam of sword light that was bone-chillingly cold and pierced through the heavens and earth.

The sword light slashed through the falling talisman intent, piercing a hole in the entire dark cloud; countless talisman intents were swept by the sword light and immediately melted like ice and snow.

Looking at the remaining talisman intent in the air, Yu Liancheng raised his brush and wrote another line of poetry.

——Do you not see, the waters of the Huanghe come from the sky, flowing to the East Sea never to return.

Boom—!

When this line of poetry was written, everyone on the entire Mogan Mountain heard the sound of rushing river water, deafening to the ears.

Another patch of slightly transparent light spilled down; looking up, they could not help but be shocked. A river came from the sky, sweeping away the remaining talisman intent, heading straight for the East Sea.

"This, how is this possible?"

With his talisman intent broken, Wang Shusheng spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.

This kid was not writing talismans at all; he was clearly using the Peak Master's "Word of Truth" and Fuzi's "Master Says".

No, it was far more powerful than both.

Those two might be able to influence the surroundings on a small scale, but they definitely could not cause such a great upheaval.

Moreover, he could see that although Yu Liancheng's calligraphy was excellent, he was still a beginner in the Talisman Dao and could never achieve what even a Divine Talisman Master could not.

"It's that wine... and that brush..."

Wang Shusheng was indeed a Divine Talisman Master; his eyes flashed, and he quickly guessed the reason.

His guess was mostly correct.

The pot of wine Yu Liancheng used as ink was Peach Blossom Wine.

It was not the Peach Blossom Brew of "human faces and peach blossoms reflecting red," but wine brewed from the peach blossoms all over the mountains in the Xiling Divine Kingdom.

Originally, Yu Liancheng taking away the peach blossoms of Taoshan was purely to satisfy his own perverse hobby of "picking peach blossoms to sell for wine money."

Unfortunately, later on, no one bought these peach blossoms, so he simply brewed them into Peach Blossom Wine.

Later, Yu Liancheng discovered that the peach blossoms all over the mountain, having been worshipped by countless believers, already had the most essential connection with Haotian. After being brewed into wine, this connection still existed, and was even purer.

And the Talisman Dao is about letting the heavens and earth understand one's own heart and intent.

Using Peach Blossom Wine as ink to draw talismans is simply the best choice.

The brush in Yu Liancheng's hand is transformed from the Myriad Paths Boundless, and one of the abilities of the Myriad Paths Boundless is to release the host's power at varying degrees of three, five, or ten times its strength.

With these two things, even an ordinary Talisman Master could write a Divine Talisman of immense power.

As for the third point, it relates to Yu Liancheng's own cultivation.

Whether it is the Heaven-reaching sword light or the surging Dahe, both can correspond to one of the paths in his Gui Cang Nine Paths. By using the Gui Cang Dao to drive them, he achieves twice the result with half the effort.

It is a pity that Yu Liancheng's own attainment in the Talisman Dao is not yet sufficient, so he cannot condense the meaning he wishes to express into a single talisman.

He can only break down an original single talisman into a long string of poetic verses.

This point is clearly a drawback; after all, the more characters there are, the longer it takes to write, and in a real fight, the outcome can sometimes be decided in an instant.

Looking at the astonished Wang Shusheng, Yu Liancheng decided to write the final talisman, a line of poetry.

——Do you not see, the bright mirror in the high hall laments the white hair, Morning Like Green Silk Evening Becomes Snow.

When this line of poetry transformed into a surge of talisman intent and enveloped Wang Shusheng, Wang Shusheng immediately felt his life force draining away at an unimaginable speed, his strength gradually fading from his entire body, and he could not help but collapse to the ground as an aura of twilight and decay drifted out from him.

"Mr. Yu, please stop!"

Half a Divine Talisman appeared, contending with Yu Liancheng's talisman intent.

At the same time, a woman stood in front of the white-haired, increasingly aged Wang Shusheng: "I beg you, sir, to spare his life and let my teacher live."

The woman before him was extremely beautiful, possessing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, but her eyes were slightly dull; although she was looking at Yu Liancheng, she still gave people a very aloof feeling.

Who else could it be but Mo Shanshan?

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