Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1333: Chapter 523: Blood Fog Demon Seed (2)

He pressed his palm against Zhou Sumo’s abdomen and once again activated the Spell from the Ten Thousand Methods of Falling Demon Technique.

Magic Power was being consumed without pause; a wisp of Demonic Qi, extremely faint and light yet incomparably pure, rapidly seeped into Zhou Sumo’s Lower Dantian.

The Blood Fog Demon Seed was lodged right in here!

Feeling the Demonic Qi cultivated from a top-grade cultivation method, it immediately trembled, extremely agitated.

Qin De let out a cold snort, exerted himself to the limit, and unleashed his methods.

The Demon Seed trembled even more violently.

The Demon Seed had its own instinct for survival, and its original host Zhou Sumo had long since neared his allotted lifespan. Now a brand-new host appeared before its eyes, and one that possessed Demonic Qi of Ultimate Level!

What was there to hesitate about?

In the next instant, the Demon Seed fiercely charged into Qin De’s body.

A vast power immediately erupted, violently raging, rampaging through Qin De’s meridians, nearly tearing his flesh apart.

Qin De grunted dully, clenched his teeth and endured, guiding the Blood Fog Demon Seed into his own Lower Dantian.

In his Upper Dantian, the Confucian Golden Core trembled because of this, instinctively wanting to release power, sending it down into the Lower Dantian to repel the Blood Fog Demon Seed.

But Qin De had long been prepared, and immediately controlled the Golden Core, suppressing its instinctive reaction.

His Confucian Golden Core’s outer layer had already been Demonized; it was no longer intact. Thus Qin De had no difficulty at all in pacifying the Confucian Golden Core.

It was instead the Blood Fog Demon Seed that was more unbridled and hard to subdue.

Once it fell into the Lower Dantian, it immediately spewed out Blood Fog Magic Power, rampaging in all directions; after filling the Lower Dantian, it still wanted to surge upward, corroding the Middle Dantian and attacking the Upper Dantian.

Qin De had anticipated this as well, and directly mobilized the Mid-level Magic Power of the Ten Thousand Methods of Falling Demon Technique, setting up defenses at the critical checkpoints of his meridians, greatly slowing the corrosion and overflow of the Blood Fog Magic Power.

As long as he won himself some time, Qin De would seize the advantage.

He immediately circulated the Ten Thousand Methods of Falling Demon Technique, beginning to convert the overflowing Blood Fog Magic Power.

Time passed in torment.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the violence within Qin De’s body gradually subsided.

He had preliminarily suppressed the Blood Fog Demon Seed, but he still had to keep running the Ten Thousand Methods of Falling Demon Technique to completely convert the Seed’s main body.

That would require more time!

"In this way, as long as I convert the Demon Seed, I’ll have abundant Magic Power at my disposal."

"Then I’ll have ample strength and a chance to escape the Cloud Prison!"

"And I’ll still have preserved the purity of my Golden Core’s core, without completely losing my Confucian Cultivator foundation."

After making another round of arrangements, Qin De buried himself in arduous cultivation, racing against every fraction of a moment!

The post station.

Song Taosheng’s letter had already been delivered here.

After reading it, Zhao Hansheng passed it on to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing read the letter; in it, Song Taosheng said he needed to settle some matters properly before he could safely rendezvous with them and head to Huazhang Country together.

Gu Qing immediately had some complaints: "Disciple means no disrespect, but I feel Mr. Song Taosheng is a bit overbearing. He actually wants Teacher to keep waiting for him. To follow Teacher to Huazhang Country and then be able to enter Mr. Wang Xinyue’s tutelage—what an enormous opportunity that is!"

Zhao Hansheng shook his head slightly. "Qing’er."

"Song Taosheng is someone entrusted to us by Duanmu Zhang. Duanmu Zhang sent him here not to make him our vassal, but to make him our comrade-in-arms."

"In the future, when I switch to Wang Xinyue’s tutelage and fully align myself with Heart Learning, Song Taosheng will do the same. Together we will stand against the heavy pressure."

"So waiting a few more days is no issue."

There was still some displeasure on Gu Qing’s face, but since Zhao Hansheng had put it that way, he could only comply.

Almost at the same time, Song Taosheng also received a reply.

This Jade Slip bore no signature. After reading it, Song Taosheng immediately summoned flame and completely burned it to ashes.

Just as he had anticipated, Kong Zhaoming agreed to his request and would fully assist him from the shadows.

This time, Kong Zhaoming not only supplied several Confucian Cultivator treasures and multiple batches of combat supplies exceeding standard quotas, he also mobilized five Death Soldiers, who in the coming days would infiltrate the Wanxiang Sect’s Main Mountain Gate, ever ready to obey Song Taosheng’s commands.

The letter Song Taosheng sent to Zhao Hansheng and Gu Qing was merely a smokescreen, an outward disguise. Before the assassination began, he had to minimize every possible flaw.

"Qin De must die!"

"As long as he lives, we Confucian Cultivators will never be able to straighten our backs!"

"As long as he lives, he is a calamity, and might even become a Confucian Enemy!"

Song Taosheng’s eyes were filled with resolve.

Next, he would go all out, quickly take command of the reinforcement supplies, and bide his time to carry out the beheading plan.

The Heavenly Cloud Cover was violently shaking.

Around the Altar, four figures each occupied one of the four directions.

In the east, Dong Chen sat cross-legged, both hands forming Seals; one Spell after another shot from his fingertips, merging into the Cloud Cover.

In the south, Wei Ji sat like a mountain; the pitch-black pupils of his eyes reflected the abnormal phenomena in the Cloud Cover. His hands pressed down into the air, streams of Mana surged out from his body, linking with the Cloud Cover.

In the west, Tuoba Huang crouched on the ground, fiery aura billowing all around him. His hands were clasped together; Mana gushed from his body, turning into a long rainbow that shot up to the palace roof and then fell, linking with the Cloud Cover.

In the north, Wang Yu sat cross-legged, the rosy glow on his Cloud Robe flowing and shifting. He held a horsetail whisk and gently waved it; streams of Mana flicked out from the whisk and fused into the Cloud Cover.

The Heavenly Cloud Cover guarded the Myriad Images Sect’s Qi Fortune. The four present were all high-ranking members of the Myriad Images Sect, their personal Qi Fortune tightly bound to that of the sect, and thus they were ideal candidates to assist the Heavenly Cloud Cover.

As time went on, the four grew increasingly grave.

They were already going all out, yet the Heavenly Cloud Cover still could not be stabilized.

The Heavenly Cloud Cover specifically targeted the Omen Poem; what it was blocking now was precisely the calamity represented by the Omen Poem, preventing it from fully manifesting.

Dong Chen and the other three were doing their utmost, and it was tremendously taxing.

"The four of us have already acted, yet still see no sign of relief. This alone shows how extraordinary this disturbance is!"

"Alas, with the Feiyun Conference upon us, it’s at this critical juncture that the Heavenly Cloud Cover runs into trouble."

"You don’t know: it’s precisely because of the Feiyun Conference that our sect’s gates are wide open and linked with the Qi Fortune of countless people, thereby triggering this tribulation."

"Someone must be stirring up trouble. We must quickly ferret this person out—that is the proper course!"

Wang Yu took Elixir Pills; his skin turned a golden purple, his strength soaring as he took up the role of main force.

Dong Chen took the chance to withdraw a bit of power and used his remaining strength to perform divination; a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes. "The current Qi Fortune upheaval is even more tightly entangled—it’s an excellent opportunity for divination!"

Xiao Juxia had already departed far from the mountain gate; Dong Chen did not divine him, but instead obtained another result.

His expression grew even darker as he gave an early warning: "Not good. This tribulation has layers upon layers of entanglement; a vast power is about to crash in. Everyone, bring out every method you have—we must ensure the Heavenly Cloud Cover remains firmly under Guardian!"

The other three were immediately moved and entered a state of full vigilance.

Xiao Juxia sent another Flying Message; he wanted to summon more high-level figures, ready to join in at any moment—better to be prepared than caught off guard.

The main doors of the Main Hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple of Huazhang Country had not opened for two whole days.

Inside the Main Hall, lamps blazed brightly, day and night without cease.

The three-tier White Jade Altar that originally enshrined the Golden Seal Jade Book had been retained as the core of the entire Altar.

Three layers of Yellow Silk were spread over the Altar. The first layer was embroidered with sun, moon, and stars; the second with mountains, rivers, and vegetation; the third with the names of sages through the generations. The three layers of Yellow Silk overlapped one upon another, each layer sewn to the next with Golden Threads, the stitches so fine they were almost invisible.

Before the Golden Seal Jade Book stood a Purple Sandalwood Box. On it rested a Three-legged Incense Burner. Its body was carved from Green Jade, hollowed and engraved with auspicious cloud patterns. The burner had not yet been lit, yet a faint sandalwood incense aroma could already be smelled—that was the scent of Incense that had soaked into the burner itself over hundreds of years.

Around the Altar stood nine Jade Pillars, each three feet tall, and at the top of each Jade Pillar was inlaid a Luminous Pearl the size of a fist. Nine pearls, nine colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, white, and black—symbolizing nine different kinds of Literary Energy.

Zheng Jing, Professor of Imperial College, was known for his rigor. Presiding over the arrangement of the Altar, he had deliberated over every detail again and again and personally inspected every sacrificial tool. Over the past two days, he had slept only for two Two Hours; the rest of the time he spent repeatedly checking, adjusting, and perfecting.

At this moment, he stood in front of the Altar, giving every detail one last inspection.

After a long time, he nodded slightly. "No errors."