SFS Chapter 156 The Warrior
Chapter 156 The Warrior
Yang Silang was completely engrossed in watching.
The two warriors practicing the method didn't present any particular difficulty.
The difficulty of the "Benyi Hudao Jing" lies in condensing a seed of true self within the soul and ensuring that the true self remains unchanged through daily cultivation.
To be precise, it's easy to get the seeds to germinate, but difficult to protect them.
Seeds are easy to germinate, but to ensure they don't spoil, germinate, or rot requires great determination and wisdom.
If one day one loses one's original mind, and the seed breaks through the shell to become the original form of another Daoist practice, then it means that heretical gods and demons have occupied one's soul and have completely lost one's original mind.
At that time, the original Daoist scripture will naturally be completely failed to be practiced, the method of transforming barbarians into myself will become the method of transforming myself into barbarians, and all cultivation will become resources for other Daoist methods, resulting in a wasted effort.
Yang Silang dismissed the thoughts in his mind and continued watching. After the two strongmen finished their demonstration, words continued to flash on the heavy sword, offering guidance.
Each volume is a collection of the essence of various schools, and is already a unique skill. Although there are similarities, the core essence is the fundamental difference between it and other schools of thought.
Once a practitioner has mastered the Power Scroll and established a foundation, they can then practice other methods. As long as one can subdue them, they can be accepted. However, one should not force oneself to practice beyond one's own capabilities, as this may cause the true form of the Celestial Venerable to disintegrate and be taken over by external gods and demons.
Thus, the cultivator may suffer severe injuries at best, and at worst, their personality may change drastically, causing them to become subservient to an external deity, completely losing themselves and failing to absorb the essence of the deity. Instead, they may usurp the deity's position, which would be a complete failure.
Yang Silang watched it all night.
When he came to his senses and opened his eyes, it was already dawn outside, and he could faintly hear the crowing of roosters.
He let out a long breath.
This scripture is lofty in its intent and majestic in its momentum. It stands completely against all gods and demons. To become the only god, the key is to transform the barbarians into one's own. This Taoist scripture is probably a thorn in the side of all cultivators in the world.
Which god or demon would willingly submit to someone else?
If they consider themselves inferior, why don't those believers turn to worship other gods? What's the use of worshipping you?
Moreover, even if that's not the case, it's just a matter of appearances; but if we convert the barbarians to our own way, wouldn't we also be able to practice other schools of thought and steal the incense offerings and vows of the barbarians? This is a life-or-death struggle.
Furthermore, this technique is likely extremely difficult to master.
While mastering the technique will allow one to absorb and integrate various styles, resulting in immense power, it also carries risks. Failure may lead to one transforming into someone else's form during practice.
As for the drastic change in temperament, Yang Silang suspected that the cultivators had all been infected by the spiritual power of external gods and demons, and had become mere vessels for the bodies of the living dead.
The core of this technique lies in the uniqueness of the true self and its utilization.
Most Taoist practices specialize in one point, but the Benyi Protectorate Scripture is all-encompassing. Its cultivation does not change its magical power, but when applied, it can be transformed into myriad methods.
In other words, the more and more diverse the skills one acquires, the greater the power.
Conversely, if one simply cultivates the Warrior's Scroll honestly and abandons the method of converting barbarians to one's own, one will certainly be safe, but this method will also become just another ordinary method and will not achieve a transcendent status.
Yang Silang had no doubt that Granny Tianjing had chosen a hellish level of Taoist magic to trick him.
Because of the memory-sealing technique, Granny Tianjing had completely sealed this memory in her mind. She only knew that such a thing happened, but she didn't know the specifics.
As for the visualization diagram of the Heavenly Venerable Ruyi, it was a memory she had of observing the cultivation of the Taoist priest in the abandoned Taoist temple.
She only knew the core doctrine of Sovereignty, but she didn't know the specific mysteries involved.
Yang Silang, on the contrary, was somewhat curious.
Where exactly did Grandma read the "Benyi Hudao Jing"?
Her demonstration of the replica was magnificent, far surpassing any ordinary visualization; no mirage skin could withstand it.
In other words, as a crystal spirit, it has the racial talent to replicate what it sees, but even Grandma herself couldn't bear this memory, so she sealed it away.
Putting aside everything else, the mere presence of each divine or demonic figure within will subtly influence the corresponding incense offerings and spiritual power, creating immense pressure.
Yang Silang now believes it.
Grandma Tianjing ended up in such a terrible state mainly because of her teachings; simply giving birth to a daughter wouldn't have cost her her life.
Grandma's life may indeed be coming to an end, but she can live out it peacefully.
Although he loved his daughter, he was also deeply devoted to himself. He was a stone demon who met him through wine and meat, but in the end, he trusted him enough to entrust him with his orphanage.
Yang Silang recalled his difficult early days in Gongzhou Prefecture, when he was almost driven to the brink of death.
King Gao Laodao, Xieyan Song, brother-in-law Zhou, and Grandma Yao, among others, sighed deeply, "Indeed, sometimes humans are more wicked than demons."
By this time, it was already daylight.
Yang Silang had studied the scripture all night, and his soul was extremely exhausted.
He did not use the Rejuvenation Divine Power because the amount of information he had absorbed in the night was too much. He was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally, so he went to sleep immediately.
I slept soundly until nightfall.
Yang Silang got up.
He summoned Wang Daniu and asked him to ride his big blue dog to the restaurant to make some purchases.
When the two food boxes arrived, Yang Silang devoured them in a flash, eating until his stomach was bulging before finally stopping, feeling utterly satisfied.
"Hiss... Eating out at restaurants every few days is such a waste of money."
"Now that we have Daqing, this big eater, in the house, and Grandma Tianjing and my aunt can't go hungry either, we don't want to skimp on the money."
Yang Silang touched his belly.
"But if you eat the pig feed from the Martial Arts Hall, try to break through to the Grandmaster realm, and practice a classic text, not to mention how it tastes, the nutrition won't be up to par."
"I need to go to the black market to buy some spirit rice and demon meat to cook for myself, but who will cook?"
"I haven't spent enough time on my own spiritual practice."
"Da Niu... Da Niu is no good either, he needs to break through to Iron Bone Martial Master."
"Daqing? Forget it, if Daqing makes it according to his own taste, it'll probably all bean cake feed."
"Who should we look for?"
Yang Silang stroked his chin.
"Hmm... Recently, She Nu and Da Qing have been taking turns looking after Auntie, one in the morning and one in the evening."
"She Nu seems pretty good!"
His eyes lit up.
Although She Nu was a snake demon in spirit form, she had originally cultivated to the level of a Core Formation Great Demon in her previous life, equivalent to a Golden Marrow Grandmaster or a Daoist cultivator at the Body Transformation Realm.
With a powerful soul, condensing a body as if it were real is a trivial matter. Ordinary people cannot tell the difference between the real and fake. Although the soul body only has half the power of the physical body, it is enough to deal with a general master.
Of course, Yang Silang thought that since She Nu could pick up stones to feed her little aunt, then it would be no problem for her to use a ladle to start a fire and cook.
He slapped his forehead and shouted, "She Nu!"
A gust of cold wind immediately surged from the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head, rolled around the ground, and transformed into a beautiful woman standing in the room, with a faint shadow in the candlelight.
Her fine hairs were clearly visible, and even the folds of her palace dress were clearly visible. If it weren't for the small horn on her forehead, anyone would recognize her as the same person.
The shadow on the ground was slightly faint because it was, after all, a soul, with yin overpowering yang, thus revealing its true nature.
"Master!" She Nu bowed gracefully.
She noticed that Yang Silang was staring at her intently with a strange look in his eyes, and she was secretly delighted.
As the saying goes, the victor is king and the loser is villain. The days when I was a tyrannical demon king in the secret realm are over. Now my life is in the hands of my master.
After the pill shattered, one should have been completely annihilated. However, the fact that the master was able to save him with a secret method, leaving his soul unharmed and even suppressing him under the master's true soul form, is already unheard of.
Moreover, the divine soul form that the master cultivated was incomparably majestic, and its appearance was exactly the same as the master's.
She Nu had long imagined that her master was probably a reincarnated powerful being, and the thought of being a servant to such a powerful being made her feel less uncomfortable.
On the contrary, she hoped that the master would value her more.
So even as a stone nanny, she did her best.
However, She Nu also harbored a sliver of hope. The master seemed to be still very young, with his virility sometimes overflowing at night. If she could advance from the stone nanny to the bed warmer... wouldn't her position be more secure?
Her mind wandered.
Being beautiful is an advantage; moreover, her skin is cool inside and out; and her soul and body have been cultivated to a level that is truly real, making her perfectly capable of meeting the needs in bed.
Of course, there are also drawbacks.
He was indecent before, and even slept with his master's lackey surnamed Ji.
But I'm a snake demon, so having it on my body isn't a problem. I just don't know if my master is a germaphobe.
She Nu noticed out of the corner of her eye that Yang Silang's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, his face was flushed, his pointed chin was drooping, and his waist and hips were swaying slightly. He seemed uneasy, but in fact, he had already used his seductive skills.
"She Nu..." Yang Silang suddenly spoke, pointing to the layers of palace dress she was wearing, "Why don't you change your clothes next time?"
"Dress something comfortable and cool..."
She Nu looked up in surprise and called out in a sweet voice, "Master."
Her mind was filled with fantasies: Had the master finally discovered her beauty? Would she be able to upgrade from a stone nanny to a foot warmer?
She seemed to stumble and fell towards Yang Silang.
"master……"
bang...
Yang Silang saw She Nu suddenly fall flat on the ground and crash down on him.
Without hesitation, he kicked her upwards, sending her tumbling over.
What kind of class do you have that dares to try and seduce me?
Are you a demon, or even an evil demon? You're not even human, so how dare you think like that?
This snake demon has always been terrified of me, so why is it suddenly so audacious today?
Oh no, the memories of my dead body are attacking me, as if I've been brought back to the snake cave and called in as a bed warmer.
Yang Silang's face darkened, and his aura immediately became subdued.
on the ground.
She Nu rolled over, not daring to get up, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Master..." she cried out in fear, "What have I done wrong?"
"What did you do right?" Yang Silang probably guessed that she had misunderstood, and waved her to stand up.
"I'll give you a task."
"During the day, you are allowed to go out to the kitchen of the restaurant to watch how the chefs start fires and cook, and learn their skills."
"Also, let's visit some nearby houses and see what the women wear when they do housework on a daily basis?"
"You're a powerful demon, capable of learning human languages and mastering advanced demonic arts. Learning to cook shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Hmm..." Yang Silang mentally calculated the amount of silver he had saved. "I'll give you seven days... no, five days."
"The master wants to eat the first dish you've prepared in five days. If it's not good, you'd better watch your step..."