A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 429 - 259: Five Emperors, Four Rebels_2

She was only amazed by Mao Yichang’s methods, how could he decapitate someone and yet keep them alive?

It was simply beyond belief!

"Madam, let me explain. I, Mr. Mao, believe that life and death are simply the gathering and dispersal of a single breath. There are those who die standing, sitting, lying down, from illness, from medicine, from old age... In life, there are those who die in a day, in ten years, or in a hundred years. Those who haven’t truly died, their actions reveal their wisdom; they can still be called living, not dead."

Mao Yichang pointed at those unconscious "heads," their mouths opening and closing, emitting meaningless sounds, as if chanting an obscure scripture, his tone gradually becoming excited:

"The Pimo King’s bestowed ’Mystic Spirit Seed Sutra’ teaches reverence for the gods and nourishment of the soul, ensuring one’s spirit is undispersed and thus can be called ’alive.’ He Mountain Dao’s fusion of artifact and method, focusing explicitly on refining living beings, lies in the realm of ’half-death.’

I, Mr. Mao, earnestly devote myself to the Pimo King and finally obtained the favor of the ’Immaculate Sutra.’ It aided me in understanding the Dao, combining both to deduce an unprecedented method for nourishing the Spirit Root!"

You?

Zhu Mingyu almost doubted her own ears, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of skepticism.

It was well known that the Four Reversals Demon Sect had five Dharma Protector Deities, not to mention the Blood Martial Saint, whose offerings could only be supported by a Divine Power Giant.

Muscle Bodhisattva, Bone Asura, Pimo King, Flesh Vajra, each "divine spirit" had their respective orthodox practices.

These were the ’Muscle Bodhisattva Liberation Sutra,’ ’Bone Asura Emptiness Sutra,’ ’Pimo King Immaculate Sutra,’ and ’Flesh Vajra Bandit Sutra.’

Each of these orthodox practices was extraordinary like a Spiritual Artifact, automatically selecting its master, choosing a follower with whom it resonates, imparting insights into the Dao.

Such fortune is often considered an immense blessing and honor by the demon cult members.

"Master Mao is truly blessed to be chosen by the ’Immaculate Sutra.’ It is said that the Pimo King has not manifested for over a decade."

Zhu Mingyu said this, but she felt puzzled within. Mao Yichang’s aptitude for cultivation was mediocre, which was beyond doubt.

For ten years, relying on the sinister techniques of He Mountain Dao and venerating the Pimo King, he barely crawled to the Third Realm of Dao Skill, perhaps forever unable to aspire to the Fourth Realm. Now suddenly winning the favor of the ’Immaculate Sutra’ was truly strange!

"I wonder what Master Mao has realized?"

This Female Wealth Deity glanced over the heads and noticed several resembling each other, much like a father and son within a family, an unexplainable guess surfacing in her mind.

"The ’Immaculate Sutra’ taught me, so-called side paths take from excess to fill the deficient. After a major calamity, the branches of the Mao family had fewer than a hundred people. Each of them practiced the ’Mystic Spirit Seed Sutra’ bestowed by the Pimo King, their souls embedded with the spirit seed.

Initially, my plan, as Mr. Mao, was to rest and recuperate for thirty years, hoping a couple of promising talents would emerge in the family, to be well-cultivated, renamed, and quietly sent to Prefecture City... yet this idea gradually faded with time."

Mao Yichang spoke honestly:

"Cultivating without external support, unable to absorb spiritual essence, is like a doddering old man embarking on a long journey, slow as a turtle and laborious.

In the long term, reviving the Mao family is hopeless.

In delayed moments, one day, while offering to the Pimo King, I heard an immortal tune by my ear, it was the ’Immaculate Sutra’ bestowed with guidance.

To continue the family, why be confined to the entirety, I am also a member of the Mao family, as long as I exist, the Mao family exists. Better to devote the entire family to me alone, when I achieve the Dao, the Mao family will naturally prosper.

Thus, I refined the family members’ bodies into Skull Demons, irrigated the Spirit Field with flesh and blood, utilizing everything to the fullest, planting the heads within, as their souls contained spirit seeds, a thought undispersed, a breath remaining, they eternally cling to a spark of vitality.

What Madam sees, more than half are my Mao family members."

Insane!

Zhu Mingyu’s face showed shock, it was exactly as she speculated earlier.

"This group of Skull Demon Ghosts is also... born from slaughtering kin?"

Mao Yichang’s expression was earnest:

"These Mao family members, whose souls are embedded with spirit seeds, are invaluable, how could they be squandered foolishly.

The Skull Demon Ghosts, White Bone Blood Banner, and Five Ghosts Possession... these Daoist skills were refined from the life souls of the other two families, not a single clan member’s life was added."

Zhu Mingyu was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond. Clearly cruel and brutal matters, yet Mao Yichang spoke so calmly and composed.

Such poise of a side-path master couldn’t be connected to that flattering, ingratiating face.

After a few moments, Zhu Mingyu reluctantly nodded and returned to the main topic:

"As they say, no poison, no great man, Master Mao is a person capable of great deeds. Please oblige me to take a look at that segment of Withered Revive Wood."

As long as Mao Yichang was willing to offer rare treasures, even if he annihilated his kin, it had nothing to do with herself.

"Please follow me, Madam."

Mao Yichang smiled slightly, continuing to lead the way, passing by that area where heads were planted, fed by the flesh and blood of the Spirit Field.

Not long after, they saw an aged figure.

A segment of bright green, lustrous branch emerged from its body brimming with verdant vitality.

"Withered Revive, it’s the rebirth from death, a return to youth. Therefore, it must be meticulously nurtured with a nearing end body, to foster a bit of vitality.

This mortal shell belongs to me, Mr. Mao, and through the cultivation of the Pimo King’s ’Immaculate Sutra,’ it maintains the vitality of flesh and blood to allow the withered wood to take root and sprout.

An inch a year, now exactly eight inches long, enough for the Duke."

Mao Yichang’s understatement made Zhu Mingyu feel a chill in her heart. This high-ranking master of the Mao family branch not only crafted others with cruelty but also himself.

"Master Mao, what do you want?"

The Female Wealth Deity was not foolish, Mao Yichang with his schemes, after slaughtering his kin, exterminating the Han and Fang families, and sacrificing his flesh to cultivate a segment of Withered Revive Wood.