Above the Great Dao
Chapter 287 - 149: Flattening Caiseng Hall

Chapter 287: Chapter 149: Flattening Caiseng Hall

Caiseng Hall was a place dedicated to worshipping the Heavenly Elder, a place of incense where divine images were enshrined.

In recent years, the Tianlao Society had grown stronger, and the incense within Caiseng Hall burned ever more vigorously. Under the divine image of the Heavenly Elder, hundreds of oil lamps were arranged, their flames burning ceaselessly day and night, while the incense was kept lit year-round. The qi of the incense created a scene of swirling mists within the hall, coalescing into an extraordinary force like green ribbons, twining around the statue of the Heavenly Elder.

The divine image absorbed this extraordinary force, its power gradually increasing.

And before the hall stood Yu Daozhi, a divine light radiating from the niche behind his head, with a Divine Embryo seated within, and a Nascent Soul perched in the palm of the Divine Embryo.

His Nascent Soul was small, merely an inch in size.

For those not from families, reaching the Nascent Soul Realm was already an extraordinary feat, a pinnacle within a single county.

Even in a provincial city such as Gongzhou, although not the absolute pinnacle, considering the entire city, the number of people who had entered the Nascent Soul Realm scarcely exceeded a hundred.

He was the Incense Master of Caiseng Hall, responsible for all the affairs of the hall. Inside, more than twenty disciples lay in ambush at every corner, keeping a tight watch on the doors leading from the front courtyard to the back.

Yu Daozhi felt the oppressive aura of the newcomer.

This person had barged into the front courtyard of Caiseng Hall and, within just a few breaths, killed everyone, including two instructors—a truly formidable opponent.

Even though he sensed that the adversary’s cultivation was not as advanced as his own, he dared not act rashly.

He probed the other’s breath, detecting no breathing or heartbeat—only the flux of Qi-Blood circling an infinite, spherical Golden Core. Wherever the Golden Core went, the oceanic Qi-Blood followed.

Such a method of cultivation was an extremely profound meditation.

So-called meditation meant the spirit entered a state of tranquility.

When meditation reached a profound level, one became extremely calm, devoid of distractions, forgetting to breathe, forgetting the heartbeat.

Using embryonic breathing to replace normal breath, and the circulation of the Golden Core to take the place of the heart beating.

Yu Daozhi had only heard of such a cultivation method. He had seen many cultivators at the Golden Core Realm, but had never seen anyone who understood this profound meditation.

He had thought that using the Golden Core to replace the heartbeat was merely a legend.

Until now, when he sensed that person separated from him by a mere wall.

"The person’s aura has weakened; he is retreating."

Yu Daozhi picked up on Chen Shi’s hesitation, likely realizing his prowess, without the assurance of victory.

"A step back on both sides would be good."

Yu Daozhi thought to himself, "Taking a step back opens up a world of possibilities. As for avenging the instructors and disciples of Caiseng Hall and washing away the shame, that can wait for another time."

He was always composed.

If there was no need for desperate struggle, it was best avoided.

Once the person departed, he would gather the instructors, Incense Masters, and Hall Masters from all the halls, awaken the Heavenly Elder, and then it would not be too late to kill the opponent.

He had survived up to now in the perilous environment of the Tianlao Society in Gongzhou, relying on caution and composure.

Not fighting battles without certainty was his way to safeguard his life.

He still remembered his early forays, when he first engaged others in battle. That person was his classmate, whom he intended to sell to a farmstead for some money to finance his academic pursuits, but was discovered. The classmate was not as strong as him, yet during a life-and-death crisis exploded with astonishing combat power, almost splitting him in two!

Eventually, the narcotic took effect, and his classmate passed out, sold to the farmstead all the same.

Since then, he knew not to act without full assurance.

Just as he had reached this thought, he suddenly felt the other’s heartbeat.

The opponent’s state of meditation was broken!

He felt the heartbeat, like a Yellow Turban Warrior beating a war drum over a yard tall; with a "thud", the deafening heartbeat instantaneously sent Qi-Blood coursing through the limbs and extremities!

He felt the opponent’s breath, like the huge bellows of an iron-smelting kiln, expelling stale air and then greedily inhaling, with the demeanor of a great devourer!

The prior state of meditation was a show of utmost calmness—each strike meticulously calculated, precise and exquisite, with no chance for error.

Yet now, this person had emerged from the meditative state, entering a frenzied one!

Yu Daozhi grew vigilant; such a state was bound to be wildly fierce and supremely domineering, with relentless attacks!

"I want this wind and thunder!"

A voice like a rumble of thunder came from the front courtyard, as if it were shaking the heavens.

Suddenly, the sky brightened.

Yu Daozhi looked up only to see a golden talisman descending from the sky. The talisman, written with Qi-Blood, bore the inscription of The Three Pure Ones at the top, and the revered name of Jiutian Yingyuan Leisheng Puhua Tianzun at the bottom, with the Marquis of Wind to the left, the Thunder God to the right, the Rain Master below, and cloud patterns at the base.

Qi-Blood converged, a single stroke casting light, summoning the mysterious forces between heaven and earth!

"Whoosh!"

The wind arose.

"Crack!"

Thunder struck.

Yu Daozhi’s complexion changed drastically as he hastily pulled his Nascent Soul back into the niche, searching his sleeves for talismans, while shouting, "All disciples, heed my command, find the Rain-Repelling Talisman! A Gentle Wind Talisman will do as well! Hurry up!"

Hearing him, the disciples scrambled in search.

"Don’t sacrifice your Golden Core! Don’t sacrifice your Golden Core!"

Yu Daozhi warned loudly, "There’s Heavenly Thunder!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking a tree in the back courtyard. That old tree, which had stood for several centuries, was split in two by the lightning, igniting a fire in its core.

A wave of distress passed through Yu Daozhi; he had raised several centipedes in that tree, feeding them with amputated arms and legs during Caiseng rituals. Over the years, they had developed a spiritual nature.

He had cultivated those centipedes into treasures, each forming an inner core, and once unleashed, they were like flying swords, capable of splitting skulls and breaking brains effortlessly.

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