Above the Great Dao
Chapter 481 - 229: Creation of the Third Class, Nightmare Wood_2

Chapter 481: Chapter 229: Creation of the Third Class, Nightmare Wood_2

Then came the hissing sound, and a string of flying needles fell from the sky.

The flying needles broke off and landed perfectly around them, forming a large circle.

Immediately following that, the body of the owner of the flying needles fell from above, accompanied by a whooshing sound of the wind.

Chen Shi took a step to the left, and the body of the needle owner thudded to the ground, not touching him in the slightest.

Behind him, the sound of a body with a split head and shrine falling to the ground came, and the sound of bodies falling into the lake also emerged.

The fortune teller’s forehead was covered in cold sweat; he had never seen such fast flying swords.

Too fast!

He had thought the flying swords were targeting him. When he dodged them, he had felt a moment of relief, thinking he was stronger.

But the target of the flying swords was not him; it was his companions!

Before he could recover, his four companions, positioned in different directions and spaced a hundred or two hundred yards apart from each other, were all dead!

He had never seen such fast flying swords!

The Banshan Sect was full of experts and extraordinary figures, but never had there been such a fast sword!

Looking at Chen Shi, he felt an inexplicable pressure.

"I..."

His body trembled, and all the tactics he had thought of just now had vanished, leaving his mind completely blank.

Chen Shi approached him, sheathed the Youlong Sword, took out a vermillion pen, and said faintly, "After you go back, you can slowly calculate."

Using his Qi-Blood as vermillion, he used the vermillion pen to write a strange talisman; with a light sweep of the pen tip, the talisman rose from thin air and landed on the fortune teller’s chest.

This talisman did not have the traditional three-part structure of divine name, divine form, and divine language common to talismans; instead, it depicted a large tree with roots coiled like snakes or octopuses.

The internal structure was extremely complex with myriad details. If one were to draw it with a vermillion pen, it would take two to three days to complete and errors could easily occur.

However, if one could achieve "instant talisman creation," drawing this talisman would be relatively simple and the probability of error very low.

This talisman was called the Nightmare Wood and was listed as a third-grade talisman in the "Talisman Creation Treasure Book," the most complex creation talisman that Chen Shi in his Nascent Soul Realm could draw.

To draw this talisman, many unusual materials were needed, including the shed skin of a Demon as a catalyst, and ghost spirits distilled into a liquid mixed with morning dew to grind the vermillion, allowing for the drawing.

However, the Creation Treasure Book also stated that if one had a pen able to connect the mortal world with the underworld, these materials were unnecessary, though the power of the Nightmare Wood drawn with such a pen would be somewhat reduced.

The fortune teller’s voice was hoarse, "You’re letting me go?"

Chen Shi instructed, "I have left a talisman named Nightmare Wood on your chest. Upon returning to the Banshan Sect, immediately find your Sect Master and ask the best Talisman Master to break this talisman. I give you three hours; do not delay."

The fortune teller shivered and hurriedly ran at full speed, his footsteps as swift as flying, and quickly disappeared.

Chen Shi’s fingertips trembled slightly, and a great fire flew out, setting the bodies on the ground ablaze, reducing them to ashes.

He then cleanly disposed of the other two bodies in the village to prevent them from becoming Evil Spirits under the moonlight, then walked towards A Zhuo’s house amid the horrified stares of the villagers.

The woman A Ying, seeing him kill, was scared out of her wits, had already locked the door, hidden in the yard, and trembled while embracing her two children.

She heard a knock at the door, and seeing A Zhuo about to open it, she quickly said, "Qiao Zhuo, don’t open the door! He’s killed!"

A Zhuo said, "Little Ten would do us no harm."

The woman A Ying replied, "He might not harm us, but what about his enemies?"

A Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and then Chen Shi’s voice came from outside, "Uncle A Zhuo, it’s Little Ten. One should bear the consequences of one’s actions; I’ve erred and will bear the consequences myself. I will deal with this matter and will not disturb you any further."

A Zhuo stood behind the door and instructed, "Just go. The descendants of Chen Yindou are not weak; do not tarnish your grandfather’s reputation."

Chen Shi bowed and said, "Uncle, rest assured, I will do my utmost. Aunt, please rest assured, I will not involve you."

The woman A Ying dared not speak.

Chen Shi slipped several silver notes through the crack of the door and said, "Aunt, I have no time to teach Little Hu and Little Wei. Uncle A Zhuo has many things to handle and can’t earn much. Here is some money, take it and find a good private tutor for them, do not delay their education."

He then turned and left.

A Zhuo pulled out the silver notes, and seeing they were of hundred taels each, and easily redeemable at any bank of Wan San bank.

A Zhuo planned to open the door and return them, but the woman A Ying quickly stopped him, saying, "It’s your nephew showing his respect; why not accept it? Without this money, what will your sons use to get an education, to learn to read and write? Depending on your beekeeping earnings, they’ll never set foot in a private school! I don’t expect you to succeed, but we can’t neglect Little Hu and Little Wei!"

A Zhuo thought for a while and said, "I apologize for the hardships you all endure."

Although he was a Yin Commander, which seemed prestigious, it was just for appearance.

The Yin Commander received his salary from the underworld, which was generous but given in paper money that could only be used after death, accumulating merit in the underworld.

This money and merit could not be spent a penny in his lifetime.

To support his family, he had to rely on beekeeping to earn some money.

Regardless of how powerful his cultivation was, how high his status in the underworld, and how prestigious his entrances and exits were, in the mortal world, he was just an ordinary beekeeper, needing to work for daily meals, to earn money.

If he were slightly less kind-hearted, just a tad less, his family wouldn’t be in such poverty.

He could possess endless wealth, beauties, and servants.

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