Above the Great Dao
Chapter 482 - 229: The Third Class of Creation, Nightmare Wood_3

Chapter 482: Chapter 229: The Third Class of Creation, Nightmare Wood_3

But if things were indeed just a bit worse, then he would no longer be the feeble-minded Yin Commander.

Chen Shi arrived on the bridge and found people inspecting the ashes on the ground, who, upon seeing him, hurriedly scattered in all directions.

"Quick, go report to the officials!" someone shouted.

Chen Shi reached out from afar and grabbed, the person made a whooshing sound as he was pulled through the air and landed in front of Chen Shi, so frightened that his limbs went soft and he dared not move.

Chen Shi said, "What’s your village called?"

"Shuikou Village." The villager was trembling with fear.

Chen Shi raised his hand pointing in the direction the fortune teller had fled to and asked, "Walking that way, what place is it?"

"Luhua Village."

"Further beyond that."

"Yuanmu Town. Even further and it’s Niandu City."

Chen Shi nodded lightly, released the villager, and took out a small silver ingot to place in his hand, saying, "My name is Chen Shi, from Qianyang Mountain of Xinxiang, Chen Shi of Xin Xiang Province in Gongzhou Province, the top scholar of both provinces. Those four were killed by me, it’s got nothing to do with anyone else. When you report to the officials, make sure you clarify it."

The villager nodded repeatedly.

"Go quickly, report to the officials."

Chen Shi waved his hand and said, "Make it clear, it’s the top scholar Chen Shi, not the regular scholar Chen Shi!"

The villager clutched the silver and trotted off.

Since he had silver in hand, he ran much faster than the others who went to report the crime.

Chen Shi walked towards Niandu unhurriedly.

The fortune teller didn’t dare to stop for a moment and rushed straight towards Niandu. Upon arrival, he didn’t care for anything else, barged into the Banshan Sect’s local office in the city, shouting, "Save me—"

The entire Banshan Sect was startled by his commotion, they all came out to look at him.

Saintess Xuan and the Baili Mu Sect Master of the Banshan Sect also rushed over upon hearing the news, only to see the fortune teller standing in the midst of the crowd, surrounded by people who were looking at him with concern, incessantly asking him what happened.

The fortune teller shouted loudly, suddenly tearing open his shirt and saying, "The others are all dead, that sword-snatching kid planted a talisman on me! It’s going to take my life in three hours! Half an hour has already passed!"

On his chest, the crimson Nightmare Wood Talisman was strikingly visible.

This talisman, exceptionally complex in construction, was imprinted on his body and seemed to be a living creature; its roots were continuously wriggling, burrowing into his body, seemingly drawing out his Qi-Blood, treating him like human-shaped fertilizer.

"Back off, everyone!"

Several Talisman Masters of the Banshan Sect with profound knowledge in talismans came forward, pushing through the crowd. One of the Talisman Masters, upon seeing this talisman, was startled and quickly asked, "Did the one who planted this talisman tell you what it is?"

The fortune teller said, "He said it’s called Nightmare Wood."

The Talisman Master’s complexion changed slightly and said, "A third-rank talisman of the Southern Sect, Nightmare Wood! That someone could actually refine such a talisman is impressive, truly impressive!"

He pulled down the fortune teller’s lower eyelid, revealing numerous small, writhing roots within the whites of his eyes.

He pointed a finger at the fortune teller’s brow, the fortune teller’s body trembled, and the shrine behind his head leapt out, revealing also many roots between the shrine and the jade pillow point!

Everyone gasped at the sight.

Such a talisman was nothing short of a demon’s doing!

The Talisman Master checked the fortune teller’s Nascent Soul, seeing it seated in the void within the shrine untouched by roots, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness the Nascent Soul isn’t ensnared. If the Nascent Soul was also tangled by the roots, the Nightmare Wood’s maturation rate would dramatically increase. Upon instant eruption, I fear that no one below the Divinity Transformation Realm could escape!"

Baili Mu asked, "Can it be undone?"

The Talisman Master smiled faintly and said, "Sect Master, if the cultivation of this man’s talismans were above mine, then undoing his talisman would be extremely perilous, but he’s just a kid, not hard to deal with his talismans."

He immediately prepared cinnabar, Black Dog Blood, and other such materials, ready to break the talisman.

Baili Mu breathed a sigh of relief and asked the fortune teller, "Where did you encounter the sword-snatching person?"

"Shuikou Village."

Baili Mu’s gaze flashed and he said faintly, "Shuikou Village, huh? Good!"

He turned and walked out, with a group of skilled Banshan Sect members quickly following him, while behind them, the Talisman Master began inscribing with his brush on the fortune teller’s chest, commencing to break the talisman.

Suddenly, Baili Mu felt a heart-palpitating aura coming from behind and hastily turned around, only to see the fortune teller’s body suddenly swell and burst, a monstrous tree emerged from within, rupturing his body and growing in all directions.

The whooshing sound of the branches breaking through the air was heard; the entrance hall was thrown into chaos, branches pierced the backs of the skulls of the fleeing members of the Banshan Sect.

One by one, the Banshan Sect’s experts were struck, lifted into the air, more roots and branches growing from the backs of their heads.

Fear was etched on their faces as they fell into an endless nightmare.

"Save me! Someone save me!"

The Talisman Master who was breaking the Nightmare Wood Talisman showed a look of horror, his head pierced by a tendril, he shouted, "My nightmare, it’s so terrifying!"

— It’s the end of the month, seeking a monthly ticket for the Path of Dao!