Tiger Might Immortal Master, Purple Pavilion Wanderer

Tiger Might Mountain Tiger Might Stronghold Mountain.

Decades ago, a ferocious tiger roamed Tiger Might Mountain, often devouring people. Later, a celestial master descended and subdued the tiger, bringing peace to Tiger Might Stronghold.

After decades of development, there are now hundreds of villagers.

The villagers are simple and kind. Grateful for the immortal master's kindness, they always share a portion of their harvest from farming and hunting with Tiger Might Mountain. This is partly to repay the kindness, and partly to keep the immortal master there to protect Tiger Might Stronghold.

It is unclear whether the offerings were effective or the immortal master took pity on us.

For decades afterward, the immortal master actually settled down on Tiger Might Mountain. If the villagers were attacked by ferocious beasts that they couldn't handle, the immortal master would descend the mountain to intervene and use his Divine Ability to kill the beasts.

The villagers revered the immortal master even more.

His honorific title is 'Immortal Master Tiger Might'.

Whenever a newborn is born, the name is bestowed by the Immortal Master Tiger Might as "Shangfu" (meaning "great blessing").

A dozen miles away from Tiger Might Stronghold, there is a low hill, the burial place of the villagers. The villagers have lived in the mountains for generations, and outsiders even call them mountain barbarians.

They didn't care much about matters such as burial.

Villagers who die of old age, illness, or are killed by wild animals are abandoned on this low hill and buried haphazardly.

Therefore, it was called a 'Mass Burial Mound'.

As night fell.

A chilling wind howled through the Mass Burial Mound. The howling wind created strange noises in the forest, which the villagers mistook for the wailing of ghosts, and dared not approach at night.

But on this day, in the pitch-black night, a figure flickered.

Take a closer look.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with long, flowing hair and strange patterns painted on his face.

An ordinary person would be terrified at the sight of it.

The man ignored the howling wind.

Standing before a new grave, they solemnly burned incense and offered sacrifices.

This fragrance is peculiar; it cannot be extinguished by the wind and emits a unique aroma.

After the prayer, before the incense had burned out, the man in black robes placed a section of vine that had been cut from a tree beforehand on the grave mound.

After inserting it, the man immediately began chanting incantations.

Then, the vines on the grave mound began to grow naturally and at an extremely fast speed.

When the vines grew lush and verdant, the man in black robes muttered incoherently, brandishing a peach wood sword. He then took out a yellow talisman from his robes, chanted incantations, and burned it.

While chanting incantations, he wielded a peach wood sword to cut off a small section of vine from the grave mound. He then took out a carving knife from his bosom and sculpted it into a small wooden puppet about an inch and a half tall. He then painted the child's facial features with ink and cinnabar.

This is how it is done.

It happened to be midnight.

The man in black robes looked up, a strange smile appearing on his eerie face. He put the small wooden puppet into a Glazed Vial and then let out a mournful cry in all directions.

Four gusts of cold wind flew in from all directions and surrounded the man in black robes.

The man in black robes held out Glazed Vial, and four wisps of yin wind, exuding joy, rushed into it.

"Ooh~"

Soon, a strange, chilling sound came from inside the bottle.

The man in black robes held Glazed Vial, a smile playing on his lips. Against the backdrop of strange noises, a chilling wind, and the darkness of night, he appeared incredibly eerie and terrifying.

They were about to leave.

At this moment—

"I wondered what a Miaofa it was, but it turns out to be just a minor technique for raising ghosts."

A sound came from deep within the forest.

"Who?!"

The smile on the man in black robes vanished abruptly. He looked toward the source of the voice and shouted, his face filled with vigilance.

Lu Qingfeng emerged from the woods, slightly disappointed.

I initially thought it was some profound method of commanding ghosts, but it turns out to be nothing more than the most inferior technique for raising yin spirits, utterly unworthy of mention. Not to mention anything else, the Seven Baleful Banner alone surpasses this method by countless degrees.

Who are you?

The man in black robes looked at Lu Qingfeng and asked in a deep voice.

Appearing silently and alone, he was no ordinary person. In the pitch-black night, judging from his appearance, he seemed to be just a teenager.

I became increasingly vigilant.

"Don't panic, don't panic."

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

Lu Qingfeng waved his hand, stepped forward and stood in front of the man in black robes, and chuckled.

"What is it?"

The man in black robes gripped the Glazed Vial tightly, and when he saw Lu Qingfeng step forward, he took several steps back.

Lu Qingfeng chuckled, unconcerned, and asked directly, "Do you know where the way out is among these towering mountains? In this land, who else possesses such extraordinary abilities as you?"

It's difficult to achieve anything amidst the towering mountains.

Ordinary villagers live only a few miles away and are completely isolated from information.

More than two months after Lu Qingfeng left the Rebirth Pool, he encountered ordinary villages, but his inquiries yielded no results. This man in black robes, however, was the first extraordinary individual with some skill he had met.

After observing for a while, he showed up and inquired.

He planned to leave the mountains and explore the major human cities and kingdoms. However, before that, it would be ideal to make more contact with figures like the black-robed man before him, and to witness and become familiar with the methods of combat in the Heavenly Shaman Realm.

You can see the whole leopard through a tube.

This will allow you to understand something and be prepared.

Lu Qingfeng asked aloud, but the man in black robes remained hidden in the darkness, seemingly deep in thought.

A moment of silence followed.

Only the eerie winds continued to blow, and only the Glazed Vial in the black-robed man's hand continued to wail.

But after a moment of silence.

Lu Qingfeng saw the black-robed man suddenly smile strangely, and the eerie sound from the Glazed Vial abruptly stopped. He blew into the bottle's mouth, and immediately four wisps of yin wind emerged and disappeared into the darkness.

What is this for?

Lu Qingfeng immediately smiled.

The black-robed man had been silent for a while, presumably waiting for the little demon in the Glazed Vial to finish feeding. His entire skill set was clearly contained within the Glazed Vial. He would strike as soon as the opportunity arose.

He's quite a formidable character.

"Playing tricks!"

"Let's see what I can do!"

The man in black robes had a hoarse voice, like the scraping of rust, which disturbed people's peace of mind.

Lu Qingfeng stared at the black robe, feeling a piercing light in its eyes that seemed to shine upon him. He immediately felt a sense of emptiness, as if his heart were adrift, as if he were blinded, adrift and without purpose.

Immediately afterwards, the scene before my eyes seemed to vanish without a trace.

It was truly bizarre.

"This technique is quite interesting."

Radiance appeared in Lu Qingfeng's eyes, and the void before him shattered instantly. With a thought, countless Sword Qi surged from his mind, slashing fiercely towards an unknown part of his body—

"Snap!"

Once the mind is freed from its constraints, clarity is restored.

"So fast?!"

With his Technique Method broken, the black-robed man's eyes dimmed, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. This technique was powerful and had always been his trump card. When he encountered fellow practitioners, as long as their strength was not too much greater than his, they would be blinded and left at his mercy.

Very few managed to escape.

The black-robed man was greatly surprised that Lu Qingfeng had broken through his defenses so easily.

"Four spirits, aid me in battle!"

We dare not slack off.

As the man in black robes Hand Seals hand seals, four wisps of yin wind burst forth from the Glazed Vial, circling around and surrounding Lu Qingfeng.

It contains a strong Yin Qi that directly impacts the mind and spirit.

At the same time.

The black-robed man's eyes gleamed, and a sharp cry rang out in his heart—

"Karmic Obstruction — Heaven-Shrouding!"

Lu Qingfeng suddenly felt a thin veil covering him, severing his connection with heaven and earth. Like a rootless duckweed, he was unable to cast Technique Method.

"Interesting."

"Interesting."

Lu Qingfeng became genuinely interested.

I originally thought this person only possessed the Technique Method of raising ghosts and had only appeared to inquire about the surrounding situation; I was not interested in his methods.

But at this moment, the black-robed man made a series of moves, which made Lu Qingfeng's face light up with joy.

Leaving aside the art of ghosts and spirits, these two Technique Method alone are truly ingenious.

"The Vajra Spell!"

Lu Qingfeng circulated his True Qi, and a hazy Golden Light shimmered around his body, as if he were protected by Vajra guardians and divine generals chanting incantations.

The veil instantly vanished, returning to the world.

"Karmic Obstruction — Earth-Obscuring!"

The man in black gritted his teeth, bloodshot eyes, and cast another Technique Method.

Lu Qingfeng 'Dantian surged with True Qi, seemingly about to fall silent. His physical body and soul were on the verge of destruction. However, the Vajra Spell ultimately prevailed. His True Qi surged, his physical body and soul strengthened, and he broke through the Technique Method.

"Four Spirits, grant amnesty!"

The man in black robes looked grim, knowing he had met his match. His hands moved in a series of hand seals, and he chanted incessantly.

Finally, it was no longer retained.

Lu Qingfeng stood in the middle.

Four gusts of cold wind swept in, which were actually four ghostly spirits.

"Little Doyle!"

Lu Qingfeng glared angrily, his body motionless, only his body shimmering with Golden Light.

"Ah!"

"Wow!"

The four ghostly figures cried out in terror, but like a gentle spring breeze and a refreshing rain, they instantly vanished into the void.

Minor paths are ultimately minor paths.

Compared to Transcendent-Grade Spell, they are worlds apart.

"Puff!"

The black-robed man had only suffered mental exhaustion from the destruction of the three previous Technique Method. But the destruction of the Yin ghost nurtured by his spiritual Essence Blood was the real catastrophe.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured on the spot!

"Snap!"

The Glazed Vial in his hand shattered with a crash, and the man in black robes collapsed to his knees, his face showing extreme heartache. Decades of refining had finally resulted in this Glazed Vial, now containing four Yin Ghosts.

He thought to himself that if he returned to his old temple, he would have a place there.

Today, however, it is completely destroyed and reduced to nothing.

The blow to the soul is far more deadly than the blow to the body.

The man in black robes knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the broken Glazed Vial, momentarily forgetting that a formidable enemy stood before him.

"A broken Law Artifact and a few insignificant little devils, are they really worth being so heartbroken over?"

Lu Qingfeng shook his head, indicating that he had gained a deeper understanding of the Age of Declining Dharma.

Spiritual practice has ceased here.

Judging from the black-robed man's cultivation level, there was only a faint Qi Sensation from him.

If judged by Internal Breath, he might only be comparable to a mid-stage Fetal Embryonic Breath Realm cultivator. However, with the four Yin Ghosts he has cultivated for decades, and the three Technique Method he just used, he might even be able to defeat a Sunset Glow Sect True Qi Realm cultivator from the Falling Clouds Sect.

"This world does indeed have its merits."

Lu Qingfeng was delighted.

While defeating the strong with the weak isn't the right path, it still has some advantages. It seems this life is worth lingering a little longer to learn more.

"A broken Law Artifact?"

"A good-for-nothing brat?"

The man in black robes was deep in sorrow when he suddenly heard Lu Qingfeng speak, and he was immediately startled, exclaiming, "What arrogance!"

Tiger Might Mountain.

Lu Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the Daoist temple on the mountain. He entered and exited three times, displaying a rather imposing air.

"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself."

Lu Qingfeng looked at the person in front of him and smiled.

"I've made my master laugh at me."

"This is all thanks to the warm hospitality of the villagers at the Tiger Might Mountain, who made this promise on my behalf. I couldn't refuse, so I had no choice but to accept it."

Hermit Purple Pavilion smiled obsequiously, his expression somewhat fawning, which, combined with his pale face and eerie markings, made him appear rather unsettling.

Lu Qingfeng glanced at the man's appearance and chuckled inwardly.

The old man, now dressed in a purple robe, was the same black-robed man that Lu Qingfeng had subdued in the Mass Burial Mound earlier.

At the Mass Burial Mound, Hermit Purple Pavilion was quite decisive in both his actions and his subjugation.

Now he's being so obsequious; he's truly a two-faced person.

They have quite a few hidden agendas.

Lu Qingfeng was completely lost in the Heavenly Shaman Realm, deep within the mountains, with no idea where he could find his way out. Hermit Purple Pavilion possessed considerable skill and lived a long life; sparing his life was far more worthwhile than killing him.

Furthermore,

Given Lu Qingfeng's strength and his pre-existing precautions, no matter what the little Hermit Purple Pavilion was thinking, he couldn't cause any trouble.

In Mass Burial Mound.

Seeing Lu Qingfeng's formidable strength and wanting to save his own life, Hermit Purple Pavilion immediately bowed and prostrated himself, easily subduing him.

After subduing him, Lu Qingfeng learned that this person secretly cultivated Yin ghosts, practicing methods that damaged one's virtue. On the surface, he was actually a respected immortal master worshipped by a village, and was known as the 'Immortal Master Tiger Might'.

To protect the region.

Although merits and demerits cannot offset each other, when he descends to the Underworld, Hermit Purple Pavilion will be judged by the rulers of the Underworld, and Lu Qingfeng will not act on his behalf.

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