Great Yuan's Imperial Preceptor

There is a neighborhood near the sea in Busan.

The houses along the entire street are built according to the terrain, presenting a distinct slope, and neither the residences nor the shops are built too high.

At dusk, inside a medium-sized white house with its own courtyard.

The woman in red stood in front of the large window on the second floor, gazing out at the outside world.

"Five Taboo auras..."

The woman in red whispered, "Besides the two of us, were the other five all involved in that battle just now?"

The room behind the woman was originally a living room, but it has now been furnished as a study.

There was a bookcase in the corner of the room, and a large table in the middle was covered with papers, pens, and ink.

Suluduo sat on the sofa next to the bookshelf, his hands resting flat on his knees, his back straight, and his eyes closed as he carefully sensed the surroundings.

"Of these five auras, two disappeared abruptly; they've probably been eliminated."

Suluduo's complexion was not good, with some shadows on his cheeks. His pupils shifted as he looked at the woman in red.

"Lady Wang, if the remaining three have already formed an alliance, then heading there now might be the best opportunity."

"They've just been through a major battle; they must be quite exhausted, and some of them should even be wounded."

The woman in red was bestowed the Lady of Han, but her original surname was Wang. Upon hearing this, she simply shook her head.

If those three were truly seriously injured, I know I should hide; going there would be pointless.

If those three are in good condition and stay where they are, then the two of us going over there would be asking for a beating.

"Don't always focus on the Seven Souls expert themselves."

Lady Wang smiled and said, "In this battle, the biggest weakness is ultimately those Incense-Bearing Child."

"It's been over twenty days. I've been drawing talismans every day, and you've been planting them outside. The talismans have already spread outwards from the most bustling part of the city center."

Busan's area is only 769 square kilometers, and its overall terrain resembles a ship. We only have the two pointed ends left to be placed, and we haven't laid the spells yet.

"Once we've set up that area and the entire rune array is functioning perfectly, then we can risk provoking Seven Souls expert."

Lady Wang spoke slowly, walked back to the table, held a calligraphy brush in one hand, and gently smoothed the tangled bristles of the brush tip with the other, a smile gradually appearing on her lips.

"At that time, when the Incense-Bearing Child is borrowed for a special purpose, and suddenly experiences rejection from reality, the talisman array can help us sense this abnormal phenomenon and determine the child's location."

Although facing three opponents with only two men, they had little chance of winning, but were confident of a safe retreat.

Lady Wang was not one to back down from trouble. Having cultivated her magic to this level, she was not lacking in the tenacity to fight to the death when the time came.

However, she was unwilling to fight recklessly without adequate preparation.

This is quite different from Suluduo's style of doing things.

The reason why Suluduo was able to dominate Borneo for thirty years was not only because he was in the right place at the right time, but also because he was courageous.

However, he eventually rose to prominence, and some strategists and advisors came to his aid, and they were willing to listen to his advice.

After seeing him nod slightly, Lady Wang closed her eyes and resumed her meditation, feeling rather bored.

Qiongqi has ox horns on its head, resembles a tiger, has wings and can fly, and understands human speech.

This ferocious beast, upon seeing people fighting, will devour the righteous party; upon seeing someone honest and doing good deeds, it will bite off that person's nose.

On the contrary, when it sees evil people, this ferocious beast will be very happy and will specially bring its prey to them to help them succeed.

Lady Wang's natural talents perfectly matched those described in "Qiongqi Writings." Back then, when she practiced cultivation under the guise of Qin Hui, Zhao Gou, and others, she often felt joy in her heart whenever there were secret plots.

Although Suluduo was ruthless and formidable, in Lady Wang's eyes, he was not as quick-witted as Qin Hui.

It's a real shame that we can't have as much conversation as we can make the plans more detailed, which takes away a lot of the fun.

"Very well, when we finally get rid of this person, there's no need to regret it."

Lady Wang knew that although Suluduo didn't say it, he was probably waiting for that moment in his heart as well.

She tossed aside the ordinary calligraphy brush in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, drew out her natal magical artifact.

Drawing talismans requires the right timing, location, and people. The deeper one's mastery of talismanic arts, the more relaxed the external conditions become.

However, even experts in this field retain some habits of adjusting themselves to better adapt to their environment.

For example, observe the position of the sun and moon outside the window and adjust your stance, orientation, and pen height behind the desk.

With her Lady Wang glanced outside at the time of day.

The setting sun seemed to be exerting its last bit of heat, painting the western sky with patches of rosy hues.

Amidst the golden sea of clouds, a bright red sun stands out.

As Lady Wang looked up, the entire red sun was reflected in her eyes. Suddenly, her breathing slowed, and she felt that something was amiss.

The sun was directly overhead, and there seemed to be a tiny black dot on it.

Those were spots of sunlight, or perhaps a little sparrow just passing through the clouds?

Or was it because the naked eye was looking directly at the sun and mistook a small stain on the window for a point at midday?

Or perhaps...

It is as if someone, on their way to this place, always aligns with the angle of the setting sun, a perfect match made in nature, moving alongside the sun.

Neither of the two major Taboo in the house noticed anything amiss beforehand.

When Lady Wang could see that something was wrong.

The black dot suddenly magnified and reached the window.

A large hole in the glass, shaped like a human, appeared, but there was no sound of glass breaking.

The man deliberately paused as he walked in.

So that the tiny sound, like popcorn being bitten, could be clearly heard, accompanied by the dust that rose from his side.

The glass he touched instantly turned into fine powder, without any cracking sound.

The glass that he didn't directly touch remained completely unaffected by the force, remaining clear and flawless, and of course, silent.

This was an elderly man of medium height, with a full head of silver hair, a yellow face, and no beard, wearing a wide-sleeved ancient robe.

His face was thin, with prominent brow bones and cheekbones.

His large eyes, even with the shadows of his brow bones, remained bright, while the shadows on his cheekbones added to his imposing presence.

Such a face, such a pair of eyes.

Suluduo by his gaze and suddenly lunged forward, throwing a punch.

This room is far too small for a master of Taboo arts.

Moreover, Suluduo's advantage lies in his speed.

When this Borneo overlord moves, from the sofa to the window, it's almost like a teleportation attack.

The silver-haired old man also threw a punch at the same time, so fast that his fist was almost invisible.

It was as if a huge, powerful force suddenly slammed into Suluduo's fist.

Suluduo flying backward with a thud, landing back on his original sofa, his face filled with astonishment, his right hand trembling so badly he couldn't clench his fist.

If it's a fist-to-fist exchange, the speeds are about the same.

However, his punches were completely overwhelmed by the silver-haired old man's punches.

The scary thing is, it was just a tiny bit too much.

They pushed him back onto the sofa, but didn't destroy it.

Was this the best they could muster, or... was it intentional?

Your fist is a mess.

The silver-haired old man flicked his sleeve and reprimanded, "When you throw the first punch, just think about the first punch; when you throw the second punch, just think about the second punch. This is the basic skill of boxing."

"When you throw your first punch, you've already thought of seventy or eighty punches in your mind."

"With such a scattered mind, how can one unleash a punch that is both powerful and swift, capable of subduing all forces?"

He turned his head away and refused to look at Suluduo.

"From now on, you should start practicing the basics again."

The elderly man with silver hair walked step by step toward the desk.

A few beads of sweat appeared on the back of Lady Wang's neck. She composed herself and smiled, "Judging from your words, senior, it seems you haven't come here to kill..."

"Take this punch."

The silver-haired old man raised his hand and threw a punch, which seemed to be a little slower than the punch he had thrown at Suluduo earlier.

Lady Wang could clearly see the punch coming towards her. Her expression changed drastically, and without thinking, she also threw her own punch.

She still held her ritual implement in her right hand, gripping the pen tightly.

The two fists collided, and the tip of the magic brush bloomed like a black bougainvillea flower.

Lady Wang was jolted and crashed into the wall.

The wallpaper cracked from her trembling, leaving a few specks of white wall paint on her red dress.

"How could I possibly fight him?"

Lady Wang suddenly came to her senses, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

She's someone who practices spells and magic, and she clearly had her magic weapon in her hand. Would she be out of her mind to fight someone like that?

But when faced with that punch, she instinctively threw her own fist.

Moreover, as if she had no teacher, she actually transferred the Mind Power originally used for talismans to her own arm.

It was as if, in front of this silver-haired monster, anyone who fought him could only throw punches.

Regardless of what skills were originally learned, they will be temporarily transformed into martial arts techniques.

"Hehehe! It's been hundreds of years since I've had a proper chance to throw a punch."

The silver-haired old man did not attack again. The billowing sleeves of his robe calmed down, the hem of his robe fluttered, the wide sleeves hung low, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You two, having crossed the Taboo, are quite resilient."

"I am the Grand Preceptor of the Mahākāla Great Yuan Dynasty, the orthodox successor of the Maheśvara. From this moment on, you two will work for me."

Suluduo asked in confusion, "Moses?"

"Yes, Mo! Xi!"

The silver-haired old man uttered two emphasizing sounds, and his invisible energy imprinted two characters the size of washbasins on the ground, about an inch deep.

You may call me King Shouluo.

Lady Wang asked in surprise and doubt, "Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, are you also one of the Seven Souls? But what about the five auras from before?"

"Don't you understand? Of those five types of energy, one wasn't one of the Seven Souls chosen."

King Shouluo looked out the window, his expression meaningful.

"That was a Taboo martial artist born into this world!"

(End of this chapter)