The Ritual Altar Breaks the Art, the Art Breaks the Ritual Altar

At first, Chu Tianshu did not suspect Fang Tai.

After all, a person with a bad temper and character is not necessarily evil in their stance.

The good and evil of most people are like black and white sesame seeds mixed together; even if a reflection appears, it's hard to say which side is better.

The difference in personality between the Spirit Realm captives captured in reality and the missing humans is quite rare.

For example, that thief, posing as a city management officer, showed no fear after changing environments, continued his old habits, and quickly started committing crimes, which led to his rapid exposure. He was quite a peculiar character.

Someone Qian Jin, who can rise to the rank of centurion, is certainly not lacking in thoughtful consideration.

He knew that he had already escaped to the mortal world, and his best option was to remain unchanged and pretend as much as possible. However, he still couldn't stand the situation at Fuchuan Aquatic Products and immediately took action to rectify it.

This is another example.

Perhaps that's why they were among the first to be swapped.

According to Chu Tianshu's observations along the way, there was no significant difference between ordinary humans and the Fangfeng Clan members.

They are all creatures that, given a suitable environment and proper guidance, have the opportunity to showcase their best qualities.

However, during the treatment of Fang Tai, he vaguely felt that something was amiss.

Because removing the sword energy was easier than he had expected.

The sword energy of the Ghost Mother Clan leader had reached the point where yin and yang were intertwined.

Its foundation ultimately lies in its sinister side, with yin and yang intertwined. In other words, this kind of sword energy has an essential attraction for creatures with a masculine nature.

If this kind of knife were used against creatures in the real world, its lethality would be even greater.

As for the vast majority of spirits and monsters in the Spirit Realm, they also possess masculine qualities.

The Fangfeng Clan people are very similar to real humans. According to ancient records, there are even cases of interbreeding, and they do not even have reproductive isolation.

The sword of the Ghost Mother Clan leader would be no less effective in restraining such a person's physique.

Fang Tai's situation is not in line with normal circumstances.

This only shows that the yang energy in his soul is even lower than that of ordinary Fangfeng Clan who have not entered the Taboo.

Taking advantage of the moment he lowered his head, Chu Tianshu opened his Heavenly Eye and sensed with all his might!

Fang Tai suddenly experienced a surprising change in his new perspective.

His whole being resembled a slightly melted wax figure, with many of his physical features subtly adjusted.

The hair strands became thinner, but were all jet black and greasy, with the scalp exposed between the hair roots being a completely white expanse.

Through the surface, the sensory perception reveals that the various vital organs in the brain have turned a deathly gray, yet they are still gurgling and trembling slightly.

Especially the pineal gland, which looked like a ginkgo nut soaking in spoiled porridge.

"My lord?"

Fang Tai looked up, his face deathly pale, his eyes, as white as rotten bayberries, seemed to hold a hint of doubt, "Why haven't you started the needles yet?"

Chu Tianshu had already closed his Heavenly Eye the instant before Chu Tianshu raised his face.

But the lingering senses still allowed me to see that nauseating true face.

"Don't rush."

Chu Tianshu remained composed, his expression calm and unchanging. "It's not the best time to insert the needles yet."

"If the Dean feels uncomfortable from bowing his head, please sit here for a while. I'll rest too."

He sat on a chair nearby, his left hand resting on a small table beside him, his fingertips tapping lightly.

At this moment, Fang Tai's appearance had returned to normal in his field of vision. His White Rainbow, and pupils were all normal, and his complexion was even rosy, better than when he first saw him looking sick.

Fang Tai had no doubts. He felt much more relaxed and couldn't help but tilt his head back, close his eyes, and breathe deeply, feeling a sense of enjoyment.

The Bai He transmitted its voice, "Any discoveries?"

"Heh, not human."

Chu Tianshu replied with a "hehe," without a trace of a smile.

"His disguise is superb. Even at close range, I didn't realize he was healing an Evil Spirit... damn it!!!"

He felt extremely sad when he thought about it.

Humans can be good or bad, and spirits can be good or bad, but Evil Spirit are different.

All beasts that transform into Evil Spirit are bloodless and tearless creatures whose duty is to harm innocent lives.

Their empathy seemed feigned, and their screams sounded fake.

Using their pre-transformation memories as tools, the only real pleasure they experience is devouring other living beings.

"If this Evil Spirit before us is just some low-level creature that slipped in during the battle between the water demons and Long Continent, then so be it."

"If he has another powerful force behind him, or if the Earth Beam Palace itself is not clean, then it's not just a small problem of the upper echelons being arrogant."

Chu Tianshu said, "Senior He, I don't know much about the altar. Are you confident that you can block communication between this altar and the outside world?"

The Bai He paused for a moment to ponder.

"After discovering that the Mountain-Crossing Centipede was a mobile altar, I have been observing and estimating it. It seems that every corner of this Eighteen Camps town is an altar."

"The one who wields power here likely possesses abilities far exceeding their actual capabilities, both in combat and communications."

"Even if I use my secret technique, I can only cut off communication for three to five seconds at most, and that only cuts off communication; it cannot seal the power of his altar."

Communication is a very sophisticated means; with a little clever interference, it can be made to disconnect from the transmission target.

However, the blessing of the altar's power can be very forceful and swift.

"Tianshu, why not take it slow and figure out a way to lure it out? Let's find a secluded spot..."

Three seconds is enough.

Chu Tianshu simply said, "Senior, please prepare to make your move."

During the telepathic exchange, Chu Tianshu's left hand, resting on the table, was gently tapping with its index finger.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The skin on my fingertips bounced off the table, tapping lightly and rhythmically.

He was still holding a silver needle in his right hand.

Fang Tai initially thought he was just keeping track of time, but after listening for a while, he found the sound rather annoying.

"My lord, how much longer do I have to wait before you give me another acupuncture to completely eliminate the pain?"

The skies above the town of Eighteen Camps.

The Xianhe flew higher and higher, until it reached an extremely high altitude where its body seemed to hover, and a long string of incantations came from its mouth.

The secret incantation was like a song, like the patter of rain, like the cacophony of birds.

Its neck was raised, and its wings were slowly spread out, with every feather on its wings displayed to the fullest extent.

The Xianhe's enormous shadow enveloped the entire lower courtyard of the Earth Beam Palace.

But this shadow was very faint.

So subtle that neither the guards on duty, nor the original men of the Eighteen Camps, nor the golden-spear guards brought by the Dean, noticed anything amiss.

The guards with golden spears standing outside the hall could see the flowers in the courtyard.

The flowers remained vibrant even in the sunlight.

However, these guards with golden spears suddenly heard a voice.

Despair!!!

Their bodies suddenly straightened even more, but their eyes seemed out of sync, the left and right eyes no longer moving in unison, darting around randomly a couple of times, their expressions becoming blank.

That light tap had already knocked the golden-spear guards around the hall into a brief, unconscious coma.

"... It's painless?"

Inside the hall.

Fang Tai was startled as soon as he finished speaking.

The iron ruler on the altar behind him suddenly twisted and shot into his back, becoming part of his body.

This treasure is the repository of all the authority over the altars in the Eighteen Camps towns and villages.

It was during the construction of these towns that all the incantations and diagrams were used as the foundation, and were forged under the joint supervision of the Heavenly Officials and Earthly Sovereigns.

Back then, when facing the leader of the Ghost Mother Clan, although he possessed this iron ruler, he was not on the corresponding territory, so he could not exert the wonderful effect of the altar's blessing.

Here in the town of Eighteen Camps, even if he faced that Ghost Mother Clan commander again, he was confident he could... withstand several more rounds and find a chance to escape!

The iron ruler itself has a more ingenious use than this, being more perceptive, more comprehensive, and more powerful.

Therefore, Fang Tai can rest assured that the newly found Night Wanderer Clan Doctor will treat his illness while he is with the Iron Ruler.

If the method used is poisonous, or if the needle is inserted with the intention of taking advantage of the situation to stimulate vital points, the iron ruler will naturally retaliate.

In short, Fang Tai did not believe that Chu Tianshu could pose a threat to his safety.

However, just as the essence of the iron ruler flashed into the body like lightning,...

Chu Tianshu flicked out the silver needle with his right hand.

A silver needle is flicked out, followed by a process of interlocking the thumb and middle finger and tightening the grip.

This tightening.

The light in the entire room seemed to be uncontrollably drawn towards it, fading and pulling all other scenes away, leaving only the right hand standing out as the focal point.

When that silver needle popped out.

The tense atmosphere suddenly erupted.

Everything was highlighted with crystal clarity, and the entire room seemed many times larger than before.

The expansion of space is, of course, an illusion.

Chu Tianshu snapped his fingers, and then erupted.

It gives the entire hall a sense of vitality, as if everything within it is radiating new life.

Roof, beams, pillars, copper lamps, vases, green plants, floor tiles.

Even the tiny dust particles floating in the air become clearer and more textured at this moment.

A silvery light, as thin as an unprecedented bolt of cold lightning, pierced through the dust and struck Fang Tai's forehead.

Fang Tai's eyes widened in anger, and for a moment he genuinely doubted whether he had been struck by a silver needle.

Instead, he was struck at full speed by a condensed centipede train.

Even with the iron ruler protecting him and the power of the altar supporting him, his body couldn't help but tremble, and a large splash of water erupted from behind his head.

It is crystal clear, full of moisture, and shaped like a morning glory.

He also heard a mournful cry that only he could understand.

It seemed that the entire foundation of the lower courtyard of the Earth Beam Palace was shaken by this attack, causing a crack to appear along the central axis of the hall.

This is the "Leakless Mystic Art" level of Yuan Qi attainment, imitating the techniques of "The Stone Flower Colorless Palm".

Dehydration of the brain caused Fang Tai to become confused.

The earth's foundation was shaken, leaving Fang Tai terrified and disoriented.

But his body was still propelled by the iron ruler, and he launched a counterattack.

It was almost like the instinctive rebound of an iron ruler after being attacked.

Fang Tai's right hand was already raised, the iron ruler like a sword bursting from his palm, his five fingers loose, as if he were holding a sword, yet as if he wasn't holding it firmly.

Undoubtedly, the power of this sword strike had merged with the foundation of the altar and Fang Tai himself.

After Chu Tianshu flicked out that needle, he left his seat and teleported close to Fang Tai.

He was somewhat surprised that his opponent, in this state, could still deliver such a heavy and precise thrust.

When Chu Tianshu moved at high speed, the protective Gang Qi around his body resembled an ellipsoid.

This thrust was as if the ellipsoid had been precisely measured and meticulously calculated.

The ruler struck a point that was bound to break.

Everything has its weaknesses, but Chu Tianshu's Gang Qi is constantly circulating, and the weak points shift and change extremely quickly.

Even if Fang Tai were to rack his brains, he couldn't possibly have detected this weakness.

Unfortunately, in these Eighteen Camps towns, every place was a ritual altar.

Chu Tianshu was inside the altar.

Every inch and every part of the surrounding environment was collecting the movement of his Gang Qi flow, analyzing his dynamics, and reflecting it on the iron ruler.

Therefore, the iron ruler struck directly, shattering his Gang Qi and piercing towards his left kidney.

But at that moment, Chu Tianshu's left hand also suddenly flipped and rotated, his palm vibrating out and slapping onto the ruler.

The iron ruler itself was merely frozen in place.

Six or seven meters below the floor of the hall, a series of muffled cracking sounds emanated.

The air in most of the courtyards of this mansion, like hot soup and mist, suddenly surged and collided, crackling and popping repeatedly.

Those outside were startled, feeling as if a hundred or two thunderbolts had suddenly exploded in the mansion.

The altar can capture every detail of Chu Tianshu's battle from all angles.

However, Chu Tianshu can also detect the rigid and flexible waveforms of this environment.

The palm strike on the iron ruler briefly disrupted the aura of the entire environment.

The iron ruler froze for a moment, about to be launched at an angle.

Chu Tianshu clenched his fists and, with lightning speed, grabbed the handle of the iron ruler.

He gripped the iron ruler in reverse with his left hand, striking Fang Tai with the handle, while his right thumb protruded and swung it horizontally.

The ruler handle and the thumb struck Fang Tai's temples almost simultaneously.

Buzz!!!

Emerald-colored ripples surged and flowed endlessly into Fang Tai's mind.

(End of this chapter)