Seeing Clearly, Letting Go, Hiding Well, Golden Sparks

Snap!!

The archmage's full head of white hair, the part that fell over his neck, was severed by the Sword Radiance's edge and gently drifted down.

"I've already collected one witch's head, and I don't want to collect a second one for now. Do as I say, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Chu Tianshu's Sword Qi had already seeped into Xiama's body, sealing his Spirit Body.

The Sword Qi, as fine as silk, wrapped the Evil Spirit's body almost like a dumpling. With the slightest contraction, the Evil Spirit suffered unbearable pain and itching.

The monster made of puppets was now frozen in place.

"Order your puppet to capture your accomplice."

Just as Pastor Xitu was rejoicing at Gomorrah's majesty, he suddenly saw a flying star break off its horn, and after breaking, its tail also broke off.

Then Chu Tianshu's words also reached his ears.

The pastor's expression was priceless.

In just a second or two, he experienced a rollercoaster of emotions: shock, fear, slight panic, resentment, shrinking back, and gritting his teeth.

It was as if he had performed a condensed silent film in that brief moment.

After all, he's a pastor who lived through the era of the mustache, so his artistic cultivation is second to none.

They are also very adaptable; it's difficult for others to clearly perceive so many different emotions in a typical person's expression.

"Hahaha, looks like I can't escape."

Pastor Xitu roared, pounding his chest with his fists, and black smoke and ashes immediately spewed out of his ears, nose, and mouth in waves.

It was as if there was a huge flaming furnace inside him, with nine orifices of golden essence, melting and refining four liquids, and engraving the twelve palaces pattern. At this moment, it was pounding ashes and consuming the base fuel, making the fire even more fierce.

In ancient Western martial arts, there is a basic theory that divides the human head, neck, chest, lower abdomen, and other parts into twelve palaces.

Each of the twelve houses has its own path; only by following the right path can you find a smooth road, while going astray will only make your path narrower and narrower, and going the wrong way will lead you to a dead end.

Its mysteries are profound and extensive, and it shares some similarities with the Eastern concept of meridians.

It is also said that there are four kinds of fluids in the human body: black bile, yellow bile, blood, and phlegm, which correspond to the Great Yuan. These four fluids circulate among the twelve palaces and are stirred up by different methods, thus creating heroic and extraordinary powers.

After Pastor Xitu transformed himself into the Flame Demon Clan, the four fluids within his body boiled like magma, thus creating a wonderful balance between water and fire.

By nourishing one's spirit with the elements of water and fire, one's character will naturally not be weak.

Unfortunately, if he had grasped this profound truth while he was still human, he might not have stumbled headlong down the path of Evil Spirit simply because he realized he possessed an innate evil nature.

When water and fire are in harmony, if one cultivates oneself to a high level, one can turn misfortune into good fortune, refine one's bad habits into virtue, and attain a state of open-mindedness, wisdom, peace, and comfort.

However, he only glimpsed this path through the fire of Evil Spirit. Even if he has some merit, he will only sink deeper and deeper into the path of Evil Spirit in the future.

Bang!!

He pounded his chest again and stared directly at Chu Tianshu.

"If you want to kill me, come and try it yourself. I also want to test your swordsmanship!"

As soon as Pastor Xitu finished speaking, he caught sight of someone in the distance, heading this way.

Before he could even make out the figure, he noticed the large, golden-black banner.

"Nie Hongyao's flag?"

The pastor's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, "So this is what you used to find us? That means you're Nie Hongyao's accomplice."

He stared intently at Fang Jun.

Fang Jun stopped in his tracks, and a vein seemed to appear and disappear briefly on his usually handsome and smiling face.

"You're the monster who fought Victor in the manor?"

Fang Jun spoke with a cold expression, "You were the one who lured Hongyao deeper into the mire, coaxing her to peel off her skin, and during that ceremony, you were the one standing by and supervising?!"

Sensing the anger in the flag bearer's heart, the Golden Serpent Banner billowed and swirled like chaotic clouds, its fluttering becoming even more intense.

Wisps of golden flame appeared at the edges of the flag, like tassels.

The flames spread to the flagpole and to Fang Jun.

They were all those tiny, wispy flames, drifting in the wind, like countless golden threads stuck to the surface of the clothes.

Today appears to be a cloudy day, with the sun not yet visible, but the hazy sky is actually formed by sunlight penetrating through the clouds and diffusing.

The Golden Serpent Treasure Banner kills when exposed to light.

It reflects the moonlight, and shines away from the sun.

By harnessing the essence of moonlight, one can create invisible lasers that can sever iron; by harnessing the essence of sunlight, one can create Evil-Warding Li Fire and breaks through qi and qi barriers.

Nie Hongyao was originally a woman, and she practiced evil arts. In her hands, only the essence of moonlight was the most skillfully used.

In Fang Jun's hands, the power of the Sunlight Li Fire to ward off evil shone brightly.

Pastor Xitu had seen Nie Hongyao use this Golden Serpent Banner before, but he had never seen this kind of fire before. Now, he felt that the fire in such a weak junior was still a threat to him, and he was both angry and resentful.

"Nie Hongyao's biggest enemy is Chu Tianshu, isn't he? Everything she did was to take revenge on Chu Tianshu."

"You're her accomplice, able to command the magical artifacts she left behind, yet you stand with the person who hurt her the most. How laughable!"

The pastor demanded sternly, "You actually dare to denounce her henchmen, her allies? What right do you have?"

Wow!!!

The golden light on the banners intensified, and they billowed upwards towards the sky.

"Harm her?"

Fang Jun remained calm, his complex thoughts seemingly contained within the firelight, his gaze growing increasingly clear.

"Who was it that went astray back then? Who dared not offer advice? Who harmed our daughter? Who was right? Who was wrong? Whose heart was right, but whose actions were not? Who has repented, yet still refuses to admit it?"

"All of this—"

His eyes were fixed on the pastor, but not just the pastor; his Adam's apple bobbed, and he exhaled slowly.

"I'm sorry, I've let it all go."

Reverend Xitu had hoped that before he died, he could at least torture and torment the mind of a young man, which would be a bit of fun.

This pastor sometimes enjoys this kind of fun.

But I never expected to hear this.

The pastor frowned. "Huh? You----"

Well, sorry, of course I wasn't saying that to the pastor.

I'm only doing what's in the present moment.

Fang Jun took a dozen steps to the side and quickly stood behind Chu Tianshu, shouting as he went.

"Flame Demon, you have murdered the innocent on more than one occasion; your heinous acts deserve death!"

"According to the United Nations Superpower Archive Regulations, he should also be sentenced to death; his crime is unforgivable!"

The pastor's eyes widened.

He had never seen such a shameless young man. He clearly possessed a genuine sense of righteousness and was full of murderous intent, not the kind of person who was fake and pretentious.

Yet, with this mindset, they managed to hide behind others.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chu Tianshu laughed as he watched, then chuckled aloud, reaching behind him with his right hand to pluck a cluster of golden fire from the flag.

The firelight flickered between his fingertips, like a golden flower, slowly blooming, growing brighter and brighter, floating not far from his chest.

"I won't even need a sword to kill you; you'll die in the fire."

Xitu, enraged yet now calm, his fists bulging with veins, suddenly lunged forward, charging ahead to attack!

He refused to believe that his opponent could kill him with just that tiny spark, without using a sword.

The golden flower spun gracefully.

Chu Tianshu stared at the firelight, then flicked his fingers repeatedly, sending the outer petals flying one by one.

The priest's figure was intercepted by the petals, and he threw a powerful punch to counter them.

The tiny flower petal collided with his fist technique, which could smash rocks and destroy buildings, and the shock caused his body to tremble slightly and his feet to stumble.

Even if he changed direction at the last minute, trying to attack from the side, a petal suddenly hit him in the face.

Chu Tianshu looked at his fingers. The moment they bent, his fingerprints resembled silkworms; the moment they straightened, they were like Great Void Ray.

The marks left by the flexion and extension of the fingers are like cracks that suddenly appear on a mountain.

Crash! Crash! Crash!!

It came suddenly, without any apparent reason, yet a profound sense of breaking free from its shell was brewing within it.

The Evil Spirit present were enough to serve as material.

The finger technique Chu Tianshu was using at this moment was precisely to use the Mountain Collapse as a medium to initially integrate the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art into the True Intent of the Great Void.

Fingers flicked in a rapid, precise motion, as if calculating.

Chu Tianshu suddenly looked up and flicked the last remaining flower stamen with his right middle finger.

Pastor Xitu was being shaken by the flower petals, his four bodily fluids trembling and his twelve zodiac signs tingling, when suddenly a golden ray pierced through his heart.

Collapse!!!

That was the sound of a finger snap.

It was also a golden spark, piercing the heart's membrane, breaking the sound between the physical body and the Spirit Body.

The enormous, bear-like priest froze, clutched his chest, and slumped down.

"Though the spark is small, it is the source of light."

Chu Tianshu let out a long breath, feeling refreshed.

"You people who like to associate with giant monsters and consider yourselves ferocious, do you think you can underestimate a spark of gold?"