Dying by His Own Hand

Nanming fire is very special. This kind of yin fire has an extremely low temperature, but when it comes into contact with filth, it is like an open flame touching a burning object.

Rong Tianding released a spark of Nanming fire from between his fingers, instantly turning himself into a human torch.

This flame was so powerful that even Zhang Xuezhou's stomping couldn't extinguish it. As long as Rong Tianding had Yin Qi within him, this Nanming Fire would continue to burn.

"Cousin, quickly use the Vajra Talisman!"

Zhang Xuezhou greatly alarmed.

"It must be because I'm so unlucky that I'm affecting my cousin!"

His heart felt like it was being pierced by snakes and scorpions. By the time he heard Rong Tianding's painful screams, the Supreme Purity True Technique in his hand had already come down.

Regardless of whether the Supreme Purity True Technique can help, this is the only treatment he can offer at the moment.

"I am the greatest in the world!"

Amidst the wails, Rong Tianding chanted an incantation, activating the Vajra Talisman with his limited Law Power.

Golden light floated across the talisman, then transformed into a thin golden film that clung tightly to Rong Tianding's body, constantly colliding with the burning Nanming Fire and Yin Qi on his body.

Pale flames, gray-black corpse energy and Yin Qi, and the light of the Vajra Talisman intertwined, while the pale blue radiance of the Supreme Purity True Technique continuously washed over Rong Tianding's body.

In the darkness of the official street, Rong Tianding was not the only one groaning in pain. The imperial guards patrolling hundreds of meters away did not even glance in their direction, but simply guarded their assigned areas with their swords and bows.

"Cousin, being a cultivator is no fun at all!"

Rong Tianding felt his body being touched by flames, as if he were melting.

He was in excruciating pain at first, but after the Vajra Talisman was activated, the pain subsided into numbness.

He stared wide-eyed at Zhang Xuezhou.

Before he began cultivating, Rong Tianding wanted to become a cultivator. After becoming a cultivator, he thought about taking risks. His youthful mind always thought that all the benefits in the world belonged to him, but he never considered that even the slightest thing he did could be enough to take his life.

There was a hint of resentment in his eyes, and he also understood why the Daoist Mu was willing to spend his days in that Daoist temple.

For these grassroots practitioners, there are too many shortcomings. Even with the help of benefactors, they are still just a drifting duckweed.

Zhang Xuezhou suffered greatly in his cultivation of spiritual realms, and he was clearly no exception.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou stopped him from cultivating the incomplete realm technique from the Daoist Mu, this kind of trouble could not be prevented.

Rong Tianding looked up at the sky.

The flames in the sky were like lightning streaking across the heavens, stretching into a thin line of fire that continued to spread and branch out into countless tiny offshoots.

Like interwoven spiderwebs, these flames created a unique fireworks display in the night sky Chang'an City.

"The fire I set off was so beautiful! It's the most beautiful fire I've ever set off in my life!"

He slowly closed his eyes, but was then slapped twice by Zhang Xuezhou, which knocked his head to the side, forcing him to snap back to his senses.

"I have the Fire-Repelling Technique. Learn as much as you can, and use as much as you can!"

Neither the Vajra Rong Tianding nor the Supreme Purity True Technique could save Rong Tianding. In his desperation, Zhang Xuezhou resorted to any means necessary, and could only recite the evasion technique, which was so complex that he had no intention of translating it.

This is the Emperor and Empress preaching the Dharma, using the Dharma to demonstrate and reveal much of the content, which is extremely difficult to retell and explain.

Rong Tianding received training in the 360 main acupoints, and didn't even understand the 108,000 acupoints.

It's difficult to explain, and even less likely to succeed in learning it.

Cold sweat poured from Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, while Rong Tianding stared wide-eyed as he listened to Zhang Xuezhou's explanation of content that was both difficult to understand and even more difficult to learn.

He wanted to cultivate himself, but he was quickly confused by the content Zhang Xuezhou was rapidly explaining, which made his head even more dizzy.

A trade is like a mountain; a skill cannot be learned in one lesson. Even the learned Dong Zhongshu found it difficult to master.

For Rong Tianding thought of Dong Zhongshu.

Thinking of the other person's swollen mouth, the poison they had been given, and the fact that Dong Zhongshu was also buried under the rubble by the collapsed house, he thought of Dong Zhongshu.

"A cultivator's life is full of hardships; you'll get used to it eventually!"

Dong Zhongshu's self-deprecating remark upon emerging from the ruins was quite embarrassing, but it's clear that Dong Zhongshu encountered many hardships in his life, and many other cultivators did as well.

No cultivator can have it all smooth sailing.

"I cannot be discouraged. I... the pure energy has not yet risen, the turbid energy has not yet settled, the wandering spirit has not yet awakened, the five colors have not yet differentiated, yet there is something within, and in the the Unseen, my nature remains..."

Rong Tianding did not cultivate Zhang Xuezhou's Fire-Repelling Technique, nor could he learn it.

But then he thought of the scriptures.

This is a scripture that Zhang Xuezhou mentioned possessing the power of wishes; he even perceived supernatural phenomena.

May my cousin and I be free from illness and misfortune!

He muttered to himself, wishing only for less pain and less misfortune.

In a daze, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon roaring angrily, and a gigantic ghost that blotted out the sky stretched out its sharp claws.

"From this day forward, I am Emperor Jing, and Emperor Jing is me. Anyone who opposes me is a traitor!"

The claws reached downwards, but the ghost's face quickly contorted in agony.

"This coffin is made of Phoebe zhennan wood, a preservative-resistant material. Emperor Jing was even stronger than me, so why did his body turn into rotting flesh?"

After a person dies, rigor mortis sets in within three days, the soul dissipates within seven days, and then the body begins to decompose.

However, the physical bodies of top-tier cultivators are far stronger than those of ordinary people. It may take seven to fourteen days for their bodies to become completely rigid, and forty-nine days for them to be completely destroyed.

If it is necessary to retrieve the body to complete the possession, at least forty-nine days must pass.

"No, I don't want this body!"

The ghostly creature's claws stretched towards the sky, like a demon emerging from the earth.

"Emperor Jing plotted against me, and even in death he continued to plot against me. He ingested a poisonous pill, dissolving his own corpse, leaving no chance for anyone else. He imprisoned me..."

A golden light fell from the sky, Rong Tianding also saw the extension of the flame he had released.

The flames ignited at the ghost's feet, but instead of spreading explosively like they had, they burned extremely slowly.

This burning was slow and difficult to stop, just like the Nanming fire scorching his body.

The ghost let out a huge wail.

"Blind old woman, your talisman can't suppress me! I... I died by my own hand! I'm so unwilling to accept this!"

The golden light seemed to overturn the heavens and earth, covering everything, while the ghostly creatures roared and stretched out their claws to support themselves.

But when the demon's grotesque face swept over its burning toes, despair finally appeared.

The Corpse School possesses the most powerful Incantation Technique, but it also has the greatest weapon to counter Incantation Technique.

They have the strongest shields and the sharpest spears.

This is their ultimate means of controlling the school of thought. In fact, this spear does not even require particularly high cultivation. Even if their successor is young and has low cultivation, he can still suppress those old monsters in the school.

Shi Wudao had absolutely no intention of shooting the spear at himself.

He clearly entrusted his physical body to the Nongzong people when he died. That school of thought was unlikely to associate with the imperial court, would rarely come to Chang'an City, and lacked skilled practitioners.

However, passing on the Corpse Jiao Canon to a suitable cultivator takes time and cannot be accomplished in just a few days. Nanming Huo's cultivation is also not something that can be achieved in a short period of time, and it takes even more time to travel from Ba County to Chang'an City.

Everything happened in a direction he had never anticipated.

He could break free from the shackles of Emperor Jing's corrupted body, and he could also break free from the suppression of the talisman, but all of this would take time.

That bit of Southern Fire was enough to kill him completely in the time it took him to break free.