Perfected Lord (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Yin Shu did not know what Shen Ping wanted to do, but at this moment, she could only rely on him, so she nodded and agreed. Then, she helped to set up a spell. If it was to deal with ordinary ghosts, the Fire Spell and Heavenly Lightning Spell were enough. However, there were several evil ghosts and malicious ghosts with a hundred years of cultivation around. She had to use the Vajra Subduing Spell to resist them.

This kind of spell was very time-consuming to make, and yet Shen Ping only used dozens of breaths to successfully outline the Vajra Subduing Spell. This made Yin Shu, who was already good at spells, dumbfounded.

“C-Could it be that Junior Brother Ling Zhen is also the reincarnation of an immortal?”

Her beautiful eyes flickered. Although the reincarnation of an immortal was rare, it would appear every thousand years. For example, she was one of them. However, even if she was the reincarnation of an immortal, it was impossible for her to have such attainments in spells.

“Senior Sister Yin Shu, the Vajra Subduing Spell is stuck in the middle of the temple. The Fire Curse and the Heavenly Lightning Curse are placed in the nine palaces.”

Shen Ping’s shout interrupted her thoughts. The two of them quickly got busy. Soon, the side temple was filled with spells.

“Senior Sister, I’ll leave these twenty minutes to you. Don’t let any ghosts approach me.”

Shen Ping’s face was solemn. Yin Shu nodded vigorously and said, “Junior Brother, don’t worry. Unless I die, no ghosts will definitely disturb you.”

They entered the temple. He sat down cross-legged and activated his talent Devour. The large amount of Yin and Yang Qi that he had originally absorbed in his body immediately circulated in his body. Then, under the effect of his talent, the remaining distracting thoughts left behind by the ghosts were removed and purified, turning into pure Yin and Yang Qi that was quickly absorbed by the Dao Bone.

His aura rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. The patterns on the surface of the Dao bone also quickly increased. 530 years, 580 years… 620 years, 700 years…

A large number of ghosts outside the temple were crazily colliding with the spell. At every moment, ghosts were killed by the spells, but the malicious ghosts and evil ghosts were like moths to a flame, not afraid at all.

Yin Shu guarded beside Shen Ping and activated the Dharmic powers and vitality in her body to maintain the spell.

Time passed slowly.

Twenty minutes had passed. The large amount of Yin and Yang Qi accumulated in Shen Ping’s body had all been transformed. His cultivation had also soared from 500 years to 835 years. He was only a hundred years away from the Perfected Lord Realm.

He simply stabilized his cultivation, then he stood up and looked at the Dharma Spell that was about to be exhausted. With a wave of his sleeve, talismans slowly condensed in the air. There were nearly a hundred of them.

This was the Dao Sect Mystique, Ten Thousand Swords.

Go. As the voice sounded, these talisman swords turned into sword lights and spun in the City God Temple. Wherever it passed, be it malicious ghosts or evil spirits, they were all burned to ashes.

Shen Ping stretched out his palm, and his palm was like a vortex as it absorbed the Yin and Yang Qi that dissipated into his body. Actually, Daoists killing demons to protect the common people was one reason, absorbing the vitality left behind by ghosts and demons after they died was another. However, they could not easily transform these Yin and Yang Qi into pure vitality without any remnant thoughts or demonic thoughts like Shen Ping.

A dozen breaths later, the City God Temple, which had been filled with cold wind a moment ago, immediately became silent.

Yin Shu blinked, then turned around and looked at Shen Ping seriously. “Dao Sect Mystique. Could it be that Junior Brother Ling Zhen has already broken through to the Perfected Person level?”

Shen Ping nodded. He did not ask Yin Shu to keep it a secret for him. He had more than 800 years of cultivation. With his own methods, he was not afraid of even meeting a Perfected Lord. It could be said that after descending to this world for two years, he had successfully passed his weakest period.

Yin Shu wanted to say that he was a monster, but she changed her words at the last minute. “Junior Brother, no, Senior Brother is really powerful.”

In terms of seniority, she was indeed a senior sister. However, in the Dao lineage, not only did seniority matter, strength was also respected. When one reached the level of a Perfected Person, it was not too much to call him Martial Uncle. If he was in the Ling Yin Temple, he could definitely be ranked as an elder.

Shen Ping smiled and said, “Senior Sister, you should call me Junior Brother. You’re the reincarnation of an immortal. The further you cultivate, the faster you will be. At that time, there will be no bottleneck for Earth Immortals or Heavenly Immortals.”

Yin Shu suddenly became depressed. “It’s said that after an immortal reincarnates to the Perfected Person level, he will awaken the memories of his previous life. I wonder if I can continue to slay demons with Junior Brother in the future.”

Once the memories were awakened, they would dominate. The feelings in her heart would definitely be erased. After all, Dao sects were forbidden from mortal love. In the past, countless Daoists fell in love with each other and were eventually crippled or even killed by Dao sects.

Shen Ping reached out and placed his hand on Yin Shu’s shoulder. He said softly, “Senior Sister, regardless of whether you awaken your memories in the future, in my heart, you are still you. There will be no change.”

A warm feeling arose in her heart. She wanted to throw herself into her junior brother’s chest, but the rules of the Dao Sect suppressed this urge. “Thank you, junior brother.”

Boom.

Suddenly, the City God Temple shook. Immediately after, the Yin qi surged violently. A few figures fell from the sky above the temple. When the two of them saw this, they hurriedly went forward.

“Master, Martial Uncle!”

“Martial Uncle…”

These figures were the Temple Master of Changling who had entered the Netherworld, Ling Wu, and the two Daoists of Ling Yin Temple who had reached 300 years of cultivation. All of them had blood dyed their Daoist robes. Ling Wu and another Daoist of Ling Yin Temple were in an even worse state. Their arms were broken, especially Ling Wu, who was blind in one eye.

Two figures appeared in the sky again. One of them was Elder Yin Qi, and the other was a ferocious-looking Ghost General. One was fighting fiercely with the other..

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