Chapter 170
Chapter 170
Only then did Chen Daji and Zhao Fei recover from their shock.
The two scampered to the spot where the zombie had shattered and examined it for a long while.
“Holy crap!”
“Big Brother, did you make that ‘death’ character out of dynamite?”
“It went boom and blew one of those mummified corpses into nothing!”
At Chen Daji’s words, Zhao Fei shook his enormous head so hard that the fat on his face rippled.
“Dynamite, my ass! Little Chick, can’t you recognize anything sophisticated?”
“I’ve seen our Big Brother’s ability in novels. It’s called ‘words becoming law’!”
As he spoke, Zhao Fei instinctively edged farther away from Hua Jiunan.
“Little Chick, I’m telling you, that skill is terrifyingly powerful.”
“If Big Brother says you’re impotent, that thing of yours will instantly turn into a lump of mush!”
Chen Daji instinctively covered his crotch.
“Holy crap! No way!”
“It’s that terrifying?!”
Eighth Master Chang looked down on the two fools more by the moment, as if they were country bumpkins.
“If you don’t know a damn thing, then stop talking out of your asses!”
“The young master physician used the Taoist true-word art known as the Three Killing Art!”
“Forget a mere mummified corpse. Even my Eldest Brother would lose half his enormous tail if he took that head-on and somehow survived…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Eighth Master Chang habitually scanned his surroundings.
Only after confirming his Eldest Brother truly was not there did he release a long breath of relief.
Since Eighth Master Chang had mentioned Hua Jiunan’s secret Taoist art, Old Sixth Hui voiced the question in his heart.
“Young master physician, why use an ox cleaver to kill a chicken?”
“Wasn’t using the Three Killing Art on a puppet created through evil sorcery rather excessive?”
“And… and…”
Hua Jiunan was self-taught and had always longed for guidance from others.
He smiled.
“Sixth Brother, we’re brothers. Just say whatever is on your mind.”
“I need your advice as well.”
Old Sixth Hui knew that Hua Jiunan spoke sincerely and stopped holding back.
“The young master physician should not use words such as ‘in my name’…”
“At least, not before you break through the mystery of the womb.”
Unable to understand his meaning, Hua Jiunan asked, “Sixth Brother, Patriarch Ge Hong recorded the incantation exactly that way in the Baopuzi Inner Chapters.”
“I didn’t alter it on my own.”
He paused briefly before continuing.
“As for your saying that the Three Killing Art was wasted on the mummified corpse…”
“That is the most basic art recorded in the book.”
“It appears in the Arts: Mortal Volume alongside the Five Thunder Shattering Firmament Righteous Method, the Summoning Art, and others…”
Old Sixth Hui abruptly slapped his forehead.
How had he forgotten that the young master physician was studying one of Taoism’s great canonical works?
To put it in simple terms, Hua Jiunan had started far too high. It was like studying classical quantum mechanics before learning the most basic formulas.
On top of that, both sides of Hua Jiunan’s family possessed extraordinary origins.
That allowed him to casually use moves that others treated as forbidden arts reserved for desperate last stands.
As some readers had commented, Hua Jiunan was absurdly overpowered.
Every move he tossed out was an ultimate attack. The concept of an ordinary attack simply did not exist for him.
Once he understood that, Old Sixth Hui relaxed.
With such a noble birth, the young master physician naturally could not be judged by ordinary standards.
He might as well let him do as he pleased.
Despite thinking that, Old Sixth Hui still took half of a Taoist manual from his robe and handed it to Hua Jiunan.
Written on yellowed rice paper and bound with thread, the book was clearly ancient.
“Young master physician, this half-volume records several simple, foundational hand seals.”
“If you’re interested, feel free to look through it…”
As he spoke, turbulent emotions and conflicting feelings surged through Old Sixth Hui’s heart.
Four hundred years earlier, a stroke of fortune had brought him before a wandering Fangshi.
Realizing his opportunity had arrived, Old Sixth Hui knelt at the man’s feet for three months without moving an inch.
He begged bitterly for the Fangshi to teach him Taoist cultivation.
The Fangshi grew tired of his pestering and happened to need someone for an extremely dangerous task, so he reluctantly agreed.
He declared that if Old Sixth Hui completed the task, he would bestow a Taoist lineage upon him.
In the end, although Old Sixth Hui fulfilled the Fangshi’s demand, nearly a thousand spirits of the Gray Family died.
Even Old Sixth Hui himself barely survived, and only because Lord Hu San personally treated him.
Despite that terrible price, the Fangshi produced nothing more than an introductory Taoist text.
Then he tore away half, tossed the remaining fragment to Old Sixth Hui, and drifted away without another word…