DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 87: Chapter 76: Demon Chart Fusion, Reversing Misfortune and Fortune, Senior Sister is Rescued (More Later, Post First)
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“Thinking of using the Demonic Heavenly Concealment Talisman to hide the heavenly mystery?” contemporary romance
“Vain delusions.”
High in the void, sword cultivators swarmed like a locust infestation, with Elder Jiang Taixu of the Heavenly Mystery Peak standing aloof in the clouds astride a twin-horned green bull, holding a glowing turtle shell compass. This turtle shell was very special, with its natural patterns forming the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams, exquisite and mysterious. Yet, three cracks added a touch of flaw to the compass.
His mighty magic power flowed from his fingertips into the turtle shell, and the extracted aura pointed straight to the ground.
Jiang Taixu lit up three sticks of sandalwood incense and placed them atop the turtle shell.
The burning white smoke moved without wind, floating specifically towards a tall young man. Following that, the turtle shell gently trembled, adding another crack on its back.
The originally calm elder’s eyes showed a trace of surprise before squinting: “The catastrophe lies in the second hexagram, the Kan hexagram, a great disaster.”
“Let’s go.”
Elder Jiang patted the green bull beneath him. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a streak of green light, darting off towards the direction of the white smoke.
Meanwhile, on the ground, a large number of demon cultivators, monsters and fierce ghosts were massacred by the disciples of the Dragon Sparrow Sect.
“Boy, it’s time for you to die!”
The elderly Daoist in a black robe saw his demonic disciples falling one by one through the curtain of his sedan chair. He immediately discarded his genteel facade, furious and ashamed, transforming into a cloud of black mist to pounce upon Han Ye.
“Whistle!”
“Whistle!”
Ten inner sect disciples arrived and formed a sword formation.
They intended to trap the elderly Daoist within. The dazzling sword light on the ground was incredibly piercing, but the Daoist just snorted dismissively, gently waving his dust brush, chanting a magic spell. As he spread out his five fingers, a blood-red eye appeared in his palm.
More than ten streaks of blood-colored light drilled out from the eye, instantly shattering the sword formation.
“Stop your insolence!”
A true disciple dressed in a white robe arrived, offering a jade cauldron the size of a palm. Its surface was brilliantly radiant, pressing down towards the elderly Daoist.??? ‘
“Swoosh!”
Countless white tentacles attacked from afar, piercing through the radiant light, and directly wrapped him up. Despite his power, he was immobilized for a while.
Looking at its source, it turned out the tentacles were transformed from the dust brush in the hands of the elderly Daoist. They were extremely tough, impervious to both water and fire.
Having dealt with the obstructions around him, he stretched out his thin, old hand, and a ripple appeared in space.
As Han Ye ran, dodging the pursuing corpses, he exerted the Soul-devouring Nail, nailing a nearby demon cultivator to the ground.
The spiritual Qi fluctuation suddenly rushed over, and its oppressive force arrived instantly.
While he ran without looking back, he offered the Soul Suppressing Banner and anxiously shouted:
“Qing Li, Qing Li, wake up!”
Hmm… young master, why are you being chased by corpses!”
Tushan Qingli, who had been sleeping for a long time, slowly woke up. Realizing Han Ye’s situation, she was greatly shocked.
“Can you beat the old man behind us?”
As Tushan Qingli’s green smoke arrived on Han Ye’s shoulder, she glanced behind and shuttered: “I don’t think I can. I only have three hundred years of cultivation, corresponding to your human race’s Golden Core cultivator. This old Daoist’s cultivation is even above Golden Core.”
“Be careful!”
Tushan Qingli noticed that the elderly Daoist in the black robe had released more than ten streaks of blood-colored light, coming to capture Han Ye Immediately, she turned into her true form, a white fox, baring her teeth and pounced over with three fox tails, smashing several blood lights.
“Get lost!”
The elderly Daoist had little patience. With a firm press of his hand, the white fox in front of him was smashed into the ground, not even giving her a second glance.
He rapidly approached Han Ye, releasing his oppressive might, pinning Han Ye to the ground. He manipulated the void to take the storage ring from Han Ye kicked him away with one foot, and sneered:
I, Corpse Daoist, am the future supreme of the Demonic Sect!”
He could not dwell in this place for too long. Crushing the storage ring in one grip, all the items in the ring appeared in mid-air. He planned to leave with the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll but only found elixirs and spirit stones.
“What?!”
Elsewhere, Han Ye, who was lying on the ground, felt the dozen or so storage rings in his bosom and felt slightly relieved.
It seemed that not putting all his eggs in one basket had been the right move.
“Boy, I want you dead!”
Corpse Daoist let out a fierce roar, charging towards Han Ye.
“If you want it so much, I’ll give it all to you!”
Han Ye quickly tossed out all the storage rings he had kept inside his coat.
All the storage rings were flung out, and Corpse Daoist ignored Han Ye watching these rings instead. He raised his hand and clenched it in the void.
All these storage rings burst open, things scattering all over.
Corpse Daoist finally fixed his gaze on an ink painting scroll.
“Demon chart!”
He seized the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll, infused it with the demon Qi, examined its authenticity. The scroll immediately trembled, but even he could not unfold the scroll.
— swoosh!
In an instant, the essence, blood Qi, and souls of all the corpses of the demon cultivators around them floated up, transforming into strands of air and being sucked into the Nether Dragon Scroll.
The Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll seemed to have been activated.
The scroll finally opened, revealing a corner. A huge dragon eye suddenly appeared on the scroll, the red, vertical pupil emitted a horrifyingly savage aura.
“Roar!”
A dragon roar sounded, sending out ear-piercing, eardrum-popping sound waves. The terrifying power of the demon chart gathered into a blood-red tower of light, blasting directly towards Xuan Qiong.
“So that’s how it is.”
Han Ye looked thoughtfully at the activated Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll.??? b
“Whoosh!”
Just then, a green light descended from above, severing the blood-colored beam at its midsection, causing the Corpse Daoist to fly back, his Demon Chart thrown away as well.
Yet the Demon Chart moved as if alive and continued to flow around, seeking Its host. It swept through an entire street, reducing all bodies to dried husks leaving only Han Ye alive.
Consequently, the Demon Chart made for Han Ye.
“Damn!”
Seeing this, Han Ye’s pupils abruptly constricted, and he turned and fled.
This thing was too strange.
He did not want to be contaminated by it.
However, the Demon Chart quickly caught up to him. The scroll coalesced into a phantom image of a giant black dragon and swiftly burrowed into Han Ye’s body.
And vanishing in a blink of an eye.
Han Ye felt his own chest, patting left and right, but he could not find where the Demon Chart had disappeared to and wondered if it had merged with his flesh and body.
“Swoosh!”
At this moment, a huge golden-eight-trigram figure appeared on the ground, the Yin-Yang pattern in its center slowly spinning and quickly spreading out ’ entirely covering Hongzhou Prefecture, preventing all the demon cultivators in the city from escaping.
“Your Corpse Sect has indeed worked hard at staying hidden,” came a voice without a person being seen.
Han Ye looked up and saw an elder man with graying hair astride a green bull descend from the sky. It was the Grand Elder, Jiang Taixu.
The hitherto arrogant Corpse Daoist now leaned against a wall, hemming out a mouthful of turbid blood, while laughing crazily: “The birth of the Demon Chart heralds a great calamity. Your Dragon Sparrow Sect is doomed!” Jiang Taixu stood up from the green bull and casually replied, “Fortune and misfortune are interdependent. Misfortune brings fortune and fortune brings misfortune, there’s no certain defeat.” After the word, he calculated and looked at Han Ye’s direction.
With the help of the Technique of Observing Qi, he saw the dazzling golden cloud of Qi rising on Han Ye’s face.
“Blessed by the Heavenly Mystery, blessed by fortune, could this person really be the trouble-solver.”
In truth, after a year of evaluation, he was more willing to believe that Chu Xianyu was the real trouble-solver. Whether it was her performance or her strength, she was the most suitable, but each of Han Ye’s unexpected interventions greatly affected his judgement.
“Die!”
The Corpse Daoist roared angrily, bursting his Qi Sea in an attempt to destroy the city. However, Elder Jiang was quite calm. With a flick of his hands he projected a spiritual light onto the Corpse Daoist, turning it into a magic seal. “Sealed!”
The Corpse Daoist stiffened completely, no longer making any sound as though his soul had fled.
“Splash!”
In Han Ye’s view, a brilliant and intimidating orange-colored attribute fell from Elder Jiang’s body.
“Found Attribute: Reversing Misfortune and Fortune.”
“Reversing Misfortune and Fortune (Orange): Misfortune leans on fortune and fortune hides behind misfortune. Once a day, the effects of misfortune or fortune around can be transferred, they take responsibility for their cause and effect.”
After seeing this attribute, Han Ye’s eyes blazed with admiration.
Such a fierce attribute.
Turn misfortune into blessing? Turn blessing into misfortune?
The misfortune and blessing of people around him are all under his control.
Han didn’t stop thinking about the “Heavenly Slaughter Lone Star” attribute on imself. If he could control misfortune and fortune, he wouldn’t need to worry about the people around him suffering misfortune because he could transfer it into a blessing.
“Disciple has seen Grand Elder.”
He slowly stepped forward, offering a bow to Elder Jiang, and discretely collected the attribute.
“Attribute collected: Reversing Misfortune and Fortune +1”
Jiang Taixu’s compass in his hand had finished burning the incense. He looked at Han Ye and smiled lightly, “The Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll should be on you, right?”
“It seems like a painting… Elder, I don’t know why but it directly burrowed into my body. Please enlighten me.”
Han Ye dared not to conceal anything and reported honestly.
His facial expression remained unchanged, Jiang Taixu looked at the empty and severely damaged alley, he glanced at the compass in his hand, held calculations in his hand, saw the result, and his voice echoed:
“The matter of the Demon Chart merging with your flesh, you must not speak of it to anyone, including your relatives, friends, loved ones, siblings, and the master. Did you remember it all?”
“Elder, what about the master…”
Han Ye couldn’t help but ask.
“The exact same. No exception.”
Jiang Taixu’s gaze was profound, “This object is called the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Chart, its origin is not ordinary. For it, the seven doors of the Demonic Sects battled until battered and exhausted, not hesitating to scheme against and kill their fellow disciples. In order to investigate this treasure of the Demonic Sect, many of our Dragon Sparrow Sect disciples have died Your fellow disciple and your master nearly fell into the abyss of demons. If it’s exposed, nobody can save you.”
“Yes!”
Han Ye was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.
“How’s my senior sister?” He couldn’t help but ask when he heard about his senior sister.
Jiang Taixu replied nonchalantly, “Huangquan Valley, as a place where demon cultivators roam, has already been conquered by our sect. You should be able to see her tomorrow.”
“As for today’s event, if anyone asks, just say that all is handed over to me for handling.”
“This disciple understands.”
“Alright, let’s return to the sect.”
After the elder gave his instructions, Han Ye obediently picked up his Profound Thunder Blade and headed towards the other disciples.
After he left, Jiang Taixu looked at Han Ye’s retreating figure and murmured to himself:
“Is it really one of those two?”