Chapter 26: What Do You Know About Supreme Purity Talismans? (Second Update, Votes Requested)

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Chapter 26: What Do You Know of the Supreme Azure Talismans? (Second Update, Asking for Votes)

Strangers, Qi cultivation, the Supreme Azure Sect, Zheng Zibu...
One name after another, familiar yet alien, flickered through his mind.
With the polishing of the Bodhi, brilliance emerged.
Like pearls, large and small, falling onto a jade plate, each sound crisp and pleasing, shaking loose memories long sealed.
It was as if a thunderbolt had struck a clear day, sweeping away the dust of the universe, cutting through the fog in his mind.
"The World of 'Under One Person'?"
Luo Feng murmured in his sleep, then muttered in confusion, "I've arrived ninety years too early!"
He had crossed over from the Divine Lord Space, already twelve years ago.
Only now, did he finally awaken to the truth of what world he had reincarnated into.
The world of 'Under One Person' is one of extraordinary powers, where the East cultivates Qi and the West practices alchemy, elevating people beyond the ordinary. The world calls them Strangers.
Strangers are divided into innate and acquired.
Innate Strangers possess unique, natural abilities, unmatched and singular; through their distinctive talents, they become top masters.
For example, Gao Yushan, a temporary worker from the Northeast with the power to manipulate electromagnetic waves, could instantly master all information on computers and phones in the twenty-first century, earning the title "Skynet."
Acquired Strangers awaken Qi within through study and practice; they, too, can dominate the world.
For instance, the Celestial Master Zhang from Mount Longhu, who cultivated acquired techniques, whose Golden Light Mantra was unbreakable, whose Five Thunder True Method was unmatched.
The "One" in 'Under One Person' refers to the sixty-fifth Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, the Heaven-Penetrating Daoist, Zhang Zhiwei.
As his divine consciousness condensed, his senses sharpened, he could read ten lines at a glance, and fragments of past memories surfaced.
As a transmigrator familiar with the story, he should have been happy.
But—but!
He had arrived ninety years too early!
Suddenly, Luo Feng's body trembled, a terrifying thought surfaced.
The chaos of the Jia Shen rebellion, the fierce pursuit of sects, the overwhelming power of the Eight Supreme Techniques—none could shake Luo Feng's spirit.
A mere Wang family could protect Feng Tianyang, so teaming up with the Supreme Azure Sect should suffice to shield Zheng Zha.
As for the Eight Supreme Techniques, marvelous as they are, Luo Feng firmly believed: there is no strongest method, only the strongest practitioner.
He could take the strengths of the Eight Techniques to make up for his own weaknesses.
But he must not idolize them; if the Eight Supreme Techniques were truly invincible, why were the Thirty-six Thieves hunted down?
What chilled Luo Feng to the bone was a certain causal relationship.
Was it that Zheng Zha arrived in this world, giving rise to Zheng Zibu, which in turn led to the Jia Shen rebellion and the Supreme Azure Talisman?
Or was it that this world needed Zheng Zibu, so the two of them came from the Divine Lord Space into the world of 'Under One Person'?
His palm holding the wine glass grew sweaty; Luo Feng set the glass down, drew a red candy from his pocket, and placed it in his mouth.
Tasting its faint sweetness, his heart gradually calmed.
Panic never solved anything. Luo Feng narrowed his eyes, drumming his fingers on the table.
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The arrival of the two in this world—was it coincidence, accident, or deliberate arrangement?
Is this world truly real, or just an illusion?
A parallel universe, a derivative world, or merely the author's imagination?
……
For a long time, until the talisman bestowal ceremony ended, Luo Feng stopped tapping his fingers.
The best outcome: this world is genuinely real, and his finding a fragment of the Divine Lord Space was mere happenstance, guided by fortune.
The worst: this world is but a thought, false and chaotic, and his acquisition of the Divine Lord fragment was orchestrated by some great being.
"In all history, the hardest thing is only to die."
Luo Feng mocked himself; he was not immune to worldliness.
He pondered, then scoffed, snapping his fingers, sending two candies from his pocket spinning into the air.
One he handed to the small girl Luo Yuan, whose cheeks were stuffed full, the other he tossed into his own mouth.
If there truly was a great being scheming behind the scenes, what hope was there to escape?
Everything was bestowed by others; what could he use to rebel, to fight?
Luo Feng had another virtue: do your best, leave the rest to fate.
The situation before him clearly exceeded his calculations.
Since he could not fathom it, he stopped trying.
Originally, he was merely an ordinary mortal, destined to live a mundane life.
Now, he walked the path of cultivation, wielded power, tasted the thrill of vengeance, enjoyed rural tranquility, witnessed the extraordinary.
Even if he now stood still, never advanced again, he could live happily for sixty years.
He had gained enough, no regrets.
The sound of the Dao bell echoed in his ears; the final segment of the ceremony began.
Luo Feng gathered his thoughts, no longer dwelling on abstruse mysteries.
Transcendence, the Divine Lord, fragments—those are matters of heaven.
He would focus on earthly concerns.
For instance, three Qi converging, lotus blooming twelve petals.
With the last toll of the Dao bell, secular pilgrims and Daoist laymen descended the mountain.
The ceremony's final act—recording one's name with the Celestial Bureau.
This performance was for the Strangers of the cultivation world.
On the surface, disciples were to use their own methods to invite the gods and immortals to ascend, expressing auspiciousness and sincere devotion.
In reality, it announced that the Supreme Azure Sect had successors, that it was not in decline.
In the future, should disciples descend the mountain and act for the Daoist tradition, all sects should give them face.
The order of recording names with the Celestial Bureau was the reverse of the talisman bestowal.
First, it showed the disciples' humility, not daring to claim precedence.
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Second, the finest disciple always closed the show, ending perfectly.
There were five disciples in total, each appearing in turn.
The first used internal alchemy to send off the Wood Duke and Golden Mother.
The second used ritual methods, properly sending off the Supreme Lord of Taiyi.
The third, also an internal alchemy cultivator, a young talent, recited the Yellow Court Classic once and sent off the Twenty-Eight Star Officials.
The fourth practiced the way of body refinement, with a dragon's roar and tiger's howl, sending off Lord Wang with a plume of smoke.
Zheng Zha was the final to ascend; all eyes gathered on him.
Everyone wanted to see what skills this closing disciple of the Supreme Azure Sect possessed.
Zheng Zha smiled lightly, stepped forward, and approached the incense table.
He neither recited scripture nor drew talismans.
Instead, Zheng Zha formed a Daoist seal with his left hand, held a ritual implement in his right, his demeanor solemn as a deity.
"Wind, come!"
His clear call echoed in four directions.
The wind surged forth, first stripping autumn leaves, then ushering in the second month. Waves rose across the river, bamboos bent by thousands.
In a blink, a fierce wind arose, gathering countless dark clouds, dimming heaven and earth.
"Rain, come!"
At the sound, many Strangers looked up, feeling a cool dampness on their faces.
The Yangtze flows onward, fine rain descends. Thatched eaves easily wet, dense mist hard to clear.
The entire Palace of Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Blessings became shrouded in rain and mist, voices heard but people unseen.
"Thunder, come! Lightning, come!"
Two more thunderous cries followed.
A flash split the gloomy sky, thunder rolled in its wake.
Waves clashed with thunderbolts, sudden rain hid the vapor. The valley's form unseen, how could one know the myriad phenomena?
Distant lightning flickered in the black clouds, thunder shook heaven, earth, and hearts. Wind whipped up water, pooling on both sides of the Daoist palace, streaming endlessly into the channels.
All this began with four shouts for wind, rain, thunder, and lightning from Zheng Zibu, disciple of the Supreme Azure Sect!
On the observation platform, Elder Shuiyue lost composure, laughing heartily and slapping the shoulder of the elder beside him.
"This is the Supreme Azure talisman method—excellent, excellent!"
"What do you think?"
The transmission elder replied blankly, "I'm just an old codger who draws talismans in the Hall of Transmission. What do I know of Supreme Azure talismans?"
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Sacrificing a book: "Born in the World of Film and Television," the protagonist starts by picking up soap. The daily plot doesn't involve much supernatural power.
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