“Unfortunately, the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art doesn't belong to Daoism, so it can't be used on her. Using it for other Daoist techniques would be a waste.”
Mu Chen muttered to himself.
The Devouring Heaven Demonic Art's rank was high, and its properties were quite abnormal.
Others, even if they tirelessly fought evil and eradicated evil, could only gain combat experience and accumulate some merit.
While Mu Chen not only received extra system rewards, but also could use the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art to absorb ghost energy and corpse energy!
For example, tonight, the three walking corpses, fourteen copper armored corpses, and Ren Wei Yong that he had slain, had allowed him to absorb a vast amount of corpse energy, further enhancing his already formidable physique!
If before he could use his physical body to suppress copper armored corpses at the Ninth Heaven level, now he could use his physical body to confront silver armored corpses!
The improvement was obvious, visible to the naked eye!
Even if he could have two more Ren Wei Yong, Mu Chen felt that he could achieve Martial Dao, a realm that was comparable to a Grand Earth Master of the Hao Ran Dao. Moreover, compared to Grand Earth Masters, martial dao masters were rarer and rarer!
In terms of characters in TV dramas, he could be seen as a strengthened version of Zuo Qianhu!
From this, we can see how extraordinary the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art is!
Unfortunately, it is not a Daoist technique, and it cannot be used with Daoist Advancement Cards.
Creak~
The door of the room suddenly swung open.
Mu Chen looked up and saw a petite figure, like a young swallow returning to its nest, pouncing into his arms.
Without looking, just from the familiar and intoxicating fragrance, Mu Chen knew who it was.
“Mu Chen, I'm so scared…”
…
Forty miles away, at the bandit camp.
Poisonous snakes, insects, and bandits cohabited, with decaying corpses and bones scattered everywhere.
The air was thick with a pungent stench.
In the most central hut of the camp, a woman with a yellow face and black teeth sat cross-legged, surrounded by human bone ornaments.
She chanted words, striking a black skull wooden fish.
The temperature in the room dropped, and Yin energy began to gather from all directions.
The Yin wind, with the woman as its center, swept around her, blowing her coarse cloth robe, which was stained with blood and had lost its original color!
She spoke faster and faster, her filthy, matted hair flew wildly, her whole person appeared sinister and ferocious!
Finally.
A ghostly soul appeared in the surging Yin energy!
Upon seeing its appearance, it was clearly Wang Wang Forget!
He looked around blankly, and when he saw the woman, his face immediately showed fear!
“I searched for you for thirty years, you really hid well…”
The female bandit leader's face was sinister, then she suddenly gave a ferocious smile: “My dear brother, sister has missed you so much!”
“Wang Po, what are you going to do?”
Wang Wang Forget took a deep breath, forcibly calming his emotions, his face still grim.
Wang Po was his blood-related sister, sharing the same bloodline.
However, they were "heterogenous births"!
Explaining it using Western medical terms, it would be considered conjoined twins!
They remained conjoined until the age of six, when his master passed by their home and used Daoist techniques to separate them.
He was taken in as a disciple by his master, while Wang Po was given to his master's junior brother to learn the ways of the left path.
He had once asked his master why he didn't take in his sister, and his master had said that although their bodies were separated, their souls were connected, and during cultivation, they could feedback to each other, which was a rare cultivation seedling.
But separation would benefit both, while unification would harm both, because for each other, they were the best supplements, best not to meet each other in their lifetime!
“Brother, you know, we were originally one body and two souls!”
Wang Po stared at Wang Wang Forget, greedily licking her lips.
Wang Wang Forget remained expressionless: “So… are you going to devour me, refine me, and forge a Daoist foundation?”
Although he had been an evil cultivator for his entire life, being regarded as a tonic by his own sister still made him feel complicated, with a sense of disillusionment.
Wang Po said nothing.
She continued to chant incantations.
Her master's teachings were not the art of corpse cultivation, but rather the left path, the art of witchcraft and sorcery.
Corpse cultivation originated from Daoism.
Witchcraft and sorcery originated from "Witch", so Wang Po was quite skilled in using bloodline power!
As she chanted, the Yin energy in the hut became denser, the temperature dropped further, and a light frost covered Wang Po's eyebrows and hair.
In the depths of her soul, Wang Wang Forget felt a bridge being built between him and Wang Po, a connection.
He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to arrive.
The next moment, a strong soul force poured into his body from the bridge!
Wang Wang Forget suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Wang Po in disbelief.
“You're crazy?! Stop it! If you continue, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate after death, let alone the chance to become a ghost!”
“Brother, you're so foolish. We who practice the evil ways, our life is our death, what kind of afterlife are we talking about?”
“Brother, we are each other's last family.”
“We are one body and two souls, using my soul to forge your Daoist foundation, using your life’s foundation to break through the Red Robe, it’s not difficult!”
Wang Po looked at Wang Wang Forget, suddenly laughing: “You've also had a stroke of luck this time!”
Wang Wang Forget stared at Wang Po in a daze, as if he was rebuilding his understanding of his sister.
“Brother, the one who killed you also has a grudge against me!”
“Absorb it quickly, the day you break through the Red Robe is the day we settle old scores…”
…
Ren Mansion.
The moon hung high in the sky.
In the guest room, Ren Ting Ting leaned against Mu Chen’s embrace, her eyelashes still carrying tears, as if she had already fallen asleep.
Mu Chen gently placed her on the bed, and couldn't help but sigh in relief.
To be honest, comforting a frightened girl felt more tiring than fighting Ren Wei Yong!
“Tsk, for the sake of your being a crying cat tonight, this Daoist reluctantly lets you sleep on the bed for one night.”
Mu Chen smacked his lips and muttered to himself.
He then tried to get up to sleep on the mat on the side, but was pulled back by a soft hand.
Looking down, he saw Ren Ting Ting with red cheeks, her voice like a mosquito: “The floor is hard, it's uncomfortable to sleep on. If you don't mind… it's okay to sleep together.”
Looking at her face, a phrase suddenly popped into Mu Chen’s mind.
A girl's blushing face is more eloquent than any sweet talk.