Chapter 47: Zhong Mao and Jie Sha’s duel

The pieces of agarwood began to burn, emitting a wisp of blue smoke. This was the precious agarwood left behind by my master. I later looked up some information and learned that this was the top-grade green chess of agarwood, and with my master’s years of nurturing, its value could no longer be measured in money.

The light smoke of agarwood has always had the effect of calming the mind and calming the spirit. The mind is immersed in the burning fragrance, resisting all external disturbances. It has always been a top-grade tranquilizer, so this qinan is also effective for heart disease and can quickly calm the mind.

I personally cannot completely resist Wu Liyu’s interference, and can only rely on the power of this Qinan Shen. This agarwood has been nurtured by my master, and contains the essence of my master’s teachings, making the effect even more powerful.

While I was working on the agarwood, Wu Liyu was also busy, and he even started to set up a simple formation. I have only been practicing for a short time, and I am not as experienced as the older generation who have been practicing for almost their entire lives. I don’t have much insight, and I have no idea what kind of formation he is setting up.

But it doesn’t matter, no matter how you change, I will break it with my own strength.

In the heart-warming fragrance, I once again began the art of Zhongmao. Wu Liyu of course also knew the efficacy of agarwood, but how could he let me succeed so easily, and besides, he couldn’t figure out the origin of the agarwood I took out.

Once again, the interference began, but this time, with the help of the incense’s calming and tranquilizing smoke, I was barely able to focus my mind and sense the power. As long as I could successfully sense the power, it would be very easy to channel it.

Wu Liyu’s interference was getting stronger and stronger, and it was as if he and I were engaged in a tug-of-war. In the end, I won, but it wasn’t easy. Forcing myself to concentrate was not a pleasant thing, and it put a lot of pressure on my brain.

The moment I felt the familiar power spreading throughout my body, I opened my eyes. The first reaction was to spit out a few mouthfuls of bitter water. Because the pressure on my brain was too great, my body could not help but react.

Seeing my performance, Wu Liyu’s face showed a hint of smugness, and the master finally couldn’t help but worry and walked forward and asked, “Chengyi, don’t force yourself.

I waved my hand and gave my master a reassuring look. Then my consciousness gradually weakened, and another powerful consciousness took over my body. In fact, my “Zhongmao” technique is not considered a complete version, because I can’t control that power at all. I’m just watching my master use my body to “perform.” When I can control this power and will, I can consider it a complete Zhongmao technique that is close to the upper level.

My will was left out of the situation, and the first thing the other me, who had become my master, did was wipe the corner of his mouth and then say in a self-deprecating tone, “What a mess!”

Wu Liyu over there didn’t know that my Zhongmao technique had succeeded, and he was still yelling. Although my consciousness was in a state of being next to it, I was still very clear that Wu Liyu’s intentions were very sinister. He saw me spit, and judged that I must have been interrupted in my spell, and that I was not completely sober. If he continued to yell like this, I would be shocked into an idiot.

It is not easy to break free from the mind and restore clarity after casting a spell. Even if you say something embarrassing in the middle, it can only mean that your consciousness has recovered slightly. Wu Liyu saw this and just roared harder.

This person’s mind is really ruthless! I despised him in my heart, and the same thought also included my master. I clearly saw a look of disdain on his face. My master knew at that moment that I had succeeded.

“It’s so noisy, shut up!” My master was a wild and uninhibited person, free and easygoing, and indeed, under the slightest hint of my master’s will, my performance was the same.

But who is my master? Is this sentence just a casual remark? When this sentence was spoken, it already contained a subtle roar. How could Wu Liyu compare with his master? When my master spoke this sentence, it actually made Wu Liyu swallow the words he wanted to roar. This kind of roar originally requires qi to be used in the practice, and when it is suppressed by others, it is equivalent to being interrupted in the practice. Wu Liyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Such a change of events made Wu Liyu’s face reveal a trace of anger, but he was a deep thinker. He immediately regained his composure and said in a calm tone, “You succeeded, you really defied the heavens! However, there is still a lot to be desired. If this function can exert half the power of Uncle Li, I will inevitably fall into a short coma, and you can clean up the mess.”

He was talking, but his hands were busy. He had originally set up a simple formation, and now he was busy with his hands, quickly completing the formation.

As for the words I said in response to Wu Liyu’s deliberate ‘blow’, I just impatiently dug my ears and the next moment I took out the whisk from my waist, gently stroked the handle of the whisk and whispered, “It’s really familiar!”

I couldn’t see my own expression or look, but I saw the excitement on my master’s face. Although my will was in a weak position, I could also feel my own emotions at the moment, a faint joy and nostalgia. This experience was really amazing.

This emotion only lasted a moment, and I returned to my usual state of neither joy nor sorrow. I raised the whisk, looked up at Wu Liyu over there, and said, “Set up the barrier. Invite the god of death. Didn’t that guy love to use this trick to take advantage of people when he was young?”

Which guy is that? Since I was in a weak position, I was unable to touch the information contained in this willpower, that is, the fragments of memory, so I had no idea what I was talking about.

However, in the face of this statement, Wu Liyu’s face showed a rare anger, but he was suffering from the spell and could not speak at all. He could only look at me with a bitter and resentful look.

I looked at him with great pleasure. I could understand his emotions. He probably wanted to say that even if you are Uncle Li, you can’t insult my master like this.

I don’t understand how this magic can take advantage of people, but I know that the most important step in writing a talisman is to seal it. The more powerful the seal, the better the effect of the talisman! The so-called sealing of the talisman, inviting the god of death, is equivalent to using the power of the talisman on oneself. It is a subtle magic, equivalent to adding a layer of power to one’s own power.

If you think about it, it’s understandable. The power of the outside world, without having to invite a god, without consuming spiritual awareness, and without having to use Taoist magic, without consuming the power of the soul to suppress the balance, is really a great advantage.

Moreover, after the formation was set up, the process of casting the spell was unusually fast. Wu Liyu looked at me with a hint of resentment for only two seconds, and by the time I was still playing with the whisk, Wu Liyu had already finished casting the spell.

At this point, his whole demeanor had changed, and he looked at me with a little more confidence and arrogance.

“Arrogant young man.” After I snorted in disdain, I waved the whisk and took up a fighting stance.

The next moment, Wu Liyu, who had already been affected by an external force, began a new spell. A whirlwind arose inexplicably in the underground cave. I was too familiar with this gloomy whirlwind. Wasn’t it a harbinger of the appearance of evil spirits?

There are so many evil spells in that school, and they are all deadly. They are all spells that can kill people without warning, and they don’t have the benevolence of orthodox spells that leave a way out for everything.

But at this time, I also have a little admiration for Wu Liyu. It takes a long time for people with low skills to perform the “inviting the spirits” technique. Moreover, it is already good if a few spirits can be invited.

From the way Wu Liyu casually waved his hand, and the dark whirlwinds in the cave came in waves, I knew that this person was truly unfathomable.

But at this time, I didn’t care at all. I took a step forward, and the soft whisk was like a straightened piece of software, sweeping at the nearest gust of wind at a delicate angle. The gust of wind was inexplicably stopped by this sweeping.

It seemed like a light brush, but I, who was forced to stay in the spirit altar, knew what it meant to be in unbearable pain. Because that brush stroke was my own power concentrated in the whisk, just one brush stroke, and I felt my power gushing out like it was free.