Chapter 275 - - 273 Specially for Face-Slapping Duge_1

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“Don’t be afraid, your talent is extremely good, and given time, you could well become a Land Immortal. Heavenly Demons aren’t anything to fear either; you might even find dealing with them easier than dealing with Ghost Kings.”

Mistaking Duge’s daydreaming for fear, Daoist Suwen comforted him kindly.

As he spoke, he handed his cell phone to Duge, showing him the videos of those two Heavenly Demons, and smiled, “Greed is a demon, worries are demons, anger is a demon, killing is also a demon. Demons are obsessions and wicked thoughts.

The so-called keywords are merely the external manifestations of demons. Eliminate the greed of the greedy, soothe the anger of the angry, the Demon Head will self-destruct. Find their weaknesses, and they’re easier to deal with than ghosts.”

Damn!

The old Taoist saw the essence of the keywords at a glance!

Actions that align with the keywords allow for growth, those that don’t conform weaken one, isn’t this the same principle as the old Taoist’s explanation of demons!

Without madness, there’s no survival.

So the essence of Pan-Universe Entertainment is that it’s created a bunch of troubled Demon Heads.

“Thank you for the guidance, Master. I always thought Heavenly Demons were more formidable than ghosts!” Duge said with a humble smile, “So what should I pay attention to when facing a Heavenly Demon?”

Daoist Suwen glanced at Duge, and said, “First, adhere to your true nature and don’t let it influence your mind; second, be stronger than him.”

“…” Duge was startled and looked at the old Daoist with a smile, “Master, I didn’t expect you to be so humorous.”

“It’s not humor; I’m stating a fact.” Daoist Suwen pulled out a book called “Collection of Talisman Scripts” from the bookshelf and threw it to Duge, “If you’re not strong enough, even if you know the Heavenly Demon’s weak points, you’re still likely to be controlled by him. Practice drawing talismans tonight and meditate in the second half of the night to recover your energy. Follow the old Daoist in martial training early tomorrow morning. Just focusing on Inner Strength won’t help you; facing a Heavenly Demon, you might not even be able to cast a talisman…”

Martial training?

You probably don’t know how strong I am!

Ever since experiencing the taste of maximizing his body attributes, Duge had lost interest in training in martial arts.

All martial skills in the world are unbreakable through speed and invincible by force.

With enhanced attributes, he was both fast and strong.

No matter how fancy the techniques, they couldn’t stand against his punch, both fast and fierce.

“Master, the company is holding a press conference tomorrow, so I still need to go down the mountain,” Duge said, flipping through the “Collection of Talisman Scripts.” The table of contents listed talismans such as Supreme Pure Cave Seal, Daoist Scripture Master seal, Five Thunder Ghost-cutting Seal… Evil-expelling Talisman, Demon-suppressing Talisman, Five Dragons Talisman… Five Ghosts Talisman, Seven Killing Talisman… Godspeed Talisman, Spirit Condensing Talisman, Satisfaction Talisman, and so on, covering everything one could need.

Each corresponding page had a pattern of the talisman and the respective method of use.

“You can skip the Supreme Pure Cave Seal at the beginning; you won’t be able to draw those talismans without sufficient Cultivation Level.”

Daoist Suwen stood beside Duge, ready with ink, cinnabar, and yellow paper: “Start practicing with the Spirit Condensing and the calming talismans. These talismans will be more helpful to your cultivation. As for going down the mountain, with Heavenly Demons wreaking havoc below and the Demon King coveting your body, it’s better not to leave the mountain yet. No amount of wealth is as valuable as life.

I already know about the incidents that happened to you, and it’s a good opportunity to sever worldly ties and focus on Taoist practice. Don’t worry about things like breach-of-contract penalties; the old Daoist has some connections in the secular world and will take care of them for you.”

I took over a celebrity’s body precisely for his influence; if you take care of my fans for me, where will I go to level up!

Duge complained inside and said, “Master, the business down the mountain is what I have strived for years. I don’t want to give it up.”

“What’s there to yearn for in the mundane world? Pursue the great Dao of heaven and earth, and one day you’ll become a Land Immortal. What can’t you achieve then?” Daoist Suwen looked up and scolded, “You don’t realize how outstanding your talent is. If anyone in the world can become a Land Immortal, it’s none other than you. Don’t make the wrong choices. Moreover, if you go down the mountain now and get taken over by the Demon King, not only will you lose your life, but what will become of your business?”

“I’ve learned the Five Thunder Talisman; what do I have to fear from the Demon King?” Duge said, “When the time comes, no matter it’s a Heavenly Demon or a Demon King, one talisman will strike them all dead.”

“One can’t become fat with one bite.” Su Wen glared at him and handed him the cinnabar-laden brush, “I truly don’t know how with your impetuous nature, you manage to enter meditation quickly. Come here and draw a talisman.

When the Daoist tradition of talisman-drawing began, one had to bathe, change clothes, and set up an altar for ceremonies.

It’s not so strict now, but while drawing a talisman, one must maintain concentration on the Dantian, quiet the spirit, and channel energy through the brush, connecting thoughts between heaven and earth, striving for perfection in one stroke.

It may be difficult at first, but with practice, you’ll eventually succeed. If you feel tired, sit and meditate to regain energy. It took your master three days to successfully draw his first talisman…”

As Daoist Suwen kept rambling on about the key points of drawing talismans, Duge had already started drawing and created a perfect Spirit Talisman on the yellow paper in one go.

At the moment the talisman was completed, Duge felt a portion of the qi he had just cultivated dissipate from his body.

Indeed.

The Daoist talismans require cultivation for drawing; these talismans are infused with Spiritual Energy, and mere mortals, even if they stumbled upon this “Collection of Talisman Scripts” and mimicked the drawings, would just end up with useless paper.

As he pondered, Duge switched to another piece of yellow paper and quickly drew another Godspeed Talisman.

Daoist Suwen’s voice stopped abruptly, and he stared dumbfounded at the two talismans on the table, filled with Spiritual Energy and near-perfect in execution, completely taken aback: “You…you drew the Five Thunder Talisman? And the Godspeed Talisman?”

“Yes!” Duge turned and looked at the old Daoist with a smile, “Master, I have the skill of photographic memory, and I’ve already memorized their drawings while going through the book. Drawing talismans isn’t as hard as Master said. You only need a hand to do it, right? Three days? Master, you don’t need to comfort me with that…”

He used a light tone to tease the old Daoist.

Duge once again picked up his brush and drew an amulet on the yellow paper, brimming with spiritual energy just the same.

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Are there really such monstrosities in this world?

Daoist Suwen looked at Duge, biting his back teeth so hard they hurt.

He had only told Duge about the method for drawing talismans but hadn’t hand-taught him; seeing him not even flip through the book and directly drawing a Five Thunder Talisman, Suwen had intended to let him suffer a setback, then take the opportunity to teach him the importance of steadiness and diligent practice.

Using spiritual energy to draw talismans, if it failed, would lead to a backlash, and he had even taken out medicine for healing injuries.

Getting an inner injury from drawing a talisman would be a good excuse for convalescing and cultivating in the mountains, hence avoiding any press conferences; two birds with one stone…

Who knew his prized disciple wouldn’t stumble in the least and would draw the talisman in the blink of an eye? Suwen thought back to when he had successfully completed his first talisman; it wasn’t three days but half a month it took him, and that was for the simplest Spirit Condensing Talisman.

Daoist Suwen felt his face burn, and once again couldn’t help but have murderous thoughts.

Too monstrous!

How could there be such a genius in the world?

Most crucially, Duge could even talk while he drew. When Suwen himself had first drawn a talisman, he created the Five Thunder Talisman, and even the revered Daoist Ancestor wouldn’t have been able to do this!

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Fire talismans, water talismans, Green Wood Talismans, Five Ghosts Fortune Transporting Talismans…

Duge flipped through the book as he drew all the talismans he saw, quickly producing over a dozen; as he drew, he said, “Master, cultivating the Tao is really so simple, if I’d known, I would have started cultivation earlier. Master, when you first learned to draw talismans, you must have been even better than me, right? No wonder you never took those Heavenly Demons to heart…”

That is what discrimination is! This is discrimination!

Even without saying a single hurtful word, one can make the other person feel deeply inferior.

Watching Duge produce one talisman after another, Daoist Suwen’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he found himself at a loss for words. What could he say, that it took him half a month to draw his first talisman?

Does he still hold any status as a master?

Who would have thought that half a day ago, the seemingly excellent disciple he had accepted knew nothing about cultivation?

“Cheng Yu, stop now, you shouldn’t draw too many talismans at once to avoid depleting your vital energy,” the older Daoist Suwen sighed, letting go of his inner turmoil and advised.

“No need,” Duge replied with a smile, turning to glance at him and saying, “I’ve discovered that I can circulate the heavenly cycle while drawing talismans, without neglecting either. Cultivation is originally this relaxing; why don’t people in the secular world learn it? If the Daoist teachings were spread, no matter how many Heavenly Demons came to this world, they’d be done for!”

F*ck me!

Daoist Suwen’s aged face flushed red. He had just mentioned vital energy depletion, and here Duge was performing the heavenly cycle circulation while drawing talismans! You’re not really my disciple; you’re here to slap me in the face, aren’t you?

This disciple is just too much!

With an inner sigh, Daoist Suwen eventually relented, believing that, at this point, if someone told him Duge was the reincarnation of the Daoist Ancestor, he would not doubt it.

Clearing his throat, Daoist Suwen said, “Cheng Yu, you just mentioned there’s a press conference tomorrow?”

“Mhm,” Duge, seeing through Suwen’s thoughts, turned and said, “Master is right, cultivation is more important. I’m now more interested in drawing talismans, so whether to attend the press conference or not…”

“You should still go,” Daoist Suwen, twirling his beard, advised, “A cultivator shouldn’t only focus on arduous cultivation; you also need to temper your heart amidst the mortal world. That would benefit your cultivation even more…”

“But what if I encounter the Demon King?” Duge hesitated.

“Hit him with a Five Thunder Talisman,” Suwen said.

“But Master hasn’t taught me martial arts,” Duge said. “What if I can’t produce a talisman when the time comes?”

“…” Daoist Suwen hesitated for a moment and ultimately set aside the thought of sending Duge down the mountain. He chanted his Daoist name and calmed his restless spirit, “Cheng Yu, I was out of line just now. You’d better focus on deep cultivation in the temple. I’ll take care of the press conference…”

The old Daoist, after all, was a man of integrity.

Even in a fit of pique, he couldn’t bear to send Duge to his death down the mountain. Selfishly, he couldn’t ruin a good seedling that might attain the Golden Core.

But merely moments later…

Seeing Duge’s fierce and precise moves as he practiced martial arts, stronger even than his own, Daoist Suwen couldn’t hold back; he decided to banish him down the mountain.

If it weren’t for the assurance that Duge had never learned the Daoist arts before, Su Wen would have thought he was his arch-nemesis, come to mock him!

Damn it!

If he continued to teach this disciple, he himself might go mad with rage.

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