Chapter 109: Honoring Teachers and Valuing the Way Is Tradition

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... Such a monumental upheaval—Chase through the Red Nine Heavens’ flames, stealing the chestnuts from the fire, fooling everyone. Truly, this realm is destined to change. As for the Five Elements Sect’s current strategy, they have lost more than they gained, wagering the very foundation of their sect. Once the Red Nine Heavens assimilates this, reckoning is inevitable. He will have to flee again with his family. Fate and inevitability indeed. This family never ceases to uproot and move.

Feeling the howling wind, the Yin-Yang Taoist grew somewhat uncertain. “Disciple, your escape technique is quite impressive.”

“Master’s praise is too generous. This technique has already surpassed the limits of my spellcasting capacity; the burden is immense.”

With that, Cao Chengyu came to a halt. They were currently about two hundred miles from Chijing. The Red Nine Heavens still needed time to clear the enemies within the Yin Array. Fortunately, he had disposed of the troublesome burden beside him.

Respecting one’s master is a tradition in the world of immortals and heroes.

A smile graced Cao Chengyu’s lips. “Master, you don’t intend to make a move?”

“What are you saying, disciple?”

The Yin-Yang Taoist narrowed his eyes, thoughts inscrutable, but his right hand behind his back stealthily produced a talisman. “Is that so... then I apologize—I intend to tear our ties apart.”

Gradually, purple light thickened in Cao Chengyu’s pupils. The unlife poison, implanted in the Taoist’s body through physical contact during his earlier escape, began to activate.

The Yin-Yang Taoist laughed scornfully. “Well played, Cao Chengyu, truly a prodigy. When did you realize my scheme?”

“Realize? From the moment you forcibly took me as your disciple. Even the floating ‘View of the World’ technique you granted me aimed to weaken my spirit. Even a blind man could see through it.”

“...”

The Taoist’s aged face twitched, ceasing further words. The talisman had been activated; the surrounding realm was locked by its power. Should he attempt to leave, his spirit would be assaulted by the talisman’s force.

A thought stirred, and behind him, the image of the Taiji diagram appeared. As a Daoist body of Yin and Yang nature, the lowest manifestation is the Taiji diagram; those with greater potential can transform it into twin black-and-white carp, or a flood dragon, or a true dragon—far superior to him.

Indeed, his Dao foundation was damaged. Even reaching the pinnacle of the Purple Mansion realm, he remained weaker than normal cultivators.

Cao Chengyu pressed his right foot back, settling his center. The Qimen Bagua array spread beneath his feet—a method used in battle, exceedingly smooth to wield.

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Within the array’s range, one experiences a sensation of absolute control, omnipotence.

The Yin-Yang Taoist, surprised by his Qimen technique, immediately sought to flee. The Taiji diagram’s phenomenon exerted power like a spinning millstone, attempting to crush the Qimen spiritual light.

Yet, as he unleashed his attack, it backfired upon himself!

He was attacking himself?

Boom—

The Taiji millstone slammed violently into his chest, sending a mouthful of old blood flying far. The Yin-Yang Taoist staggered, barely standing, occasionally lifting a leg and twisting his neck in strange, awkward motions.

Indeed, this was inspired by the Celestial Machine Secret Technique from the myriad phenomena. Although he could not perform the Celestial Machine Secret Technique, his comprehension was astonishing.

His mastery of Qimen Bagua was a fusion of various foundational Qimen arts. Those basic techniques, once mere tools for divination and fate measurement, he elevated using the Little Six Ren Palm Formula to a superlative grade.

He had explored all facets; developing toward the Celestial Machine Secret Technique was naturally within his grasp.

However, he did not seek complete sensory loss but rather focused on intensifying disorientation of bodily sensations.

Such an overwhelmingly potent ability is lethal to cultivators.

The Yin-Yang Taoist, in great discomfort, barely adapted but still moved awkwardly. His gaze turned cold. “My dear disciple, I truly underestimated you, crafting this set of techniques especially for me.”

“No, no, Master, you’re mistaken. This was not specially prepared for you—you’re still far from that level.”

“Hahaha?!”

“Ignorant child, today you shall witness the gap between the Dao body and the Purple Mansion!”

The Yin-Yang Taoist laughed bitterly with fury.

He formed hand seals; torrents of Yin-Yang power surged like angry waves crashing ashore, fiercely attacking.

“Yin-Yang Sea, sever the spirit!”

Cao Chengyu watched quietly, motionless, seeming stunned, only the purple glow in his pupils growing stronger.

The unlife poison in his eyes erupted!

“Ugh...”

The incoming black-and-white ocean was shattered and vanished. The Yin-Yang Taoist collapsed, kneeling. His skin was dissolving!

A superlative-grade poison eye technique, feared even by Golden Core cultivators—how could he resist?

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Just as its name implies, the Unlife Poison—those struck by it must surely perish!

After enduring for so long, no immortal could heal him.

After a wail, he fell into complete silence.

Cao Chengyu sneered coldly. Though the body was dead, one must not forget the spirit; Purple Mansion cultivators already possessed the ability to usurp souls.

With a wave of his sleeve, the dragon millstone spiraled forth, shredding the corpse to pieces in moments.

At the same time, a tap on his waist summoned the Six-Eyed Long Snake Belt. Two transparent snake spirits flew out, dragging the Yin-Yang Taoist’s spirit from the void. Their jaws opened wide, ravenously devouring it.

The Six-Eyed Long Snake Belt, a supplementary spiritual artifact, belonged to the True Lord of Ten Thousand Snakes.

Above ordinary magical instruments, it is a spiritual artifact. Perfectly inscribed with the Earth-Heaven Twelve Prohibitions, it ranks as a fourth-grade high-level magical instrument, suitable for Golden Core cultivators.

When the Earth-Heaven Twelve Prohibitions merge into one, forming a Heavenly Gang Prohibition, the artifact gains sentience—not alive, but surpassing life.

Hence, it is called a spiritual artifact.

This stage resembles the breakthrough from Nascent Soul to a higher state—a fundamental transformation akin to crossing a vast chasm. The power of a spiritual artifact far exceeds that of mere magical instruments.

The Six-Eyed Long Snake Belt was used by the True Lord of Ten Thousand Snakes to carry and tame snakes—a spiritual artifact.

The first three emerald gems on the belt’s front each contain an internal space vast as a football field, capable of storing living creatures, far surpassing storage bags or spirit beast pouches.

The three emeralds on the back form the Long Snake Space.

The so-called Long Snake is an ancient extraordinary beast.

As a juvenile, it measures hundreds of meters; as an adult, thousands of meters. Its body lacks scales but is covered with pale blue long hair.

It possesses divine powers to consume spirits, devour poison, and manipulate space.

These two small ten-meter-long furry snakes are the belt’s spirit guardians. Within the Long Snake Space lies their original bloodline. Should Cao Chengyu wish to raise a pet, he can release numerous snakes into the Long Snake Space at the back of his waist, allowing them to kill each other in a gu-style nurturing. The survivors gain the reward of Long Snake’s extraordinary blood.

When all three Long Snake Spaces contain snakes nearing a hundred meters, they can be brought to a vacant ground to battle. The last surviving snake inherits the complete Long Snake bloodline.

Finally, by sacrificing one of the spirit guardians and feeding it to the surviving Long Snake, the spirit transmission is replenished.

Thus, a true extraordinary Long Snake will reemerge, and the spirit link ensures the cultivator’s control.

As long as the belt remains in hand, there is no fear of losing control.

As for additional functions, such as devouring the Yin-Yang Taoist’s hidden spirit, that is merely a minor feature.

“Calling them Long Snakes feels odd—you have long hair, so let’s call you Hairy Snakes instead...” Cao Chengyu muttered to himself, defining the two furry snake spirits.