Chapter 303: Chapter 159: Complete Cultivation Technique, Sword Pointed at the Primordial

"When facing the pursuit of a madman, you can’t reason with him."

"We’ve only eaten at his house for such a short time, it seems like it’s all over..."

Fang Qingzhu sighed.

Just like a rabbit struck by an arrow.

Hurriedly dragging the little Xiaoyu away, they scurried out of Cuihu Residence, faces full of terror.

Others might not know, but she certainly does.

This Cultivation Technique of the Celestial Star Sect has, for hundreds of years, caused the deaths of countless people.

Anyone who practices it, in the early stages, wields immense power, slaughtering across the land.

No matter how wise and formidable the heroic figures are, in their later years, they all go mad and begin indiscriminately killing the innocent.

This knowledge, documented as unofficial history, is available in the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest.

Fang Qingzhu usually doesn’t have many hobbies other than enjoying some grilled meat and fish and practicing martial arts and swordsmanship just to pass the time... However, she is quite interested in reading some light books. So, she recognizes the signs of the Celestial Star Power infusing the body.

"Madness, what madness?"

Light flickered before her eyes, and a wild wind howled beside her, then something shot past.

Fang Qingzhu screamed, lunging toward the figure.

She had already seen clearly; it was Chen Ping.

At this moment, Chen Ping’s appearance hadn’t changed much, but his entire aura felt completely different.

If before, Chen Ping, clad in a blue robe, his face as gentle as jade, gave an unusual sense of affinity.

Even his enemies, upon seeing him, couldn’t help but feel joy at first sight. It was hard to harbor feelings of aversion; they only killed him because of conflicting interests and even if they did, it was with regret.

They would feel a string of guilt at destroying something beautiful in the world.

This was also the reason why Fang Qingzhu and her maidservant could so easily switch hosts without a care.

It wasn’t entirely because these two women were brainless and only good for eating.

It didn’t matter who provided the meals, it had to be someone pleasant to look at.

At least it helps feast the eyes and calm the heart, right?

But now, Chen Ping?

The warm, spring-like demeanor on his face had disappeared entirely.

Just standing there, a chilling fear struck the soul, and his blood-red eyes burned like ghostly flames.

As he spoke, delivering a palm strike, the air thundered and burst, with seven-colored starlight flickering in his palm, appearing right above them.

And as this palm descended, Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu’s faces stiffened.

Their expressions frozen, their blood and True Qi circulation also came to a standstill, as if the entire space had been frozen in place.

In the next moment, they’d be shattered by this Seven-Colored Palm Power.

"Three Lights Divine Spell."

A jolt in Fang Qingzhu’s mind, as anxiety and intuition kicked in, she recalled her master’s teachings. In an instant, she formed a seal and chanted the spell, the words flowing from her mouth.

She felt, for the first time in her life, she recited a spell so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, seven syllables were uttered, and three-colored divine light burst forth from between her eyebrows, hitting Chen Ping with a puff.

When encountering a strong enemy, chant Three Lights.

If lost on the way, chant Three Lights.

For a lonely heart, chant Three Lights.

That’s what the master said.

This Cultivation Technique could be very useful; after chanting, the mind becomes calm, fearing neither pain nor sorrow, the soul appears to transcend, the heart attains great freedom.

Yet it is also useless, for the Three Lights Divine Spell can’t help in a fight, nor can it stave off hunger, let alone appease cravings which must be solved by food, not spells.

Chanting spells excessively was a habit of Fang Qingzhu’s.

Upon chanting, she found that it really did serve some purpose.

A light enveloped Chen Ping’s face.

And then, the thunderous pressure from above her stopped, restraining her completely, until she could no longer move.

Her hair blown by the palm breeze danced like golden snakes, covering her forehead and eyes.

"That was close. Crazy, but not entirely mad."

Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu simultaneously opened their mouths wide, exhaling deeply.

"I just wanted to test your Lightweight Skill, that’s all. Oh, this Three Lights Divine Spell is quite remarkable, how do you practice it?"

Chen Ping fell silent for a moment, gently rubbing the heads of Fang Qingzhu and her maidservant, speaking with a hint of embarrassment.

Fang Qingzhu dared not move an inch, forcing a smile upon hearing him, "It’s very simple, I can teach you."

You say test Lightweight Skill, then it’s to test Lightweight Skill, I almost died, you know.

Actually, she once promised Chen Ping to teach him the Three Lights Divine Spell and the Three Lights Divine Swordsmanship. It wasn’t a big deal, as they followed entirely different paths.

Sword Technique isn’t all about learning as much as possible.

In her view, Chen Ping’s several Sword Techniques were among the world’s best, better practiced than her own, what’s the point in practicing the Three Lights Divine Sword, except as a reference.

As for the Three Lights Divine Spell, its incantation is most tedious, and it’s essentially useless.

Fang Qingzhu observed carefully a while longer, seeing no further signs of madness in Chen Ping, finally setting her heart at ease as she grandly ordered another table of dishes, eating heartily to calm her nerves, and then explained the cultivation method of the Three Lights Divine Spell.

"This is the Calm Heart Technique?"

Chen Ping quickly learned it, then discovered that this spell had no hierarchy, nor did it reveal any profound mysteries.

It didn’t even affect his Qi and Blood cultivation nor his Inner Qi cultivation speed, which remained the same.

The only use was that while chanting, one could achieve a calming state of mind.

"What’s the point of this?"

Chen Ping sat once more in the pavilion of Cuihu Residence, pondering for a long while before it made sense to him.