Chapter 127: Chapter 126: Golden Light Divine Curse

A moment later, both Yunyang and Taoist Ming Yu were staring blankly into space.

"Oh my god!"

"So that’s how it is!"

Through the information imparted by the Thunder Seed, along with the cross-world welcome from Taoist Yan Song and Taoist Yi Hong in their Divine Sense, the two men finally understood their current situation.

Eradicating Evil and Accumulating Merit, gathering Evil Qi, condensing a Thunder Seed, and in turn, empowering oneself!

"No wonder we have to live in Yangcheng," Yunyang said, exasperated. "You’re a walking Two Realms Gate. We need you to travel between the Two Realms."

Gu Zhao remained expressionless. "If you think it’s a hassle, I can take back the Thunder Seed."

At this, Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow, feigning sudden realization. "I seem to recall you saying that you would rather die, that you would rather jump off South Mountain, than ever stay in Yangcheng?"

Gu Zhao shook his head with mock regret and held out his hand. "My apologies. I was too presumptuous..."

Yunyang jolted, then immediately dropped to one knee. Cupping his fists, his eyes filled with adoration and anticipation as he declared with earnest passion, "I, Yun Piaoling, have drifted for half my life, my only regret not having met a wise lord! If you will not cast me aside, my lord, I wish to acknowledge you as my foster father!"

"What the hell!" Gu Zhao immediately aimed a kick at him.

With a sudden flip, Yunyang was as agile as a dove and as graceful as a swallow. He deftly dodged Gu Zhao’s kick, somersaulting ten feet away and landing lightly on his feet.

The move didn’t surprise Gu Zhao, but Yunyang himself was stunned. ’I’m this skilled now?’

The Thunder Seed had settled in his Sea of Consciousness, activating his Innate Qi. It had also used some Spiritual Qi to refine his body’s meridians and slightly replenish his Magical Power. Besides, while the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi on Blue Star was thin, it wasn’t completely absent.

So even though Yunyang hadn’t yet gone to the Otherworld to replenish his Magical Power, he had already undergone a fundamental change.

Furthermore, Quanzhen Disciples emphasized Body Refining, and the Eight Immortals Palace had its own Martial Arts heritage. Without even realizing it, Yunyang had already attained skills comparable to a Martial Arts Expert.

Seeing Yunyang’s transformation, Taoist Ming Yu chuckled. As he savored the wonderful sensation of Magical Power filling his body, he couldn’t help but twitch his fingers, eager to try his own powers.

Seeing the excitement all over Yunyang’s face, Gu Zhao teased, "So, are you satisfied with the finder’s fee?"

"Satisfied! I’m more than satisfied!" Yunyang laughed heartily and cupped his fists again. "Foster Father, from now on, when it comes to Exorcising Demons and Evil Spirits, I, Yun, will be your vanguard, slaying generals and seizing banners!"

Gu Zhao pointed at Taoist Ming Yu, then shot a sideways glance at Yunyang. "With Taoist Yan Song, Taoist Yi Hong, and Taoist Ming Yu around, you’re just a tagalong who got in through connections."

Yunyang couldn’t help but grin. Compared to those three great Daoists, his own Dao Practice was indeed still shallow; right now, he was even weaker than Gu Zhao. But he immediately declared his resolve, "Don’t worry, I’ll work hard! It’s just fighting, isn’t it? We men of Qin are the best at that!"

Gu Zhao nodded in satisfaction. This was precisely why he had brought Yunyang along. From ancient times to the present, as long as the glory of battle was the incentive, the people of Qin could always be counted on. After all, history had already proven it.

"Keep up the good work, young man. Try to help us achieve Ascension by next year. The future legacy of the Taoist Sect rests on your shoulders." Gu Zhao patted Yunyang’s shoulder, his expression one of solemn encouragement.

Yunyang stared, wide-eyed.

’Damn it, I became a Daoist in the first place because I didn’t want to listen to bosses making empty promises. How is it that I’m a Daoist now and still have to listen to my boss making empty promises?’

’But this particular pie... it smells so good!’

Just then, Taoist Zhi Qing and Chang Le walked into the small courtyard.

"Why were you looking for me, Mr. Gu?" Taoist Zhi Qing asked curiously.

Before Gu Zhao could reply, Taoist Ming Yu waved his hand and said, "Help me prepare. Buy me a high-speed rail ticket; I’m going to Yangcheng."

Taoist Zhi Qing: ???

Taoist Zhi Qing was completely bewildered. He had no idea what sort of madness had possessed his Martial Uncle. ’You practically need someone to support you when you walk, and you want to go to Yangcheng? Aren’t you afraid you’ll die on the way?’

Seeing the bewildered expression on Taoist Zhi Qing’s round face, Taoist Ming Yu burst out laughing. Then he waved at Chang Le, "Wait outside the gate, and close it behind you."

Chang Le bowed in acknowledgement, stepped outside, and closed the courtyard gate.

Knowing that Taoist Zhi Qing was also a candidate and that he would need him to provide a cover story, Taoist Ming Yu decided it was appropriate to reveal a little. "My illness has been cured," he said. "I’m going to live in Yangcheng for the foreseeable future."

Taoist Zhi Qing glanced from Taoist Ming Yu to Gu Zhao and Yunyang, his mind a whirl of questions. If he hadn’t known that the latter two were Taoist Sect disciples who had cultivated True Qi, he would have started demanding answers long ago.

But for now, he simply looked at Taoist Ming Yu, knowing that since his Martial Uncle had sent Chang Le away, an explanation was sure to follow.

And he did get an explanation from Taoist Ming Yu, just not the one he was expecting.

He watched as Taoist Ming Yu rose to his feet. Performing the Righteous Yu Step, he formed the Taiqing Seal with his hands. While operating his Cultivation and Luck, he began chanting a Spell, "Heaven and Earth Profound Sect, Root of Ten Thousand Qi. Vast Cultivation for Billions of Years, Prove My Divine Techniques. Within and Without the Three Realms, Only the Dao is Supreme. Body..."

After the first line, a gentle breeze stirred in the small courtyard, and the sunlight seemed to grow warmer.

After the second line, an aura of the Dao flowed out from Taoist Ming Yu’s body, enveloping him.

After the third line, Taoist Zhi Qing saw a golden light emerge on Taoist Ming Yu’s skin. It merged with the aura of the Dao and gradually enveloped his entire body.

After the fourth line, the radiant aura of the Dao had taken shape, covering and illuminating his entire body.

The fifth and sixth lines merely served to make the golden light more dazzling, more harmonious, more complete, and more powerful.

After chanting six lines, he stopped before the seventh. Taoist Ming Yu shook his head. "For now, this is as far as I can cast it. It only has a self-defense effect. Later, it should also be able to provide blessings, counterattack with Thunder Techniques, and offer combat support."

Gu Zhao and Yunyang both looked with considerable envy at Taoist Ming Yu, who was now covered in golden light.

Although the Eight Great Taoist Spells were widely circulated and everyone knew the incantations, the internal Dharma Gate for performing the Cultivation and Luck was a secret passed down within the sect, unrecorded in any version of the Daoist Canon.

Although some Daoists throughout history had managed to reverse-engineer the route for Cultivation and Luck from the very sound and breath of the incantation, their versions were different from the original and not necessarily as powerful.

But Taoist Ming Yu’s Divine Curse Technique was, of course, the genuine article!

Gu Zhao and Yunyang could sense that this Golden Light Divine Curse was roughly equivalent to the combined effects of a Celestial Spirit Talisman and a Vajra Profound Talisman. Although it had to be actively cast, it could truly ward off all malevolent qi and block all physical damage.

But even as they felt a pang of envy, they were also excited and filled with anticipation, because they knew they would likely be able to learn it soon, too.

After all, as the master of Daluo Palace (and the master’s foster son), they could, of course, learn all of Daluo Palace’s Spells.

But Taoist Zhi Qing was already stunned.

He stood rooted to the spot, eyes staring, mouth slightly agape, a completely vacant look on his face.

Staring at Taoist Ming Yu bathed in golden light, Taoist Zhi Qing felt like his CPU had just been fried.

’Did a patriarch just reveal himself?’

’Did Lord Lao just pass down a new Technique?’

’Is Martial Uncle about to achieve Ascension?’

’Or am I just hallucinating? Daydreaming?’

And so, Taoist Zhi Qing asked a foolish question: "What is this?"

Taoist Ming Yu replied with feigned nonchalance, "The Golden Light Divine Curse, of course."