Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 148 - 045 Taiyin Talisman Scripture and Heavenly Destiny Tea

This was also the reason Zhou Yan and Pan Yuming had spoken so much. But since Pan Yuming was not willing to submit, Zhou Yan had no choice but to take action.

However, this time, the move was definitely not the probing attack he had used before.

But before Zhou Yan could make a move, Pan Yuming, hesitating, acted first.

A sword suddenly appeared in his hand; it was pitch black like ink, flickering with a chilling cold light, and thrust abruptly towards Zhou Yan’s head.

With that thrust, as if accompanied by the phantom of a ferocious beast, the simple sword strike transformed. After the sword was drawn, it became as deep as an abyss and exceedingly ruthless.

In his view, at this point, there were no more words to be said, and even though he knew Zhou Yan’s identity and that Zhou Yan might not be so easy to deal with, he was still very confident in his own sword.

As he thrust his sword, the energy in the air seemed to twist as if breaking through the sky, and Zhou Yan, as if dazed, did not resist.

Only a dull "thud" was heard, and Zhou Yan just lifted his hand. The wine pot he held was still there, just using one side of the pot to block such a sword strike.

That sword was immensely powerful and even manifested a Sword Soul Illusion, meant surely to kill, but when it struck the wine pot, only a sound like the clashing of metals was heard, and nothing else happened.

The wine pot was just a rather ordinary pot, and the person drinking was casually drinking, but such a defense stunned Pan Yuming for a moment.

"As a person from the Li Family, daring to attack the son of Li Yunjin, you indeed have guts. However, beyond that, I think I won’t easily offer wine to anyone anymore, because those who drink my wine, ought to receive an opportunity but still covet my life."

Zhou Yan said casually, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Hearing this, and seeing Zhou Yan’s composure, Pan Yuming finally understood that he could definitely not be a match for him, thus his face suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He stared blankly at Zhou Yan’s indifferent demeanor, then at his own sword that was still trembling uncontrollably in his hand, the whole person momentarily stunned.

Hearing Zhou Yan’s words, he eventually became somewhat dazed, as though all this far exceeded his imagination and seemed almost unreal.

"You...you...you are already so formidable, then Feng Ling Bamboo, she..."

Pan Yuming’s words were somewhat stuttering and strained.

"If you do not want to make another move, then hand over the item. In this world, there are many ways I can acquire what I want, but I do not wish to use those methods on you. Just because Jiang Yuning did not kill you, and Feng Ling Bamboo trusts you so much, I will temporarily respect their decision."

Zhou Yan took another drink, even exposing his white neck while drinking.

That moment, as if it allowed an enemy to cut through his throat’s vital part, was just revealed.

But Pan Yuming did not dare to make a reckless move anymore; he knew that Zhou Yan was much more formidable than the rumors suggested.

"Alas, the item I obtained was not actually intended for Ji Taichong; as for the reasons, I really cannot explain, nor start. Can you believe me on this, Master Zhou?" Pan Yuming said hesitantly.

"I believe, why wouldn’t I believe? But if not for Ji Taichong, to whom else do you intend to show everything recorded in this Sword Illusion Realm?" Zhou Yan countered.

Pan Yuming gritted his teeth, his lips even bleeding, but he said no more.

"It seems that I have to employ some methods after all. I, Zhou Yan, am not a man of many words, but to have talked with you so much is already an exception. Now, even if Jiang Yuning intentionally left you to me, I can only kill you here."

Zhou Yan sighed.

At this point, since Pan Yuming still refused to confess, what more could he say?

He knew there must be a reason behind all this, and he even suspected that behind this matter it might have been Ji TaiXu, not Ji Taichong, but these were just speculations after all.

Human thoughts are always complicated, especially under such circumstances, and even though Zhou Yan had the ability to sense others’ thoughts, he still could not fully uncover the secrets in Pan Yuming’s heart.

"Master Zhou, please do not strike; I will talk."

After a long hesitation, Pan Yuming finally spoke.

He understood that Zhou Yan’s words were true because he also knew that Zhou Yan was a ruthless character, and such people often do not tolerate much talk and are merciless once angered.

Zhou Yan speaking so much had indeed given him many chances.

He was not foolish, naturally understanding these things. But...

"You may call me Zhou Lingzhe, or Young Master Zhou."

Seeing the complex and troubled expression on Pan Yuming’s face, Zhou Yan silently nodded, quietly said.

Pan Yuming was startled, suddenly frozen like a statue.

The word ’Lingzhe,’ like a thunderclap, struck him there.

For a long time, he sighed heavily and said, "Zhou Lingzhe, do you know about the Secret Realm and the coffins that Master Taichong cultivates?"

"I have heard people mention it."

Zhou Yan nodded, then continued, "I heard that in his house, there is an Ancient Prohibition area, a Desolate Land filled with many ancient graves.

That Ji Taichong, he sleeps in the graves every day and likes to invert the ancient coffins on himself, leaving only his head exposed.

Sometimes, due to the weight of the ironwood coffin, his head seemed as if it would be squeezed off, turning purplish-black and his face grotesque, yet he remained unchanged.

Therefore, the ’wickedness’ of this man is well-known, and no one dares to provoke him... but what about this matter?"

"Yes, this is the Reincarnation Cycle’s ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture,’ the real scripture that allows one to comprehend the true Tao... No matter what I am doing, even if it’s... but my goal is to obtain the ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture.’

Only by becoming stronger can I obtain what I desire, and protect what I wish to protect."

"I can understand that. The fortunes and treasures against heaven in this world are often occupied by those with virtue. With your abilities and talents, it’s right for you to desire it, but acquiring it may lead you to die even faster.

I know that recorded in the Sword Illusion Realm is the true mystery of the ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture.’ Therefore, if you hand it over to me, you might live a little longer."

"This item, actually, when planning with Feng Lingzhu, another person was involved—Li Qiyun.

He and I are also very good friends, having worked together with Feng Lingzhu for more than ten years, our relationship is exceptionally good.

The three of us could be said to share absolute trust in each other."

Pan Yuming spoke softly, his words filled with pain.

"Hmm, later, you betrayed the two of them and monopolized this opportunity?"

Zhou Yan inquired.

"No, we recorded these together, but thinking about that great secret, I ultimately couldn’t resist."

Pan Yuming spoke.

"A great secret?"

Zhou Yan started, suddenly understanding that the relationship involved was extremely complex, perhaps there was a bigger reason why Jiang Yuning left him behind.

"Yes, this secret, in fact, is—"

Pan Yuming was only halfway through when the previously hunched old man, for some reason, walked over. He held two bowls of steaming tea, smiling and said, "The crimson snow flies between Heaven and Earth, affecting the flow of human life.

Both True Men, have a cup of ’Heavenly Destiny Tea,’ this can counteract the violent energy of the red snow and keep your mind clear."

The old man, trembling, handed over the two bowls of tea.

Zhou Yan did not hesitate, took it and drank it down in one gulp.

Seeing Zhou Yan’s action, Pan Yuming’s vigilance considerably decreased, and he too drank the tea.

"This tea, tastes really good, bearing an ancient implication and a desolate and sorrowful aura, but it truly has a unique mastery over Vitality Energy. Such a good item, you could also drink more of it, so you wouldn’t appear so aged."

Zhou Yan looked at the trembling old man and said with a smile.

"I don’t drink this kind of tea."

The old man said.

"Why? Could it be that because of drinking it regularly, you’ve grown tired of it?"

"No, this kind of thing, usually, is also used for cultivation, and its effects are excellent, but at this time, when the Blood-colored Lake water boils, I would not drink it."

The old man’s eyes, seemingly dull and stagnant, suddenly became sharp, and the turbidity also suddenly became truly deep and unfathomable.

Yet Zhou Yan, as if unaware of these changes, smiled and said, "Why is that then?"

The old man stared at the Green Lotus Broken Worry Sword at Zhou Yan’s waist, a hint of ferocity in his eyes, "Because when the Blood-colored Lake water boils, the Heavenly Destiny Tea locks life, but because of the boiling water, the locked life is directly siphoned away.

You will be like those cultivators, as if devoured by ten thousand beasts, essence entirely drained, and your body disgustingly grotesque."

The old man said, already revealing a very eerie smile.

"Unexpectedly, Zhou Lingzhe, deemed a genius outside the City of No Tears, would also fall for such a simple trap. It seems this Spirit-level genius is not much after all."

At that moment, Pan Yuming also let out a mocking, strange laugh.

This voice, completely different from the usual one of Pan Yuming.