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Chapter 88 Monk, Dao Seed

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Monk, Dao Seed

At that moment, everyone was simultaneously attracted by a spiritual light.

In the sky full of talisman papers, a bright light suddenly shone from one, and beneath it in a coffin, a corpse’s glow seemed to have a strange resonance with it.

In the pile of coffins, a disciple of the Funerary Preserving Vein who was performing a ritual immediately sensed it. With his mana pulsing, he raised his hand and gestured towards the glowing cluster.

As the glow fluctuated, runes began to move, flying towards the talisman paper in the sky.

The disciple who owned the talisman paper showed a joyful expression, immediately crafting talismans quickly, throwing them one after another into the glowing cluster.

At this time, the middle-aged scholar sensed something and waved his hand, causing several illusory books to fly down, integrating with the talisman papers into the glowing cluster.

The spiritual light surged, mana flowed.

After a moment, five secret books emerged.

"Fireball Technique" x2,

"Divine Movement Technique" x1,

"Wanyu Basic Cultivation Method" x2,

With the emergence of the physical secret books, the glowing cluster writhed as if trying to gather into a unique pure spirituality.

"Boom!"

However, it ultimately failed to condense. Accompanied by a soft sound, the light group exploded, transforming into a rain of spiritual light, falling towards the coffin array below. Many were absorbed by the damaged weapons inside the coffins.

With the explosion of the glowing cluster, the disciple performing the Funerary Preserving Vein ritual trembled, his ritual movements stiffened for a moment, and his eyes flickered for a moment, then he resumed.

Wang Zijia, who had witnessed all of this, instantly understood the various doubts in his mind.

So that’s how it is, no wonder the Inheritance Peak is a sect tomb. It turns out the secret books come from the deceased monks, though whether that’s the only source is still unclear at the moment.

But from the suppression of the prices of low-grade items by the Wanyu Sect and the massive development of basic disciples, this is at least one of the main sources.

Wang Zijia paid special attention to the "Wanyu Basic Cultivation Method", there were two copies, which emerged from a silver light cluster from a corpse.

So, guessing this way, did the disciples produce secret books to some extent after cultivating?

Are the disciples the farmers in the field, the Dao Seeds?

So the Wanyu Sect suppressed the prices of low-level spiritual materials to make the lower cultivation circles extremely rife?

What is this, farming?

No wonder secret books are so expensive...

It seems that the purpose of calling them, these disciples, is not simply to form an atmosphere group.

After all, Wang Zijia had seen it clearly just now. The reason why the secret books were born was because of an initial attraction caused by a resonance between a talisman paper and a glow in a coffin.

So, are they here to act as pill guides?

So is that why the female elder of the Pill Institute said that those with deep negative virtues might need more Replenishing Qi Pills?

Because are they really judging by appearances?

...

While Wang Zijia was thinking, various phenomena started to frequently appear above his head, and secret books were continuously born.

Occasionally, a silver light cluster didn’t disperse completely after extracting a secret book, but turned into a cluster of pure spiritual essence. It was immediately grabbed by the female elder in the sky and put into the pill furnace to refine pills on the spot.

Around the array, there were also some low-level disciples of the Pill Institute who were trying their best to intercept the scattered spiritual light, throwing them into their own pill furnaces to refine something.

More spiritual light fell like rain, some disappeared, some were slowly absorbed by the broken utensils in the coffin.

Gradually, many people started to be busy within the entire array.

But Wang Zijia frowned, he had already thrown out the third talisman paper and had waited for a whole quarter of an hour, yet no resonance had occurred.

"Could it be that I have a deficit in negative virtues? I don’t remember doing anything unkind in my previous life!"

Wang Zijia, rendered almost speechless, watched helplessly as the talisman paper he threw out slowly dissipated.

Clearly, the reward for this task would depend on performance. Against such a capricious and subjective evaluation, he was helpless even if he was desperate.

There were many around him who shared his anxiety, and several, who were incredibly busy, having just completed one resonance, only to start another.

A classic case of "the parched get parched to death, and the drowned get drowned to death".

"If only this were the Pollution Method, then I could devise a way to lure it!" Watching the mortician disciples performing their rites, such were Wang Zijia’s thoughts.

Immediately after, Wang Zijia’s eyes lit up as he observed the spiritual light filtering off the corpses.

Although it wasn’t the Pollution Method, the spiritual light produced by it was the same, right?

So, could it be lured?

No sooner thought than done.

Once more, after his talisman paper had dissipated, Wang Zijia created another one.

This time, while creating the talisman paper, Wang Zijia intentionally increased his mana output. When the talisman paper was formed, his mana continuously overflowed from it.

At a glance, it looked as if he had exerted too much force, resulting in a ’soaked’ talisman paper. Compared with the previous clean and dry ones, this was like comparing heaven and earth.

But this unimpressive talisman paper, as soon as he threw it out, elicited an immediate response from a faintly glowing mass atop an extremely incomplete coffin.

The funeral preserving vein disciple assigned to the area in front of Wang Zijia immediately sensed it and took the corresponding action.

Following that, Wang Zijia distinctly felt the power impeding his talisman creation disappear. As his mana surged, he continuously tossed talisman papers towards the light group.

One book after another fell from the sky into it, beginning to produce secret books.

"Wanyu Basic Cultivation Method" x3, "Wanyu Basic Cultivation Method (Incomplete)", "Golden Ox Transformation" x2······

"There’s hope! I knew it, how could I possibly be a wicked youth? I just didn’t use the right method!"

Upon seeing his tactic take effect, Wang Zijia’s face lit up with joy.

After that, Wang Zijia began to reapply his trick.

With his change in method, he also started to get busy, swiftly transitioning from the idle group to the busiest one. Of course, Wang Zijia wasn’t the only one.

’Bait’ talisman papers were quite popular, but most corpses attracted to his paper were horribly disfigured, some even completely decayed.

While he continued the process, the middle-aged scholar overseeing the Talisman Academy members showered him with an approving gaze after a third group of undissipated spiritual light appeared before him and was thrown into the pill furnace by the senior female alchemist.

"Wave!"

At the same moment as a spiritual light group exploded in the distance, the body of the funeral preserving vein disciple performing the ritual trembled and froze. He was unable to move for a moment.

With madness flashing in his eyes, his entire body pulsed with mana. Like a mad demon, he started to destroy the altars around him.

"Ah······damn it····all of you deserve to die!"

"I’ll kill you all!"

The sudden madness roused the attentions of the young disciples deeply engrossed in the Dharma Assembly. They watched with shocked expressions at the frenzied mortician disciple.

Up above in the sky, the old Taoist in the bright yellow Heavenly Master Robe opened his eyes while furrowing his brows.

With a wave of his hand, a streak of spiritual light descended.

The frenzied disciple froze, fell silent, and plunged into a deep sleep.

Immediately after, two disciples rushed into the formation from outside, took the person away, and a new funeral preserving vein disciple replaced him to continue the rite.

"Continue!" With a soft command from the old Taoist, he again mediated with closed eyes, maintaining his unique force field.

Upon hearing his words, everyone resumed their actions.

Wang Zijia watched the continuously exploding light groups with flickering eyes. But, after an instant, he paid them no more mind and continued to work on his bait tactics.

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