Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 450 - 29: Killing Talisman [Thanks to Alliance Hierarch ’Lamp like Fire’ for the reward] _1

Chapter 450: Chapter 29: Killing Talisman [Thanks to Alliance Hierarch ’Lamp like Fire’ for the reward] _1

"This should be the last choice..." Chu Liang looked at the Doomsday Scroll, pondering, "I think Talisman Heavenly Master’s intention might be to let us follow our innermost feelings, to perceive what’s hidden within and make a choice based on that."

Ye Yongxing nodded gently, apparently agreeing with Chu Liang’s speculation.

He then took a light step forward, leaping directly into the portal beneath the Yin Talisman.

Whoosh——

As the light flashed past, he finally saw a different scene this time.

What stood in front of his eyes was a not-so-large, quiet room with an old man in plain clothes sitting cross-legged in the middle. His hair and beard were white, his clothing neat and clean, and his appearance was serene and refined.

It was only when Ye Yongxing entered that he slowly opened his eyes: "You’re here?"

Ye Yongxing looked at the old man, but his eyes didn’t reveal the usual unease that most people would have. Because he realized, the old man was not a living person.

Neither did he appear dead.

"I apologise for the intrusion." Still, he bowed respectfully.

"No need to be polite, I’m simply a fragment of the Talisman Heavenly Master’s consciousness left here, a tool bearing a memory, a piece of talisman-based information," the old man leisurely explained, "Whether you can comprehend the talismanatic information depends entirely on your own fortune."

"Yes." Ye Yongxing remained respectful.

The old man then asked: "Why did you choose this path?"

"Because..." Ye Yongxing replied, "I sensed an air of utter desolation and despair. I thought the answer might be hidden within the Yin attribute."

When he looked at the painting, all he saw was despair and desolation, the earth shattering, the world collapsing, thunder-fire and floods... All life ceased to exist.

Only destruction.

"Mhmm..." The old man’s voice was deep. He waved his hand lightly, "Follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the winds and clouds changed before Ye Yongxing’s eyes, as though he had stepped into a river of time flowing against its course.

It was a chaotic world steeped in melancholy. He saw a seven- or eight-year-old boy beaten to the ground in a mud puddle, several sturdy officers holding clubs subduing him.

A little girl, only four or five years old, was dragged away from her home by the officers. The boy and girl were both crying loudly, their sobs lost in the pouring rain, audible only to themselves.

"It was the twilight of an Ancient Dynasty, where soldiers behaved like bandits and officials acted like hooligans..."

The old man’s voice echoed from outside the scene, immersing Ye Yongxing deeper into it, "That year, my parents were caught and killed in jail over minor crimes. When the officers came to confiscate our property, my sister and I got separated."

Being immersed in it, Ye Yongxing experienced the despair and repression in the boy’s heart. Despite the thunderous rain, he stood up, wailed uncontrollably, harboring an intense hatred for his fierce enemies.

He wished to kill them all!

But being a weak, young boy and alone, talking about revenge was ludicrous. Even surviving the next day seemed like a challenge.

Nevertheless, he swore to take his revenge, to slaughter all of those people.

He had heard that there were immortals in the Eastern Sea, so he begged his way to the seaside, built a small raft and tried to set sail. But just a short while after leaving the shore, his raft was toppled by the waves and he fell into the sea.

Thanks to divine grace, he wasn’t only saved from death, he had even drifted ashore onto a small island where an Immortal Sect was located.

However, his cultivation was mediocre at best.

None of the Immortal Masters on the island were willing to take him as a disciple. After encountering countless cold shoulders, he had no choice but to become the disciple of an old man who practiced the Dao of Talisman.

This was his first master in life.

At that time, the Dao of Talisman was merely a niche among the myriad paths of cultivation. Its application was rudimentary due to a limited number of runes.

Yet, his master soon found that the boy was extraordinarily gifted in this field. Not only was he sensitive and intelligent, he was also adept at creating innovative methods to use the runes.

In less than ten years, the boy had grown into the strongest cultivator of his generation on the island... He could no longer be called a boy, rather, he was now a talented youth.

However, many still looked down on him because he practiced the Dao of Talisman. They believed its ceiling was low, and his future could be predicted easily. Even if he reached the pinnacle, he could only serve as a Talisman Master who aided others in their cultivation.

The young man was indifferent.

These years he had been training diligently, always nurturing the idea of improving his cultivation to be able to go home and look for his sister. When he felt it was about time, he set off for home.

A decade had passed, but his hometown remained unchanged.

Kind people were treated like beasts, and bullies and villains took the high positions. He found the enemies from the past and followed his sister’s trail relentlessly. Looking, asking, killing, he finally found out where his sister was.

It turns out, his young sister had been taken away, planned to be sold with other girls. The sister tried to escape several times, but she was beaten to death during one of her escape attempts.

The sister he longed to find had died ten years ago.

The young man’s heart collapsed.

He killed all the enemies from that year, but it was not enough, he wanted to destroy this world filled with evil, the only thought in his mind was.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill...

It was a chaotic and mad Daoist rite, similar to the one in the Doomsday Scroll, intense rage, and killing intent filled Ye Yongxing’s heart. He struggled to maintain mental clarity, so as not to be assimilated by these feelings.

When he opened his eyes again, he still was in the silent small room.

"Is this..." his eyes swirled, looking at the old man, "The story of the Talisman Heavenly Master?"

"This is the beginning of his life, the first part." The old man said, "But the scars caused in just over ten years, he did not erase throughout his life."

Ye Yongxing plunged into thought, and after contemplating for a while, he raised his hand, gently drawing a complex pattern in the air.

Where his fingers passed by, light condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a sharp black talisman!

Sha energy surged dramatically!

This was the talisman he had comprehended from all the scenes he had seen just now.

This was created by the Heavenly Talisman Master when he was filled with killing intent.

Killing Great Talisman!

...

When Ye Yongxing walked into the door under the Yin Talisman, everyone was somewhat taken aback; they didn’t expect he, usually so silent, was so determined now.

But Chu Liang knew.

"In this level, maintaining one’s self is the most important." He left a sentence behind, without hesitation, he also stepped into the gateway where the Yang Talisman was.

A flash of light.

When he looked up again, he too saw a clear-faced old man in a simple robe.

Like him, the old man also asked the same question, "Why did you choose this door?"

"Because..." Chu Liang thought about his answer, "I saw life from that painting."

"Life?" The old man smiled, "But that is a Doomsday painting."

"Indeed." Chu Liang nodded, then said, "But after the storm, the earth will be full of water, after the fire, the soil will be fertile, after plants die, they will turn into future spiritual energy... Although it seems like the end of the world, it is also the beginning of rebirth."

This was precisely why he chose differently from Ye Yongxing.

The same Doomsday Scroll, some people see destruction, others see rebirth hidden in the destruction!

The old man still had a faint smile on his face, not confirming or denying. With a flutter of his sleeve, he softly said, "Follow me."

The next second, Chu Liang felt the light and shadow changing in front of his eyes, as if the world was rewinding in time.

When everything stopped, what he saw was a serene and peaceful field. In front of him was a mountain, on top of which the buildings glowed with golden brilliance. That was...

The lofty Talisman Immortal Sect.