Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 143 - 95: Reverse Heavenly Gang, Plundering Yin God Soul Power!

Chapter 143: Chapter 95: Reverse Heavenly Gang, Plundering Yin God Soul Power!

"Clang~" Before the Mountain Cat could figure out what was up with the Calendar, another noise sounded from behind.

Suddenly, Duke Donghu’s statue began to shake violently and its eyes flew open.

In the Mountain Cat’s yellow-green pupils, a phantom walked out from the statue.

"Meow~" Raised by the Mountain God, the Mountain Cat was naturally mystical and could see Duke Donghu’s apparition, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Duke Donghu glanced at the sleeping Zhao Xing, then at the Mountain Cat, and walked away with the Yanyue Blade through the door.

"Meow?" The Mountain Cat went to the door and peeked through the crack, eager to chase after that dangerous aura.

But then it remembered Zhao Xing’s instructions and returned to the table, silently guarding by his side.

....

Zhao Xing had been wide awake, but as he laid down, he suddenly fell asleep and entered a dream.

The dream was bathed in bright sunlight, as warm as spring, with golden light shining from afar.

Suddenly, Zhao Xing saw a paradise: cranes danced in the sky, auspicious clouds filled the heavens, and fairy maidens with swirling sleeves and colorful ribbons appeared and disappeared among the clouds.

He found himself living in a dilapidated courtyard, his clothes ragged, his hunger unsatisfied. Looking down, he was filthy and wrinkled, looking as if he were at the end of his life, close to death’s door.

"Alas, with a body so frail and death drawing near, it is pitiful, most pitiful," the Daoist kept shaking his head.

"Who, who is speaking?" Zhao Xing looked up.

At that moment, an old man dressed in a purple robe, holding a whisk, with a kind face, descended from a cloud and landed at the entrance of Zhao Xing’s courtyard.

"I am Xuantian Zhengshen. You are gravely ill, and your end is near. Your life will not last much longer."

"Immortal, please, save me," said Zhao Xing, as if deeply moved, and he bowed in respect.

The Daoist revealed a faint smile, "As a god observing the suffering of the mortal world, meeting you is fate. Very well, let me aid you."

With a flick of his whisk, a beam of golden light enveloped Zhao Xing and his body visibly became younger.

Wrinkles disappeared, his hair turned from white to black, his legs became nimble, and he was filled with strength.

"Thank you, immortal, thank you so much!" Zhao Xing was again deeply moved, continuously shouting his thanks.

"It’s a pity that I can only relieve your immediate worries and free you from illness to return you to youth. You remain but a mortal and in a few years, you will still not escape death."

"Immortal, I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to die," Zhao Xing shouted desperately, "Since you have shown me mercy, please bestow upon me another one of those golden lights as before."

"If you wish to completely escape this fate, you’ll need to cultivate the Immortal Law, to be infused with Mana..."

"Please, give me another shot of that," he begged.

"Only by joining the Immortal Sect and embarking on the Immortal Path can you..."

"Please, just give me another one of those," he interrupted.

"Achieve a long, healthy life free from illness, or else..."

"Please, just one more time," he insisted.

"..." The Purple Robed Daoist grew somewhat angry; what was wrong with this mortal? Why did he keep asking for another shot as if Soul Power cost nothing?

But Zhao Xing didn’t care, he just kept repeating the same sentence, as if he were bewitched.

Seeing this, the Purple Robed Daoist had no choice but to cast another golden light onto Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was overjoyed, "Thank you, Immortal, you really are a good deity, I feel much better now."

The Purple Robed Daoist continued, "If you should join under the Xuantian Zhengshen, you could escape the bitter sea of mortality. Would you wish to follow me?"

Zhao Xing said blankly, "Could you give me another one? Immortal, I am suffering..."

"Damnit, will you ever be satisfied!" the Purple Robed Daoist exploded in anger, "With such greed, how could you ever seek the Great Dao?"

Zhao Xing seemed to be frightened into silence, not uttering a word.

The expression on the Purple Robed Daoist’s face softened slightly, "Every person harbors a heart of greed; considering you have a destiny with this deity, come out of your house so I may assess your roots and bones, then I shall bestow upon you favorable spells."

Zhao Xing said, "My legs are not nimble, Immortal, please cast your spells outside the gate."

The Purple Robed Daoist suppressed the anger in his heart, still showing a compassionate face, "If that is so, then you shall invite this deity inside."

"Immortal, please..."

The Purple Robed Daoist was just about to step forward.

But he heard Zhao Xing shift his tone, "Please, Immortal, just stand outside the door and cast the golden light like before, my humble abode is too dirty and I fear it would sully your noble presence."

"..."

At this moment, the Purple Robed Daoist finally realized, his smiling face vanished, the surrounding golden light faded away, and was replaced by a blanket of red light, his eyes coldly fixating on Zhao Xing.

"Interesting, you, a mere mortal, managed to remain unaffected by this deity’s spells, this dream..."

"Hmph!" Zhao Xing snorted coldly, dropping his pretense as his ragged clothes suddenly emitted a mysterious golden light.

"Hum~" The dream shattered like glass, cracks appearing throughout, along with the Purple Robed Daoist, disintegrating into pieces.

"Whew~" The everlasting lamp lit up once again.

Zhao Xing woke up.

"Meow?" The Mountain Cat jumped onto Zhao Xing’s shoulder, rubbing its head against him.

"I’m fine, no need to worry about me." Zhao Xing stroked the little head of the Mountain Cat.

He turned his head to glance at the statue of Duke Donghu and then out the gate, his eyes narrowing slightly.

It turned out that the people from Xuantian Sect had indeed taken action.

"The ghost enters the dream to pinpoint the location, and at this moment, the officials on the list must all have been bewitched."

"Just don’t know how many have been tricked into opening this door, or said ’please come in,’" Zhao Xing pondered in his mind.

When Xuantian Sect makes a move, the Evil God goes first.

That is to say, the "ghost entering the dream" move, to bewitch beforehand.

But Zhao Xing’s dwelling was under protection, set forth by the Grand Ancestor at the founding of the Dao: A house with an owner, an uninvited guest shall not enter.

The ghost could not come in, only linger outside the door. This Evil God, wishing to affect Zhao Xing with the Soul Technique, could only perform ’benevolent spells.’