Chapter 546: Longevity Talisman
Chapter 548: Longevity Talisman
Aunt Xue’s face instantly changed.
The Holy Son??!
She looked at the handsome young man in disbelief and said,
“You… you’re… the Holy Son of the Demonic Path?!”
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked solemn.
Only Mo Hua appeared puzzled.
Holy Son… what kind of thing is that?
Seeing that he didn’t understand, Bai Zixi quietly explained:
“The head of the Demonic Sect calls himself the Demon Lord. Those who have the potential to succeed him are called Sacred Sons…”
“Sacred Sons compete with each other, and the ultimate victor becomes the next Demon Lord.”
“Most Sacred Sons have extraordinary bloodlines and exceptional talent. They cultivate the most orthodox Demonic Path techniques. Though young, their status in the sect is extremely high.”
Mo Hua studied the “Holy Son” before him.
He was indeed young, probably only around twenty, yet his cultivation was already very high—at least Foundation Establishment, possibly even Golden Core.
He wore crimson robes, his skin was fair, his features both beautiful and strange, his eyes cold and arrogant, and there was an ancient-looking blood scar between his brows.
Among this group, only this youth had a blood scar on his brow.
Could this be the mark of a “Holy Son”?
As Mo Hua examined the Holy Son, the Holy Son was also looking at him.
Liao Tiande leaned over and whispered something. The Holy Son smiled slightly, pointing at Mo Hua:
“This little brat, leave him for me!”
Bai Zisheng and the others were somewhat taken aback.
Mo Hua had no idea why this androgynous, strange man singled him out, wanting him to stay.
Aunt Xue pulled Mo Hua behind her and said firmly:
“We are from the Bai family…”
“I know you’re from the Bai family…”
The Holy Son sneered, “You’re Bai family, and the pair of siblings with you are the core direct line of the Bai family, so I’m giving you some face.”
“You may leave, but that little brat…”
The Holy Son’s voice turned cold, “he must stay!”
Aunt Xue frowned, “Why do you want Mo Hua to stay?”
“Not for anything…” His strange eyes gleamed with ambition, “I want to meet Mister Zhuang, but I need some leverage. This little disciple of his is perfect.”
Mo Hua’s eyes widened in realization—they wanted to capture him to threaten his master!
Bai Zisheng understood too, anger flashing in his eyes:
“Demon, you won’t succeed!”
The Holy Son’s face twitched, fury and cruelty flashing in his eyes.
In all his life, no one had dared to scold him to his face like this.
He glared venomously at Bai Zisheng.
Bai Zisheng’s gaze was like a sword, unwavering.
The Holy Son was slightly surprised and nodded:
“As expected of a Bai family disciple, you really do have some backbone…”
But even as he said this, he could not hide the killing intent in his eyes.
A nearby plump Golden Core monk noticed and flattered, “Holy Son, I’ll slaughter this brat for you.”
The Holy Son neither agreed nor refused.
Nearby, a lean Taoist with half his face burned sneered:
“Ghost Monk, think before you flatter. The Bai family’s direct heirs have the Life Preservation Talismans implanted. Dare to move against them and you’ll be courting death.”
The plump monk’s face twitched, astonished.
“Life Preservation Talisman?”
Mo Hua was stunned.
What kind of talisman was this? He had never heard of it…
The half-burned Taoist continued mockingly:
“The Life Preservation Talisman is formed by an elder above Profound Hollow using their True Essence, implanted into the fate of direct heirs. When in mortal danger, it automatically activates, killing all external threats and ensuring the heir survives.”
“It’s a one-time ‘life-saving talisman’…”
“It’s a second ‘life’ for these direct heirs!”
“Otherwise, how could the family elders allow prodigies with exceptional talent to venture out?”
The lean Taoist looked at the Ghost Monk with a sneer:
“I’ve lived this long and never seen a Life Preservation Talisman. Why don’t you try to force these two young disciples’ talismans to reveal themselves so I can have a look?”
The Ghost Monk’s face paled.
Act?
Act my ass!
The Profound Hollow elder’s method could “kill any external enemy.” If he moved, it would be certain death!
Damn it!
He was a latecomer, with incomplete training, unfamiliar with high-level cultivation knowledge.
Life Preservation Talisman… Profound Hollow elder… he had never even heard of these.
Now, just as he tried to show some initiative, he embarrassed himself…
And in front of the Holy Son…
The Ghost Monk glared at the Taoist.
The Taoist continued to sneer.
They were all Golden Core-level Demonic Cultivators. Without unity, each was a local “elder,” calling the winds and summoning the rain. None would obey the other.
The Holy Son’s eyes turned cold, thinking.
The Taoist was right…
On one hand, he feared the Bai family, so he dared not move against the siblings.
The Bai family was a giant.
These two young disciples were the very core of the Bai family. Acting against them would anger the Bai family directly.
Though he was the Holy Son of the Demonic Path, without massive gains, there was no need to make a great enemy.
On the other hand, he also feared the Life Preservation Talisman.
The Life Preservation Talisman was effectively a “death immunity token.”
With it, he could do nothing to the siblings.
Thus, the only person he could harm—and leverage—was the one without power, background, or protection, weak in cultivation, with no Life Preservation Talisman, and conveniently a direct disciple of Mister Zhuang—Mo Hua!
The Holy Son looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi:
“I won’t trouble you…”
Then his gaze shifted to Mo Hua:
“But this little brat is mine!”
Bai Zisheng snorted coldly:
“You wish!”
Aunt Xue’s voice was stern:
“Our Bai family elders are nearby. Holy Son, I suggest you behave.”
The Holy Son smiled sinisterly:
“Don’t think I don’t know. The Nether Dao Heavenly Secret Lock conceals heavenly secrets and locks causality. This place is temporarily cut off from the outside world.”
“You Bai family may not know, and the Dao Court fools certainly don’t.”
Aunt Xue’s heart tightened, her face like cold water.
Indeed, it was all planned.
The Holy Son no longer spoke at length, waving his hand casually. Several Golden Core demon cultivators behind him appeared like phantoms, moving toward Mo Hua to seize him.
Among them was a fanged, alluring female cultivator. In just a few breaths, she closed in on Mo Hua and the others.
A strong, pungent scent of makeup wafted from her.
Aunt Xue tensed, gritting her teeth and activating her gaze.
Seven-colored light flowed in her eyes.
The demonic female cultivator stared at her for a moment, then with a grin, her evil power surged, her eyes reddened with blood.
Aunt Xue’s light faded, and she stepped back, spitting blood.
The demonic female laughed:
“Even a late Foundation Establishment illusion dares to confront a Golden Core? Aren’t you afraid of backlash?”
Aunt Xue’s face turned pale, but she showed no despair.
Foundation Establishment and Golden Core were separated by a major realm. No matter how exquisite her illusion was, she could not match them.
The remaining Golden Core demon cultivators charged at Mo Hua but were blocked by Bai Zisheng wielding a long spear.
Still, Bai Zisheng was only Qi Refining. His spear was imposing, but two fingers from a demon cultivator snapped it aside.
He flicked it again lightly, sending the spear flying.
Bai Zisheng didn’t give up, charging barehanded to prevent them from capturing Mo Hua.
The Golden Core demon cultivators looked disdainful but dared not attack, fearing triggering the Life Preservation Talisman. They could only play along.
The alluring female took the chance to reach out with pale hands, long crimson claws aimed at Mo Hua.
She was Golden Core; Mo Hua was Qi Refining.
Even the most exquisite Flowing-Water Step could not dodge.
At that moment, Bai Zixi flashed forward, standing in front of Mo Hua.
The female’s expression tensed. She hissed, halting her attack, her claws stopping before Bai Zixi.
“Senior Sister…”
Mo Hua was stunned, emotions complex, murmuring.
Bai Zixi said simply:
“I am your Senior Sister! I promised Master I’d protect you!”
The female sneered contemptuously.
The Holy Son looked on, surprised.
This scene greatly exceeded his expectations.
In his plan, as Holy Son, leading over ten Golden Core demon cultivators, the Bai siblings, even if defiant, would at least hesitate and hand over this junior disciple…
They came from a major family.
This “Mo” brat was obscure, likely of low birth, perhaps just some scattered cultivator picked up by Mister Zhuang.
The Bai siblings would never risk themselves for him.
Yet now he realized he was wrong…
Even standing against him, the Holy Son, and over ten Golden Core demon cultivators, they still protected this “junior disciple”?
Why?
Was this little brat so important?
The Holy Son’s interest was piqued. He laughed lightly:
“Don’t kill them; if they aren’t mortally wounded, the Life Preservation Talisman won’t trigger.”
“Subdue them and bring that little brat over!”
“I want to see, what makes this little brat so extraordinary?”
Several Golden Core demon cultivators moved in to close on Mo Hua.
The alluring female grinned grotesquely, reaching for Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi’s eyes sharpened. She drew a golden long sword, the blade gleaming with white fire.
The female twitched, alarmed:
“This sword technique…”
She glanced a few times, then composed herself:
“Good, only Qi Refining…”
She condensed blood energy in her claws to counter Bai Zixi’s sword technique, then tried to bypass Bai Zixi to snatch Mo Hua behind her.
At that moment, Bai Zixi gritted her teeth, reversing her sword tip toward her own heart.
It was the posture of “suicide.”
The female froze, her attack halting.
The Holy Son also paused, then laughed:
“Little girl, are you crazy?”
But gradually he realized the truth, and the laughter died.
Not only him, but the other Golden Core demon cultivators also began to understand, faces showing shock.
The Holy Son’s smile faded, expression serious: “You wouldn’t…”
Wouldn’t…
Trigger the Life Preservation Talisman yourself?
Bai Zixi stood in front of Mo Hua, her gaze icy. “Anyone who lays a hand on him will die!”
The Holy Son was stunned, his heart shaken for a long moment before he slowly shook his head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “I don’t believe it…”
“The Life Preservation Talisman is so precious. How could you willingly trigger it, something so precious?”
As a disciple of a great family, you know better than I do what it means to lose your Life Preservation Talisman…
“Trigger the Talisman yourself?”
“I don’t believe it…”
The Holy Son’s gaze turned cold as he commanded, “Seize that little demon!”
A few Golden Core demon cultivators hesitated slightly, but still lunged toward Mo Hua.
A flash of determination and resolve shone in Bai Zixi’s dazzling eyes.
Seeing that look, the Holy Son’s expression instantly shifted to one of disbelief, then fear surged through him.
“Impossible…”
Bai Zixi grasped her sword with both hands, thrusting fiercely toward her heart.
The sword, imbued with the intent to die, cut across with force—but stopped just millimeters from her chest.
Suddenly, a layer of golden light shimmered around her.
Between her brows, a bright and sacred talisman appeared.
This talisman came from the Profound-Hollow Ancestor, capable of protecting the life of a true-born family disciple—the Heaven-Reaching Talisman:
The Life Preservation Talisman!
All the demon cultivators present were stunned.
Their faces went pale as they struggled to flee, yet behind Bai Zixi, a massive golden Dharmic form had already manifested.
The figure was an elder, his features indistinct.
But his spiritual power surged like a sea, golden light blotting out the sun!
Spirit-Refining, Profound-Hollow Void Dharmic Form!
Across heaven and earth, a voice, solemn and trembling like the Brahman chant of the Dao, resounded:
“Who dares bully my junior?”
The Dharmic form shielded Bai Zixi, acting on her intent.
Her eyes flickered, fingers pointed forward, her voice crisp and clear:
“Kill!”
Over a dozen Golden Core demon cultivators, masters of their domains, trembled as if they were mere ants.
The half-scalded Taoist could only wish he could tear out his own mouth.
“Wish fulfilled!”
“Just as I said it… I actually witnessed the Life Preservation Talisman!”
“Why is my mouth so damn unlucky?!”
Life hung by a thread.
The Golden Core demon cultivators scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives, but they could not escape the palm of the Dharmic form.
At Bai Zixi’s crisp, commanding “Kill!”, the Dharmic form raised a finger, cold and majestic.
One Golden Core demon cultivator exploded instantly, without warning!
The others were terrified, their souls nearly departing.
Again, the Dharmic form raised a finger—another demon cultivator perished instantly, then another, their bodies turning to pools of blood mist.
In moments, five Golden Core demon cultivators were dead, and dark clouds gathered on the horizon, a terrifying energy sweeping over.
Bai Zixi’s eyes showed a hint of regret.
Mo Hua, however, trembled inwardly.
This was… the Heavenly Dao Calamity Thunder?
From the gathering clouds, a scarlet calamity thunder descended, erasing the golden Dharmic form without a trace.
A Profound-Hollow Dharmic Form exceeded the Heavenly Dao limits of a third-rank state—
Yet even it could not escape being annihilated by the Calamity Thunder.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
The Dharmic form appeared, five Golden Core demon cultivators were slain in moments, and then the thunder erased it as well.
Mo Hua only saw the Dharmic form manifest, the demon cultivators die, and the calamity thunder strike and vanish.
But this time, the thunder was not aimed at him.
He had no time to examine closely, saw no formations—only the terrifying, familiar force of the Dao’s annihilation.
It seemed truly capable of erasing everything…
Even the Dharmic form was not exempt.
The mountains were silent.
No one had expected that Bai Zixi could, and would dare to, trigger her Life Preservation Talisman herself!
That was the Life Preservation Talisman!
The Holy Son, far away, was unharmed but filled with both shock and anger.
How dare this little girl?!
Five Golden Core demon cultivators, gone in an instant—how was he to explain this back home?
His gaze fell on Bai Zixi, and he froze.
The Life Preservation Talisman had activated, her disguise vanished, revealing her true appearance.
Skin like congealed cream, eyes like stars.
Though young, her face was breathtakingly beautiful, flawless; ice for skin, jade for bones, with a gaze that seemed to flow like snow and moonlight, radiating unmatched elegance.
Everyone present felt a tightness in their hearts, afraid to breathe.
Even feelings of shame and inadequacy arose.
The Holy Son was speechless.
Though handsome and familiar with many beauties, he had never seen anyone so astonishingly, heartbreakingly beautiful in his life.
And not just beautiful.
Her cold, decisive aura, her fearless determination, her unrelenting resolve, combined with that flawless visage and icy, pure gaze…
The Holy Son trembled, his body shivering.
Yet his expression soon turned dark.
He saw Mo Hua protected behind Bai Zixi, the golden glow of the Talisman draping over them, their brows close, hearts in sync, like a pair of celestial children.
For some reason, a pang of jealous hatred rose in his heart.
“That little demon—must be captured, and then, he must die!”
Jealousy snapped him back to focus.
Of the dozen or so Golden Core demon cultivators, five were dead, leaving eight.
Though heavily weakened, it was enough!
They could not resist now. If they captured that little demon, they would not only have leverage over Mister Zhuang, but also…
That little girl…
The Holy Son’s heart stirred.
Yet moments later, he sensed something amiss—another presence nearby.
He turned to see a white-robed youth with sword-like eyebrows and sharp eyes.
It was Bai Zisheng.
Somehow, he had taken advantage of the Holy Son’s distraction and approached.
He held a dagger and thrust it without hesitation toward his own heart, shouting fiercely:
“Worthless Holy Son, die by my hand!”
The Holy Son’s scheming came to an abrupt halt, replaced by sheer terror.
The dagger paused before Bai Zisheng’s chest as golden light surged.
Another Life Preservation Talisman appeared.
A majestic wave of golden spiritual power erupted from Dali Mountain, reaching heaven and earth.
Another golden Dharmic form manifested between heaven and earth.