Chapter 329 - 320: Formless Rebirth, the Path of the Dharma Form

Chapter 329: Chapter 320: Formless Rebirth, the Path of the Dharma Form

"What’s so fierce about slaughtering the innocent?"

The young man, unconvinced, was still talking tough. "I just don’t want to! It’s not that I... don’t dare!"

The shadowy figure didn’t bother arguing, slowly rising from the bedside.

Candlelight from the outer room spilled through the parted door curtain, casting some light on the figure and revealing his appearance.

He was a tall man with a large frame. His features were hard and sharp, as if chiseled from stone, and his gaze was unnervingly calm. With slightly sunken cheeks and only a thin layer of muscle on his body, he looked like an ailing tiger.

As the man walked toward the doorway, he exuded an invisible, oppressive aura. The two young men, who had been posturing just a moment ago, instinctively lowered their heads.

"Where’s Xiaohong?"

"She’s brewing your medicine, Elder Li!"

The young man gestured outside and answered quickly.

The man spoke calmly, "Tell her to stop. We’re leaving."

"Leave? Now?"

The young man was stunned. "Go where?" he blurted out. "It’s the middle of the night! The Nine Banners’ patrols are everywhere. We’ll be discovered the moment we step outside..."

The man didn’t answer. He simply strode out of the room and pushed open the main door.

In the darkness outside, tendrils of scarlet mist were creeping toward them like a silent tide, flowing through the night.

"Gasp!"

Seeing this, the feisty girl in the main hall, who had been about to brew the medicine, slapped a hand over her mouth. The faces of the two young men instantly turned deathly pale.

"That person... he’s found us again?!"

Overwhelming fear filled their eyes. Forgetting everything else, they scrambled to grab their things and followed the man in a rush out of the house.

Once outside, they discovered the entire alley had become filled with the eerie red mist. Looking up from the alley, they saw the hazy moonlight was now tinged with a bloody hue.

"I’ll hold him off here. You go," the man instructed calmly.

Upon hearing this, the young man’s expression changed. "No!" he said urgently. "We can’t just leave you alone, Elder Li..."

But the man didn’t look at him, his gaze fixed on the mouth of the alley from which the red mist was pouring.

The young man froze, looking awkward. Before he could speak again, the feisty girl snapped, "Trying to play the hero when you don’t have the skills? You’d be bloody useless if you stayed! You’ll just get in Uncle Li’s way.

Now get going!"

Humiliated, the young man let the feisty girl and his other companion drag him away, and they sprinted toward the far end of the alley.

His back to them, the man seemed completely oblivious to their departure.

Once the three were a safe distance away, he took a deep breath. He raised his hands, his expression serene, and began forming hand seals for Acupoint Sealing.

"Six Lives and Five Generations, Formless Reincarnation!"

As he spoke, the red mist swirling around him was instantly wrenched by an unseen force, twisting into a series of vortexes.

Then—CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

A series of sharp cracks echoed from the man’s bones. His once skeletal frame seemed to fill out, becoming fuller and more vigorous moment by moment.

"CLICK... CLACK... CLICK..."

The sound of leather shoes on stone pavers echoed from the end of the alley as a figure slowly emerged from the red mist.

The newcomer was a handsome young man dressed in a snow-white student uniform. In the center of his forehead was a grotesque, blood-red third eye. A faint smile played on his lips as he exuded a powerful and fiendish aura.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ji..."

The eerie young man tilted his head, a smirk on his face as he regarded the man before him. He spoke slowly, "From Shenghai to Yingjing, that’s over three thousand li.

How many times have you used that Method of Reincarnation Formless, hmm?"

The man didn’t answer, merely lifting his gaze.

In the next instant, the heaven-shaking roar of a Dragon and the bellow of an Elephant erupted within the narrow alley. Boundless golden light blossomed, its halo rippling like invisible waves before transforming into countless bolts of golden lightning!

The scarlet mist in the alley began to boil. Amid the eerie young man’s mad, unhinged laughter, a massive, black, bat-like shadow darted through the bloody haze...

The deafening roars and spectacular phenomena lasted for more than a dozen breaths before ceasing completely.

Patrolling Banner Soldiers, drawn by the commotion, rushed to the scene. Before they could even get close, a sickle-shaped crimson light flashed past them.

More than a dozen heads flew high into the air. Before they could even hit the ground, the blood that gushed from the headless necks flowed on its own toward a single point in the alley.

The thick, bloody mist parted, revealing the eerie young man in his white student uniform.

The young man stood in the alley, staring at the now-empty lane before him. As he muttered to himself, a trickle of blood on his fiendish face slowly snaked back into the wounded third eye on his brow, like a living thing.

"Worthy of being called the greatest Talent in the history of the Formless Sect.

Ah, Ji Shaotong, Ji Shaotong..."

He licked the blood from the corner of his lips, his smile growing wider and more brilliant.

"Next time, you won’t be able to escape."

....

A black ancient blade sliced through the air. The Profound Evil True Gang sheathing the blade erupted, forming a half-moon arc of saber light that slashed into the open space.

Like a black sickle moon held aloft, its "moonlight" washed over the garden. A dense, all-consuming aura of death swept out, extinguishing all Vitality. Large patches of grass and flowers instantly withered and died.

The next second, the Saber Momentum shifted. The black light on the Ancient Blade instantly receded, and Fu Juemin executed another, simple horizontal slash.

There was no whistle of Saber Qi cutting through the air, no explosion of Gang Qi, only a nearly transparent ripple that swept forward in an instant.

After the ripple passed, a rockery more than four meters tall and ten meters away silently split apart. Along the clean-cut surface, a five-colored "murky light" flashed and vanished. The stone within the rockery silently crumbled, weathered, and dissolved into fine black dust...

Fu Juemin stood in the garden of the Yan Mansion, dressed in a moon-white, cloud-patterned poplin long gown fastened with a black jade clasp. He held the Exorcism Saber in one hand, his head bowed as he savored the insights gained from his earlier strikes.

The Five Poisonous Creatures had advanced to become the Five Evils and were now integrated into his self-created Muddy World Saber Technique. Its power was immensely greater than before.

However, he still had no idea how to advance the Five Evils to the next stage.

’Creating one’s own Cultivation Technique is difficult enough,’ he thought. ’And with the lofty concepts I’m aiming for, it’s even harder.

’First, I need to integrate all the permutations of the Five Evils into my Saber Technique. Once that’s complete, perhaps I’ll have a new insight...’

Fu Juemin sheathed the Exorcism Saber and slowly walked over to a nearby stone table.

Dozens of Saber Technique Secret Manuals of varying age, size, and script were laid out on the table, all of which he had collected recently by leveraging the power of the Mu, Ning, and Chaha families.

Yingjing City was roughly divided into four classes. At the very bottom, the outermost layer, were the common people, ruled and effectively enslaved by the nobles of the Nine Banners.

Yingjing was supposedly under the rule of the Northern Army’s coalition government. However, due to mutually beneficial cooperation between the Nine Banners and the Northern Warlord Group, Yingjing enjoyed a "special" status. No power in the North, great or small, dared to make a move against it.

In this chaotic, war-torn era where one might not live to see the next day, Yingjing City was a rare "haven of peace" for ordinary people. At least in Yingjing, one didn’t have to worry about being struck down by a stray bullet while walking down the street.

Furthermore, the fad for all things related to Demons was rampant in Yingjing City, and it was the only place to get Human Pills, which offered "numerous benefits" upon consumption. Over the years, this had attracted a steady stream of wealthy merchants and prominent families to relocate there.

This group of ordinary, wealthy elite formed the second tier of Yingjing City’s society.

Above them were the noble families of the Lower Five Banners, such as the Mu, Ning, and Chaha Clans.

Though the Mu Family didn’t seem to fare well within the Lower Five Banners—possessing a low status and being "bullied" by the allied Ninggu Clan and Chaha Family—this was only in comparison to other nobles of the Nine Banners.

To outsiders, the Mu Shulu Clan remained an unattainable, top-tier power. After all, the Mu Family resided in a former Prince’s Mansion, located in the innermost circle of residences closest to the central Imperial City.

As for the top tier—the Upper Three Banners and the four families of the Royal Banner—they were in a league of their own.

The three families Fu Juemin now controlled—the Mu, Ning, and Chaha Clans—each retained a considerable number of Martial Tributors and had many lesser powers sworn to them.

A single word from Fu Juemin was enough for countless Martial Artists under his command to proactively present him with their Cultivation Technique Secret Manuals.

Fu Juemin had leafed through all these Saber Techniques, practicing some and discarding others.

Now that his "status" within the Yingjing Nine Banners was secure, Demon Hunting was no longer a pressing issue. There were nearly thirty Demon Fiends among the clans of the Lower Five Banners, and he could simply show up and "take" whichever one he pleased.

He could enhance his Demon Body at any time.

But after achieving Five Souls in One Body, Fu Juemin had privately attempted to integrate his Shadow Control Talent on top of it, creating a "Six Souls" state. This experiment had led to a gradual dawning of premonition and understanding.

He began to realize that his current method, simply "stacking" one Demon Soul Talent onto another, would likely never be enough to truly break through to the Flood Dragon Level.

If he wanted his Demon Body to truly transform and join the ranks of Flood Dragon Level Great Demons, he had to begin forging a Demon Magic Dharma Form—in other words, his very own unique Demon Soul!

That time in Shenghai when he had Fallen into Demon, there were signs that a Demon Magic Dharma Form was generating. But he had lost his true self and his Consciousness had been a muddled mess—it was not a proper breakthrough method.

After much thought, Fu Juemin felt that if he wanted to form his Dharma Form without losing himself in the process, the answer must lie in the Martial Dao.

’A Heart Scene is the crystallization of a Martial Artist’s entire life of learning and their Martial Dao Will.

’The Demon Magic Dharma Form I seek is also a kind of powerful will—one that can override all other Demon Souls, integrating and commanding their various Talents!

’In essence, the two are one and the same.’

Fu Juemin reached out and flipped through the Spirit and Body Cultivation Book on the table. A glint in his eyes, he thought to himself, ’If I can achieve a breakthrough in my Heart Intent and form my Heart Scene, then my Dharma Form might coalesce as well...’