assistirfilmes Chapter 92: Talisman Day
Chapter 92: Talisman Day
Chapter 92: Talisman Day
In the yin fish of the jade pendant, Zheng Fa could see his modern self. The yang fish remained empty for now—likely, when he returned to the modern world, his appearance from the cultivation realm would occupy that space.
The jade pendant contained more than just this duality. Scattered fragments of images and information were hidden within.
In one vision, a figure soared skyward on a sword, rising to the heavens. The scene shifted to catastrophe—blood rained from the sky, the sun and moon fell, and mountains crumbled. Ghostly wails echoed through the chaos as the world teetered on the edge of collapse.
At the climax of this apocalyptic tableau, a mournful sigh descended from the heavens, and the turmoil ceased. Tranquility returned to the world as the yin-yang jade pendant drifted gently from the sky, sinking into obscurity.
Another vision showed Zheng Fa intertwined with a figure strikingly similar to himself. Their bodies and souls fused slowly, the modern self relinquishing its attachment to life and allowing Zheng Fa’s will to dominate. A single memory lingered in the yin-yang pendant.
Back in his mud-pill palace, the yin-yang fish on the pendant continued to chase each other in endless rotation.
Zheng Fa experimented briefly, realizing he could control the rotation speed and, with it, the intervals between his crossings. At most, he could now remain in the Xuanyi Realm for a month before needing to return to the modern world. However, the reverse wasn’t possible—likely due to the disparity in spiritual energy between the two realms.
The jade pendant’s utility was limited for now. It offered him stability during cultivation retreats, ensuring he wouldn’t be interrupted.
When Zheng Fa opened his eyes, he discovered a new benefit from the jade pendant—his perception had transformed.@@@@
He was no longer relying solely on his eyes but on something deeper: spiritual sense.
Symbols and talisman patterns, previously hidden in the void, were now visible to him.
This was a hallmark of Qi Refinement cultivation. According to the Crimson Sky Technique, the initial stages of Qi Refinement allowed for the emergence of spiritual sense, but it typically extended no more than a foot beyond the body—a mere outline.
Zheng Fa’s spiritual sense, however, extended an entire yard and could even penetrate walls, perceiving objects in adjacent rooms. This was comparable to the spiritual sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Such strength wasn’t merely a result of his dual soul fusion. The jade pendant was undoubtedly enhancing his spiritual perception.
Meanwhile, Han Qi was on his way to Zheng Fa’s residence, accompanied by his two subordinates.
“Senior Brother, why do you look so gloomy?” the taller one asked.
“Senior Brother, will we listen to lectures here?”
“Talisman Day is like an open class, where senior disciples with advanced talisman skills share their knowledge,” Han Qi explained. “The platform is only used when a Golden Core cultivator gives a lecture—like Senior Sister Zhang. That’s when the entire sect gathers to listen.”
He led Zheng Fa toward the classrooms. “Ordinary Talisman Days are conducted indoors by Foundation Establishment senior brothers.”
“Remember: the front row of buildings belongs to our lineage. The back row is for Elder Pang’s lineage.”
“Don’t they teach the same talisman techniques?”
“Mostly, but there’s a long-standing rivalry between the two lineages. The senior brothers can’t even share a room without bickering, so the lectures are held separately.”
Zheng Fa nodded and followed Han Qi into one of the classrooms.
Inside, about thirty low tables were arranged neatly, with a single table at the front. A man in a green Confucian robe sat there, exuding an air of stern authority that commanded silence.
The man glanced at Zheng Fa and seemed to recognize him.
“Zheng Fa?”
“Yes.”
“Sit there.” He pointed to a corner table in the front row.
The table was different from the others—it lacked the talisman paper and materials that adorned the rest.
Noticing his confusion, the man addressed him directly. “Senior Sister Zhang has already allocated you talisman paper and spirit ink each month. While I don’t agree with this, it’s her decision, and I have no say in the matter.”
He swept his gaze across the room. “But materials are precious, and you won’t receive extras here. If you feel slighted, you’re welcome to report me to Senior Sister Zhang. Tell her my name is Zhuang.”
Meeting Zhuang’s stern gaze, Zheng Fa bowed slightly.
“I understand, Senior Brother.”