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"Have you remembered everything I taught you?"
Yingchun gently touched the warm jade talisman in her arms and quickly raised her small face with a sweet smile.
"I remember."
Elder Luo of the Medicine Hall stroked his beard, feeling a bit pleased. He couldn't help but recall a few years ago when he had encountered another talented disciple, young yet capable of inheriting his teachings. Unfortunately, that disciple had caught the attention of others and was chosen as the key to connect with the divine soul.
Sigh, perhaps the heavens, not wanting to see him burdened by sadness, had granted him another clever and wise apprentice.
"Then make sure to review well. I will be testing you on this content tomorrow. If you can't answer correctly, I will have to give your bottom a good spanking."
Yingchun covered her bottom with a fearful expression, nodding repeatedly as she earnestly replied, "Master, don't worry! I will definitely study hard."
Elder Luo grunted in acknowledgment and slowly walked out. As for the little girl inside who might want to play secretly, that was not entirely forbidden; after all, she was still at an age where playfulness was natural. However, he felt it necessary to warn her so she would understand the seriousness of her studies and not lose focus on her responsibilities.
Everything must have its limits.
Elder Luo felt quite proud of his methods for training his disciples as he chuckled softly while stroking his beard and headed off into the distance.
Once he was far away, Yingchun quietly peeked out from behind the door, patting her chest as she let out a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that he left; if he had stayed any longer, the jade talisman in her arms would have likely been discovered.
Yingchun focused on the characters on the talisman, trying hard to decipher them. Finally, she understood what the celestial elder had said. She brought the talisman close to her mouth and whispered softly, "Celestial brother, I found what you asked me to look for—it's in my master's study. He thinks I'm just a child who can't read and doesn't suspect anything. But he has already put away the item and drawn some bright symbols on it; I'm afraid if I move even slightly, my master will find out."
Qi Xiao frowned and instructed her on how to summon the water mirror from the jade talisman so that she could show it to him.
Yingchun glanced outside cautiously before quietly closing the door. She then twisted open one of the vases; with a faint sound, a bookshelf shifted aside to reveal a small hidden compartment behind it.
The hidden compartment was merely a square hole carved into the wall, containing only a thin booklet. Yingchun dragged over a chair to stand on and illuminated the booklet for him.
On the blue cover, a complex array of symbols was embossed. Each symbol had its own structure, interlinked with one another to form a cohesive whole, which was why Yingchun described it as several bright symbols. Beneath the symbols lay a layer of shimmering film, perfectly adhering to the booklet, giving the entire book an unusual luster.
"Yingchun, do you still have your master's ink and brush?"
Yingchun nodded repeatedly and searched the desk for them. The ink had dried up and had been washed with clean water. Fortunately, the inkstone was dark, similar in color to the ink, and there was still a thin layer of nearly dried ink residue on the washed stone.
Listening to Qi Xiao's instructions, Yingchun added water to the ink on the stone and moistened the brush. Then, holding the brush carefully, she climbed onto the chair and presented it before the hidden compartment.
Through the water mirror, Qi Xiao used his spiritual power to manipulate objects in mid-air, adding a few strokes to the symbols on the cover. The prohibition against others reading it immediately transformed into permission.
However, time was limited, and Qi Xiao dared not alter too much; he only made a few adjustments that would allow Yingchun to flip through the first few pages. Fortunately, Elder Luo had a habit of writing important matters at the beginning. The opening page directly displayed the design blueprint for the Soul Sealing Technique.
To extract and seal a soul, two lotus flowers were needed: one Life-Preserving Lotus and one Woe-Inflicting Lotus—one for life and one for death. After preparation and with additional spiritual plants, the Woe-Inflicting Lotus could separate two souls without harm, while the Life-Preserving Lotus could maintain a body’s vitality after its spirit had departed, allowing it to function normally.
Years ago, the demonic clan secretly allied with cultivators from Baiyun Palace, tricking them into offering tribute that led to Lord Xunshui being deceived into consuming pills primarily made from these two lotus flowers. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, they extracted his soul and sealed his spirit, then used puppet techniques to manipulate his dragon body, leading him down a path of slaughter and gradual corruption.
The mastermind behind this method was none other than the chief elder of Baiyun Palace's pharmacy at that time. With just two pills capable of extracting a divine dragon's soul and sealing its spirit, it became his proudest achievement in life. Even in his later years, standing before that stone wall, he couldn't help but boast about it.
This pitiful dragon fell victim to these mere human cultivators. What divine protection did dragons offer to humanity? It was all lies! A long creature with limbs and slight awareness that couldn't even take human form dared to look down upon them as if it were divine? What divine beasts or heavenly laws? It was humanity that should trample these beasts beneath their feet and ascend to immortality!
A group of fools, blessed with merit, favored by the heavens—what right do they have?
What gives them the audacity to rise to divinity in a single step, while the human race has toiled for years, pouring their hearts and souls into their cultivation?
Sometimes, jealousy can be deadly.
If they cannot ascend, then let’s drag down these lofty beings that roam the heavens!
He wants them to understand that whether one is a dragon or a mere insect, it all comes down to circumstance.
Even a divine dragon, when trapped in the mire, is no better off than ordinary cultivators struggling in the dust and smoke. In fact, it may be even worse off, more wretched and pitiful!
The divine dragon never imagined that after thousands of years of blessing the world and nurturing the land, it would bring upon itself such calamity—its soul and bones separated, trapped for a millennium.
As Qi Xiao looked at the explanations in the illustrated book, he began to understand what had happened.
The cultivators of Baiyun Palace feared that the dragon's soul was too powerful to be contained, so they resorted to slaughtering mortals, grinding their bones into powder to forge this stone wall. They then used seven great demonic ribs to create soul-fixing nails that pinned down its limbs and torso.
It could only writhe within the confines of its drawings, never able to find liberation in its lifetime.
If that were the case, why did the first generation master of Baiyun Palace carve out this stone wall for their predecessor?
The wall stretched over thirty zhang, depicting scenes not only of the divine dragon blessing the world and nurturing the land but also of it being worshipped by people.
As Qi Xiao illuminated each painting with a luminous pearl, he even saw scenes of the master of Baiyun Palace leading disciples to the riverside, burning incense in worship.
These images were exquisite and lifelike. If Baiyun Palace truly despised the divine dragon so much, why go through the trouble of carving out such a magnificent scroll celebrating its glory?
This mural was not merely a record of the dragon's past; it was an ode—a hymn of praise and reverence!
If they were both the perpetrators and victims of this tragedy, why expend so much effort creating such an elaborate cage for their prey?
The divine dragon sighed softly. The first generation master of Baiyun Palace had once received guidance from him and stepped onto the path of enlightenment with his help, eventually becoming a formidable power in his own right. At that time, he had vowed to crown him in glory and sing praises for his merits.
Indeed, he had done so—but only upon the prison that bound the divine dragon.
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