Behold the Means of the Immortal

Chapter 27

"Don't panic. Those who show disrespect to the Taoist Lord will only reap what they sow," Li Changmeng said as he helped the two of them up. The prefect leading troops to encircle and suppress him? He really wasn't afraid.

If he were still in the Qi Refining realm, he might have had a hard time dealing with it, but now he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Leaving other things aside, as long as he activated the Three Lives Body Protection Spell, ordinary mortal swords and blades couldn't harm him in the slightest.

Moreover, his supernatural powers, whether it was the Spirit-Connecting Jade Hand or the Divine Light of the Hundred Eyes, could wipe out a large area.

This was a perfect opportunity to spread the prestige of the Ancient Immortal Sect.

The Xuanfeng Kingdom was currently in a time of peace and prosperity. Additionally, it didn't have a tradition of religious belief originally. The development of the Ancient Immortal Sect was as slow as a turtle's crawl.

If he used his means to repel these county troops, it would be different. At least, the surrounding common people would choose to join the Ancient Immortal Sect in order to protect themselves.

"That's good. It's just that my son is not sensible. I wonder if I can bring him into the sect later so that he can pay homage to the divine might?"

After all, Zhang Lin was his own son, and he had once been proud of him. It was just that his son had become foolish from reading books and showed disrespect to the deity. He just hoped that the Spiritual Boy would give him a chance to atone for his sins.

"Of course it's possible. Zhang Lin is fortunate to have a father like you," Li Changmeng smiled faintly and casually agreed. Zhang Lin was just a trivial matter and not worth bothering about.

After learning that the Xuanfeng Kingdom was going to take action against him, Li Changmeng took an incense statue and went to the road outside Tieniu Town that led to Huangrang Township.

If the large army was to travel from Chenlan County to Tieniu Town, they would definitely have to take the official road. Li Changmeng built a thatched shed on the inevitable route and waited patiently for the arrival of the large army.

In less than seven days, Li Changmeng, who was cultivating the Aperture-Opening and Spirit-Building Spell in the thatched shed, stopped his actions. He felt that a large group of people were approaching this way.

If there were no accidents, these were the troops from Chenlan County.

Before long, a dark mass of troops came along the official road, numbering as many as a thousand people.

A carriage with a canopy was leading the way at the front. Behind it, the soldiers were all dressed in blue and black military uniforms and held long spears.

"Why have we stopped?"

An irritated question came from inside the carriage.

"Reporting to you, sir. There is someone who doesn't know the national laws. They actually built a thatched shed in the middle of the official road, blocking our way. I will order someone to push the thatched shed away immediately," the coachman replied resentfully. Occupying the official road without permission and obstructing the march of the army, if there was someone in this thatched shed, they could be directly sentenced to death.

"Hmm—Hurry up. These people who are just playing tricks and pretending to be gods, I actually have to personally go and wipe them out. This is really making a mountain out of a molehill."

"Making a mountain out of a molehill? Are you the prefect of Chenlan County?"

Li Changmeng walked out of the thatched shed. He found it really ridiculous to hear the words coming from inside the carriage.

A pair of big hands lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Qin Siwen stuck his head out: "Which family's child are you? How do you know me?"

Hearing the voice of a young child, Qin Siwen, who was bored inside the carriage, seemed to have found something interesting.

"You are still so disrespectful when you see this immortal. You really have a lot of nerve. I'll give you a way out. Take your people and go back now. I don't want to create more karma of killing."

"You little child really talk in an interesting way. It has even put me in a better mood. Someone, capture him and let me teach him a lesson."

Qin Siwen just thought this child was rather interesting and didn't care about the big words the other person said.

"Hmph! You brought this upon yourself."

Li Changmeng snorted coldly and pointed out with two fingers. The two soldiers who were coming towards him were then hit by the Soul-Driving Spell.

"Kill yourselves."

In front of the horrified eyes of the thousand soldiers behind them, the two soldiers picked up the long spears in their hands, aimed them at their own necks, and without the slightest hesitation, stabbed themselves through the throat with one spear.

Blood flowed down the spear shafts and onto the ground, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

"You are a cultivator! Aren't you afraid of karma for taking action against ordinary people like this?"

Qin Siwen pointed at Li Changmeng and asked tremblingly.

He didn't understand why, since the other party was a cultivator, and such a young one at that, he would take action against ordinary people, and the spell he used was so stealthy and strange.

Immortals and mortals were separate. Any cultivator with the ambition to cultivate would avoid having contact with ordinary people.

Karma, merit, the power of incense wishes, resentment...

These unique powers that originated from mortal beings could have a great impact on a cultivator's cultivation.

All righteous cultivators chose to stay away from the mortal world to avoid bringing trouble upon themselves.

Cultivators who cultivated merit, the power of incense, or the power of resentment would only try their best to entangle themselves with only one of these powers.

Could it be that this child in front of him was cultivating the evil path? Was he relying on killing and the power of resentment for cultivation?

"Oh? Prefect, didn't you lead the troops here to find me? Now that I'm here, why don't you recognize me?"

"You are that Incense Path cultivator!"

Qin Siwen finally understood why the cultivator in front of him had taken action without a word.

But he didn't understand how the other party knew about their actions and happened to be waiting for them on the inevitable route.

Moreover, directly confronting them head-on, his safety couldn't be guaranteed!

Qin Siwen was puzzled in his heart. At the same time, meeting the other party in this situation, there was a good chance that he would be killed.

Even if the remaining soldiers could kill the other party in the end, what was the use if he himself was already dead?

"You've got it wrong, cultivator. I'm here to help you with your cultivation. I'm sure you need more incense offerings, right?"

Qin Siwen changed his expression and smiled obsequiously.

He was really afraid that the other party would use the same means as before to kill him.

It was true that a thousand soldiers could surround and kill a Qi Refining cultivator, but under the spells of a cultivator, a thousand soldiers would also suffer a lot of casualties.

Just like before, those two soldiers died in an inexplicable manner.

If that were used on him, as the prefect of a county, dying like this would be too worthless. He wasn't like those lowly common soldiers.

"What do you mean?"

Li Changmeng despised the speed at which the prefect changed his attitude, but he was still interested in hearing how the other party could help him with his cultivation.

"I can build a temple for you in Chenlan County and enshrine you. The county city has far more people than Tieniu Town. It will definitely be of great benefit to you," Qin Siwen said while paying attention to Li Changmeng's expression. Seeing that the other party seemed to be really attracted by his words, he thought to himself that even though the other party was a cultivator, he still had the mind of a child and was so easily deceived.

"Not bad, not bad. You really have some thought. But I have an even better idea."

"Oh, please tell me, cultivator. I will do anything to satisfy you."

Hmph, let you show off for now. Once I'm in a safe place, I'll kill you first.

"I'll borrow your head to establish the prestige of my Ancient Immortal Sect. Wouldn't that make the people of Chenlan County believe in it one after another!"

After saying that, Li Changmeng untied his clothes, and the divine light of the Hundred Eyes shot out unrestrainedly, killing all the soldiers behind Qin Siwen.

When the divine light swept over, it was like being cut by a blade. In an instant, the surging blood qi filled the surroundings, and the thick smell of blood rushed into Qin Siwen's nose and mouth, wave after wave.

"How is this possible? You are a Foundation Establishment cultivator! Why didn't you say earlier that you are a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Feng Xiaoyan could even give you a whole county!"

With such means, the other party could only be a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Clearly, as long as the other party revealed the imposing pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it could make their hearts and minds submit. But instead, the other party used such a method of killing.

Did the other party really not care about karma?

This was Qin Siwen's last thought. In the midst of a burst of divine light, only the coachman at the end was left alive.

"Take your prefect's head back and tell the people of Chenlan County that this is the consequence of showing disrespect to the Taoist Lord Mimeng Wangqing. If you want to protect yourselves, it's better to enshrine the Taoist Lord as soon as possible!"

Li Changmeng looked coldly at the coachman. Behind him, one tentacle tapped on the coachman's forehead under the latter's extremely frightened gaze.

"If you don't listen, your soul will suffer eternal punishment after you die. Think carefully about what to do."

"I... I understand, sir."

The coachman nodded repeatedly. When he looked up again, Li Changmeng was nowhere to be seen. Everything was like a dream.

Only the thick smell of blood that the wind couldn't blow away proved that all this was not an illusion but reality.