Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 154 Resurrection

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She relied on her immense demonic energy to break through all obstacles and unseal the box.

Yang Silang cautiously had She Nu protect him, opened the jade box, and looked inside. Inside was a small banner.

The banner was covered with black and blood-red runes, with black bells hanging from it. A black wooden handle supported the banner, giving it a sinister and eerie appearance. Its appearance was somewhat strange and unorthodox, and had nothing to do with being dignified or righteous.

"What is this?" Yang Silang turned to ask She Nu.

She Nu searched for the memories of the cultivator who had eaten him, and answered after a moment.

"Master, this is the Soul-Guiding Banner that the Wu family has refined. There are many demonic beasts and demons in the secret realm. They want to take this opportunity to collect demon souls and use the Gu-raising technique to cultivate a powerful magic weapon."

"It uses the core of a thousand-year-old locust tree as its pole, which can capture and control souls. Normally, fierce souls are kept inside the banner, and they are released during battles. The souls will not perish as long as the banner is destroyed."

"It's an excellent place to nurture the soul; furthermore, this banner also has storage capabilities..."

Yang Silang immediately became interested upon hearing this.

He wasn't surprised that the Soul-Guiding Banner could kill enemies—it was a magic weapon at the Artifact Control Realm; what use was it if it couldn't kill enemies?

Well, the main reason is that he knows his Taoist cultivation is weak and he can't control this magic weapon.

But he was very interested in its auxiliary storage function.

If the storage compartments had been larger, or if I had had a storage bag, I wouldn't have been forced to discard so many materials on this trip to the secret realm—those were all valuable silver coins!

Although this secret realm hunt was fraught with danger, such a secret realm was controlled by powerful families, and in the past, they had no way to enter it.

This storage function is great, and people with big bellies are always very popular.

"Is this soul-guiding banner a living thing or a dead thing?" Yang Silang asked impatiently.

She Nu was taken aback, then laughed.

"Uh... Master, it's an inanimate object, of course. It can hold three rooms' worth of stuff."

"The spirits raised by this soul-guiding banner are extremely yin and evil; any living thing that goes in is just courting death."

"The kind of treasure you mentioned that allows living people and things to enter is said to be a clan-protecting treasure possessed only by great families. It is called the Qiankun Ring, and it is said that one can carry a space with them, the size of which is uncertain."

"The small ones are about the size of a fine storage bag, maybe only the size of three to five rooms. The large ones are said to be the size of a secret realm, with mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars inside, where people can live and multiply..."

"Huh..." She Nu gasped in surprise, "Is this Huang's memory real? It's so exaggerated?"

She herself was shocked. She had eaten too many people, how could she possibly recall so many memories? It was normal to miss some.

Yang Silang's eyes flickered upon hearing this. The Qiankun Ring, a personal movable space—hiss, if a noble family truly possesses such a treasure, this is a way out.

Even if they encounter an insurmountable disaster, their family's foundation is destroyed, and their clansmen are wiped out, as long as one or two people escape and possess the Qiankun Ring, there is hope for a future turnaround.

Thinking ahead, this soul-guiding banner is the size of three rooms, which is about the size of a high-grade storage bag. He was very satisfied. In addition, it would be much more convenient to kill and hide corpses in the future.

It can also capture and control souls. She Nu was a reward from the system, so she can be kept in the Niwan Palace. Other ghosts don't have this treatment.

He really liked this soul-guiding banner.

She Nu continued.

"The Wu family made this new banner, but before they even opened for business, they sent it to the secret realm. Even its owner was robbed by several of us great demons who joined forces to intercept the caravan."

Yang Silang examined the Soul-Guiding Banner for a moment. It felt cold and heavy in his hand, with many runes drawn on the black handle and the blood-red banner surface.

Holding it for a long time gradually gave rise to a chilling sensation, as if half of his body's blood and qi were about to be frozen solid. This was a magic weapon of the Wu family, which he had not yet refined. With prolonged contact, the overflowing yin energy alone could freeze the blood and qi of a steel-dirty martial arts master. It was truly a formidable weapon.

It is at least a powerful weapon of war for a Grandmaster-level expert in the Artifact Control Realm.

With Yang Silang's current shallow Taoist cultivation, it would take him forever to refine it on his own.

Fortunately, he had a top-notch snake demon and ox horse under his command.

He smiled as he placed the soul-guiding banner into the box and instructed She Nu.

"I need to use this banner. You are responsible for cleaning off the family marks on it, and it would be best to change its appearance as well, so that I won't be brought back by the aggrieved parties when I use it in the future."

She Nu hurriedly knelt down and agreed. Yang Silang threw the banner in his hand, and She Nu opened his mouth and swallowed it. Seeing that the master had no further instructions, he turned into smoke with a bang and returned to the Niwan Palace.

At this point, all that's left of the secret realm's loot are some pills; I can sell them off slowly when the opportunity arises.

A few more days passed.

That night.

The moon rises above the willow branches.

Yang Silang arrived on a donkey and entered the martial arts hall.

Upon reaching the Martial Arts Pagoda, he climbed down carrying the wine and meat.

He patted Da Qing's head and said, "Go."

Daqing has been working diligently as Shi's nanny lately, and it's normal for her to occasionally fall asleep from exhaustion.

Yang Silang isn't a heartless merchant, so today he'll send the giant green dog to see its little lover.

So Daqing grinned and ran happily toward the stable.

With the money Yang Silang had previously given him, the old groom would definitely let it into the pen.

So much so that when Yang Silang slapped its head and used that bit of ancestral blood essence on it, it was completely unaware.

He looked up and tried calling out "Grandma".

The round stones inlaid on the roof are a cloudy white color. These round stones are essentially the clones of Granny Tianjing, cut off from her main body.

In the past, the round stone was as clear and bright as crystal, but after Grandma Tianjing gave birth to her daughter that day, it almost crumbled into pieces.

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He came almost every day, watching the round stone gradually improve until the cracks were removed and it stabilized. It seemed that his three points of repair were still effective.

Grandma Tianjing should not be dead, but she did not respond every time he called her, so it seems that she was seriously injured and her vital energy was greatly depleted.

Yang Silang set the wine and meat aside, then flipped his hand and produced five-colored stones, which he placed on the ground.

He calmed down and began practicing the Five Elements Force in the training room, just to keep his grandmother company.

After several cycles of practice, he opened his eyes, finished his cultivation, and was preparing to pack up the wine, meat, and stones to leave.

"what?"

Yang Silang noticed that there was no shortage of wine and meat, but five-colored, spider-web-like streams of air were slowly rising from the five stones and being sucked into the round stones above.

He was overjoyed.

"Grandma, is that you?"

"are u there?"

"My little aunt is eating and sleeping well at my house. She's gained an ounce or two recently. She eats ten meals a day and is getting as round as a mutton fat ball. You can rest assured."

Grandma was not seen on the round stone on the roof.

However, the five-colored airflow it inhaled slowly undulated, like a child learning to write for the first time, with crooked and twisted strokes forming a structure, but writing extremely slowly.

The first thing that appears is the word "Yes".

Then it turned into the character "在".

Finally, it becomes the character "好" (good).

The three characters were written in a similar but different way, and Yang Silang had to carefully examine them before he could guess them.

After the last "good" character was written, the five-colored streams of energy dissipated with a bang, and the round stone made no further response, no longer even absorbing the stone energy on the ground.

Yang Silang was overjoyed.

Although Grandma did not appear in the round stone to communicate with him, she was able to write three words in response, which proved that he was still alive and retained his consciousness and memory. Presumably, he would get better day by day.

He left the Wujing Pagoda with a delighted expression, feeling extremely happy.

He rode his equally delighted Daqing back into the courtyard.

Daqing returned to the spacious wooden house that had been built for it and ate and drank heartily, while Yang Silang went to the big ox house.

"Fourth Brother..." Wang Daniu was practicing his stance when he saw him come in. He stopped and took out an invitation. "This is an invitation to the treasure appreciation event in three days."

"Miss Su sent someone to deliver it, saying that she had just received it herself."

Yang Silang nodded and accepted the invitation. It would be good to go and see the scene and broaden one's horizons.

He looked at his aunt sitting on the coffee table in the room.

My aunt's body had grown several sizes larger, from the size of a thumb to the size of a walnut, and now she was very round and fair, just like white jade.

Next to my aunt was a five-colored stone, on which wisps of stone energy condensed into vortexes that she swallowed. There was a thick layer of lime under the table, indicating that she had eaten quite a bit today.

Yang Silang held his aunt in his palm, rubbed her for a while, making her shine even brighter, before finally putting her down with satisfaction.

He returned to his room.

Yang Silang washed his hands and calmed his mind, relaxing his whole body. Tonight, he did not practice the Five Elements Force, but instead cultivated the Daoist arts of spirit and soul.

A moment later, a wandering soul flew out from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, sat cross-legged on his hair, and absorbed the moonlight in rhythm with his breathing. At the same time, the yellow jade fruit also released its essence, continuously inputting it into his soul.

The soul absorbs the moon's essence, weaving a layer of milky-white light around its body, while internally it absorbs the essence of the yellow jade fruit. Streams of pure yellow spiritual energy enter the soul's body, making it more solid.

a moment.

The soul flew out of the house with a whoosh.

A chill emanated from the outside world; what appeared to be ordinary houses and courtyards during the day were as large as palaces in the eyes of the spirit.

This is the result of my recent practice.

If Yang Silang were a newly formed wandering spirit, these houses outside would appear as towering mountains to him.

Yang Silang condensed a Moonlight Armor around his soul to protect himself, and used the Wind Escape Technique to take a quick stroll around the Martial Arts Hall.

It is far away from the Wujing Pagoda.

Under spiritual awareness.

At the top of the tower burned a furnace of qi and blood, which belonged to Fu Liunian, the master who guarded the tower. In addition, there was a very weak demonic aura lingering inside the tower, which belonged to Granny Tianjing.

This demonic aura only appeared today. In the previous few days, Yang Silang wandered around in spirits at night and could not detect the presence of Granny at all.

He dared not get too close to the Martial Arts Tower. He wandered around the Martial Arts Hall a few times, then took to the air and strolled among the sparse houses outside. From afar, he saw two demonic auras reacting in his own courtyard.

A surge of cyan demonic energy, as strong as a ball, almost filled the house; this was the Great Azure. A wisp of white demonic energy, as thin as mist, was barely visible unless one looked closely.

After observing for a while, Yang Silang felt his soul gradually getting cold, and he knew that he was nearing his limit.

"Come back to life!"

As soon as he had a thought, a guardian lamp lit up in the distance, instantly pulling him back into the Niwan Palace from outside.

With his soul returning to its place, Yang Silang's consciousness returned to his body. He stopped his cultivation technique and slowly opened his eyes.

He rested for a while, lit incense to calm his mind, and everything was ready. Tonight was the perfect night to break the seal and carefully observe the Ruyi Tianzun Sutra.

It was late at night.

Yang Silang sat with his palms facing upwards, while outside, She Nu wandered around the courtyard to protect him, and even used sorcery to seal the house inside and out.

"It's time."

He made mudras with all ten fingers.

Inside the Niwan Palace, the soul suddenly shone brightly, and a memory that had been deliberately sealed appeared before Yang Silang's eyes.

boom!

He felt his eyes go blind in an instant, and all he could see was light. In the dim light, a huge figure was slowly appearing, standing on a river of blood.