Chapter 28: Transmitting the Dharma in a Dream
Chapter 28: Transmitting the Dharma in a Dream, Five-Color Divine Light 1 (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“When Duke Yang saw the golden-foil letter, his heart was thrown into panic.”
“He immediately summoned the family guards and retained experts, and used the power in his grasp to muster a hundred thousand Imperial Guards.”
“They surrounded the entire Ducal Estate until not a drop could leak through. He thought he had laid down an iron wall and ambushes on all ten sides.”
“He assumed that when the Saint of Thieves, Chu Liuxiang, saw such a formation, he would definitely not dare to come.”
“But who could have imagined that just as midnight fell, when the moon was still at its zenith…”
“A figure like a banished immortal truly arrived as promised, Come Treading the Moon.”
“Facing the layers upon layers of ambushes within the Ducal Estate…”
“That Chu Liuxiang merely laughed aloud, took sword in hand, and cut them down one by one, one by one, like chopping vegetables.”
“He carved his way from the main gate of the Ducal Estate all the way to the rear courtyard.”
“Whether you were an Innate Realm Grandmaster or an Imperial Guard of the Imperial City, before that Chu Liuxiang you were nothing but a chicken or a dog.”
“He slaughtered until the hundred thousand Imperial Guards collapsed and fled, until Duke Yang knelt and begged for mercy, obediently offering up all the treasures in his home.”
“Chu Liuxiang killed without drawing blood. Amidst his fluttering white robes, he laughed heartily: I only wished to take a single treasure from you, yet not only did you refuse, you even dared to resist. Today I shall take every last possession in your estate as punishment.”
“With that said, that Chu Liuxiang waved his hand, and the vast Ducal Estate instantly became utterly empty. Everything had actually been taken away by Chu Liuxiang.”
“Even the beautiful concubine Duke Yang had newly taken was also… aiyo!”
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The trees were verdant, the clouds deep beyond knowing.
Beneath a peach tree, a cowherd boy danced and gestured wildly, spittle flying as he recounted tales of the martial world.
Not far away, seated cross-legged beneath the tree, the Azure-Robed Daoist toyed with a mysterious Rune while listening to the cowherd boy’s words.
Suddenly, his brow twitched. A green peach fell without wind, landing squarely on the cowherd boy’s head.
The cowherd boy yelped, clutching his head and looking at the Azure-Robed Daoist with utter reproach. “Master, why did you hit me?”
“I told you to cultivate properly, yet you spend all your time digging up these messy tales of the martial world. Of course you deserved a beating.”
The Azure-Robed Daoist scolded with a laugh.
The cowherd boy immediately pouted and muttered, “I think you’re just jealous of Chu Liuxiang. Makes sense. Everyone else learns sword techniques and lightness arts.”
“So handsome, so dashing.”
“But you? All you know how to teach me are these ghostly scribbles.”
“I don’t even know what use they are.”
“Then will you learn or not?”
The Azure-Robed Daoist asked in return. The talisman in his hand shifted faster and faster, finally transforming into a riot of five colors, like a rainbow clutched in his grip.