Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Chapter 523: Longevity Curse

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Soon, a eunuch ran over and reported to Emperor Xia that there was someone answering to the public notice.

Quickly, Emperor Xia saw a man with black and white hair that was tied with a blue headband walking towards him. The man was well-built, light-footed, and there was Qi of Dao flow surrounding him. From the first glance, he seemed like an extraordinary practitioner.

The man stepped forward, not far in front of Emperor Xia, and made a confidante, “I am Wen Zhong, Your Highness.”

Emperor Xia eyed him and said, “Can you cure my High Priest?”

From the moment he entered the main hall, Wen Zhong began to judge Emperor Xia. This person was condensed with Qi, like a huge fireball, always emitting a masculine vigor. Qi cultivator who was proficient in spells were afraid to be close to Emperor Xia. This was because those with lower cultivation experience may not be able to use their techniques, which allowed themselves to be slaughtered by Emperor Xia.

Wen Zhong noted himself, “My honored master said that the world is a big place. For the Art of Strength Training, it is recommended to follow Xia Clan. I have to agree with that.”

He pondered a lot but said, “I need to take a look at the High Priest to be able to judge his circumstances. Please do not worry.”

Emperor Xia coldly said, “I do not like Qi cultivators. If you cannot cure his sickness, you need not think of surviving.

Wen Zhong smiled and said, “Please let me diagnose him. As for that matter, it can be discussed later. ”

Wen Zhong took a step further. It was the start of Jiugong. It was also the area with Emperor Xia’s highest Qi dynamic. As he was there, he felt comfortable and was not distracted by the blazing Qi dynamic.

As Emperor Xia saw that, he folded his arms behind him. The strong masculine Qi and blood suddenly converged. He became indifferent to ordinary people but his eyes were still bright.

Wen Zhong was jerked forward by the sudden convergence of the Qi dynamic. By this, Wen Zhong evaluation of the King was brought to a higher level.

Emperor Xia said coldly, “Go quickly.”

Wen Zhong regained his state of mind as he walked to bed craved by king of jades. He looked at the High Priest’s countenance and secretly exclaimed, “The Longevity Curse actually existed.”

The so-called Longevity Curse was a magical trick by the Daoist. Once someone had been casted with a Longevity Curse, they would never die. However, if a spell was able to allow people to live forever, there would not be so many geniuses who died in front of the longevity gate.

The Longevity Curse had its flaws. One of its biggest drawbacks was that once the curse was in place, Qi energy of the physical body would remain in a static state. In other words, this Longevity Curse would deter one from growing or experience change of any sorts.

Apparently, the High Priest suffered serious injuries before the Longevity Curse was in place. Maybe he could not even be treated, thus he was cursed. This would stop his injury to worsen. At the same time, it also diminished the possibility that the High Priest would continue to make progress.

Wen Zhong pulled out a white hair, lengthened his hair and soon got it into the palm of the High Priest. Everything in his body flashed in Wen Zhong’s heart. Finally, he found out something that surprised him the most; the High Priest did not even have a heart. Although his Qi was still slowly flowing, he was gradually weakening. In the end, the body of the High Priest would no longer be in use.

If this was only the case, it may be possible to use the law of reviving dead bodies to rejuvenate him. However, the spirit of the High Priest was closely linked to its flesh and body and it was difficult to distinguish the both.

If the flesh died, it was the time where the High Priest lost his soul. He would no longer exist in this world.

When Emperor Xia saw Wen Zhong’s expression, he knew that this man had a way.

In fact, the High Priest’s injuries were not incurable. Although Emperor Xia was not proficient in Primordial Spirit from the celestialism and meditation from the Buddhism meditations, the avenues achieved the same goal.

Actually, the High Priest needed the Ultimate Art of Spiritual Enhancement and the help of someone with strong Primordial Spirit, in order to survive this plunder.

Over the years, Emperor Xia had suppressed the Buddhism and Daoism and collected a lot of magical material exercises and Dao formula. However, it was difficult to find The Ultimate Art of Spiritual Enhancement.

When he actually found it, he felt that, for the first time, his ability was falling short from his wishes.

In the city of Diqiu, there were two people who not only possessed The Ultimate Art of Spiritual Enhancement but also had extremely strong Primordial Spirit.

Of course, they were Tianyi and Shen Lian.

Tianyi practiced the Nine-Transformations Technique and already reached the eighth turn. His strong Primordial Spirit was one of the tops in the Netherworld. Even before Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva left the Netherworld, when heroes came forth in large numbers, Tianyi would still be one of the best.

For Shen Lian, he was no less powerful than Tianyi. Moreover, as compared to Tianyi, Shen Lian’s origin was a mystery. Hence, this further confirmed the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s prophecy.

Emperor Xia had mixed feelings for Shen Lian. The High Priest’s injury was definitely related to Shen Lian. However, on the other hand, due to his injury, the High Priest could not leave him again; which was Emperor Xia’s long-cherished wish.

However, if the High Priest died, Emperor Xia would not let this away easily.

Emperor Xia was not a Daoist practitioner. He did not need to cultivate any state of mind. He needed to be self-reliant. He continuously upgraded his strength, broke all bottlenecks that stopped him, and finally reached the incredible realm.

He was not alone in this path. The Lord Emperor went further.

Wen Zhong’s fingers trembled slightly and the hair suddenly recoiled.

Emperor Xia said, “What did you see?”

Wen Zhong smiled and replied, “Your Highness, you knew how to save him so why did you still request for a doctor?”

Emperor Xia smirked, “You are brilliant but I would like to use other methods.”

“I cannot do anything to help,” Wen Zhong uttered indifferently. He knew that to cure the High Priest, the Daoist practitioners of the Art of Spiritual Enhancement would have to grow his soul and spirit. Then, they would use his spirit to restore his body and to reconcile the Yin and Yang. Lastly, he would be able to recover or in the worst-case scenario, he will still be able to live.

However, the Art of Spiritual Enhancement was precious. Even though Emperor Xia was rich, he could only find some common evil path of the Art of Spiritual Enhancement. It would be pointless.

Wen Zhong thought of two-person, namely Tianyi and Shen Lian. Both men had practiced the Art of Spiritual Enhancement. Especially, it was the supreme law. They were in Diqiu, especially Tianyi who was imprisoned by Emperor Xia in Xia Stage. Wen Zhong did not believe that Emperor Xia would not have taken notice.

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Coldly, Emperor Xia commanded, “It seemed that you were in the same mould as them. Guards, bring him to the Gate of Meridian to behead.”

All of a sudden, the long green cables surrounded Wen Zhong. That cables stretched out from the void to deal specifically with Qi cultivators.

Wen Zhong was tied, and immediately his mana was locked.

The sergeant came forward from outside and escorted Wen Zhong out.