Chapter 121 The Times of Wind and Storm (2/2)

However, Her Majesty in the Imperial City surely must have known that the destiny was to be followed, surely that she was not about to let her fate to continue worsening?

Right now, the Crown Prince and Zhao Xiang were the destined people, and yet they were not the key figures. The key was Zhao Xiaoyu, who was trying to snatch the wishes of the masses that congregated in Shendu.

The ultimate formation that was set up based on Shendu City and the surrounding mountains and water to relay the wishes of the masses of the Da Zhou Dynasty, it was something that was important to both Zhao Xiaoyu and the Empress. If Zhao Xiaoyu were to get her hands on the wishes of the masses, she could use it as the raw material to merge her divinity with, thus elevating the Nine Lotus characteristics of phenomena to a whole new level. She could reach the pinnacle instantly and become a rare powerful being that was just below the immortal Zhenren. She would be a notable being in the cultivation community, and would not be any weaker than Chen Jianmei.

The speculation surrounding Chen Jianmei was no other than he had attained the Nine Transformations of Huandan, and had gone onto the path of the Cultivator of the Sword. The Shapeless Sword Formula was unthinkably powerful, which was why his combat power was so strong. This was why he could build the Temple of Killings in the middle of Dahuang, slaying the demons and monsters, and was unrivaled.

Of course, Zhao Xiaoyu and Chen Jianmei were two parallel lines, and they were nothing like each other. He understood why Daoism and Buddhism were considered as authentic, while the path of Shen was not.

The road to Huandan was treacherous, but success meant success, and failure meant failure. One held one’s fate in one’s hand.

Shen Lian believed that if he were to encounter the both of them now, without something that he could protect himself with, he would definitely be taken in by either Zhao Xiaoyu or the Empress.

This was an unquestionable fact.

The gash on his arm started to heal, and the color of the ink got darker. The good Talisman papers that he brought down from the mountain were running low in stock.

Shen Lian was going to use all of them this time around.

Two more days to the seventh of July, and on that night, the clash between the Empress and Zhao Xiaoyu would take place.

The ink was thick yet even, and it was giving off a pleasant scent of blood. Blood had a tangy smell to it, but Shen Lian’s blood did not have the impurities unlike those of the mortals, and it was very pure. Even back then, Ling Chongxiao’s blood had hints of pleasant scent to it, what more Shen Lian’s.

Ruoxi watched as her brother dealt with the mixture of ink and blood. He started writing after he was done mixing.

On the white Talisman paper, Shen Lian drew patterns akin to that of floating clouds with his blood ink.

His blood ink was thick and did not disperse easily, and there were noticeable hints of darker blood.

The method of making a talisman with blood had been in existence since ancient times. Shen Lian’s blood was full of the Qi of vitality, and his Qi passed through the tip of his pen. The runes that he made could affect the Qi of heaven and earth, unleashing endless power.

Unfortunately, the runes that he learned were not as strong as he wanted it to be. Allegedly, back in ancient times, the talisman could be as strong as a powerful instrument. A sheet of Talisman could move mountains and burn seas, and it was something in its own league altogether.

Shen Lian made a total of three Blood Talismans. If he were to make any more, he would be depleting his Qi and blood. What more with his capabilities, if three Blood Talismans could not do their job, even thirty of them would not change anything then.

Later, Shen Lian accompanied Ruoxi to study and to write. The bad weather was convenient, as Ruoxi would not ask to go out to play anymore.

To be fair, if he were to disallow Ruoxi to head out, Ruoxi would listen. However, he did not want to force Ruoxi to do something that she did not like to.

Maybe Ruoxi was more capricious and proud because of that, which made her more like her mother.

However, Ruoxi’s maturity was beyond his imagination. Perhaps, from the day she cooked him porridge, the little girl had drawn a line and grew up from the past.

Bai Shaoliu came twice, and he was no longer obsessed with the question Shen Lian asked him. His sword technique was a lot more natural; in fact, there was something indescribable about its fluidity, and it was not as simple as the never-ending stream of water.

The second time he came, he was here to bid his farewell. The lady boss was moving away and asked if he wanted to follow. He felt indebted to the lady boss, and he was worried that she might get into trouble when she was elsewhere. Even though the lady boss had a mysterious Junior Apprentice-Sister and kept some secrets, Bai Shaoliu still wanted to protect her.

When Bai Shaoliu bid his goodbye, Shen Lian had a premonition that they will meet again.