129. Four Nails (Third update requesting monthly votes)-Eerie Immortal Cultivation: I Became the Yellow-Clad Taoist Master(Jade Skies Above the Severed Arm)

Moon sets, sun rises.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains welcomed yet another new day.

Perhaps due to recent exhaustion.

Perhaps because of a nightmare in the night.

Chen Huangpi did not wake up in a daze until the sun was high in the sky and shining right upon him.

Upon waking, he abruptly caught sight of the brass oil lamp hanging on the wall, which now bore a distinct pinch mark on its body.

"Huang Er, are you alright?"

Chen Huangpi was greatly alarmed and hurriedly went over to it.

"I am fine."

The brass oil lamp smiled bitterly and said, "It is merely a little wind and frost, I can still bear it."

"Who did this!"

Chen Huangpi demanded angrily, "Was it the First Master? He was already using you to grind his teeth earlier, and now he is getting increasingly out of hand. Looking at this, is he trying to pinch you to death?"

"It was the Third Abbot."

"Oh, it's the Third Master then..."

Chen Huangpi said casually, "The Third Master indeed has a strong grip. Look at that, even his palm print is imprinted as clear as day."

With that, he lowered his head and glanced at his own palm.

"Eh, my eyes are healed?!"

Only then did Chen Huangpi realize that his eyes, which could not see at all before he went to sleep, had returned to normal upon waking.

It was as if he had never been blind in the first place.

"Could the Anti-Qing and Restore-Ming Powder I mixed actually be this effective?"

"Effective my ass."

The brass oil lamp jumped down feebly from the wall, hung itself over Chen Huangpi's shoulder, and said, "It was the Third Abbot who intervened after you fell asleep. His revered self dug two black threads right out of your eyes."

"Otherwise, how could you have healed so quickly?"

"I don't believe it."

Chen Huangpi snorted coldly, "The Third Master only lectures on reason and kills people. It must be my medical recipe that is powerful."

"The Third Abbot can hear you..."

"So what?"

Chen Huangpi said earnestly, "No matter how powerful my medical recipe is, without the Third Master helping me, I wouldn't have recovered this fast. Huang Er, do not try to sow discord between the Third Master and me, or I will get angry."

"Hehe..."

"Huang Er, I had a nightmare yesterday."

Recalling the scene in his dream, Chen Huangpi could not help saying, "I dreamed of countless bugs eating me. Back then I was still an egg—uh, the me inside the egg was golden-black vapor. I also dreamed of something else, but I can't remember what it looked like anymore."

"I went on a murderous rampage in my dream, slaughtering all those bugs. I fought all the way up to the Immortal Realm, only to encounter a bunch of wicked immortals."

"Those immortals wanted to kill Master, which made me furious!"

As he spoke, Chen Huangpi could not help pressing his fingers together into a sword gesture and gesticulating with both hands: "I just went like this, with a single swing of my sword, and all the heads of those immortals were chopped off. I brought Master back fighting all the way to the Daqian Immortal Dynasty."

"Master even praised me for surpassing him, saying he is not as good as me."

"The Abbot is not as good as you?"

The brass oil lamp burst into a fit of laughter, clutching its sides as it said, "Chen Huangpi, his revered self the Abbot became a True Immortal at the age of thirteen. You are also thirteen, what kind of True Immortal are you?"

"If I were to be born into the world, I too would be a True Immortal!"

Chen Huangpi said in a fit of shame and anger, "Anyway, that is what Master said in the dream."

"You truly have no shame."

The brass oil lamp said with disdain, "Although I do not know what the Abbot said to you in the dream, when you were having your nightmare, you kept crying out 'Master save me' and 'Don't eat me'. And you expect me to believe you led the Abbot out through a sea of blood?"

"I, this..."

Chen Huangpi's face flushed red, unable to imagine that he had actually spoken out loud in his sleep.

It must have been because yesterday's nightmare was too terrifying.

"Dreams and reality are opposites."

"Therefore, my sleep-talking must naturally be the opposite as well."

"Fine, I believe you."

Unwilling to bicker further with Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp changed the subject and asked, "My fellow clansman, when you were having your nightmare last night, did you feel anything unusual about your body?"

"There was nothing unusual."

Chen Huangpi walked out of the side hall, stretched lazily, and said, "I only felt that after a sleep, my whole body is comfortable, and my eyes are better. I am going to patrol the mountains, and tonight I will go to the old temple to see the Second Master."

Yet the brass oil lamp said in a complicated tone, "In the night, you grew hundreds of eyes."

"Those eyes were blinking continuously, staring fixedly at me."

"I felt as though those eyes could control me."

Last night, after Chen Huangpi fell into a nightmare, he first began to talk in his sleep.

Then, as if encountering danger, he kept struggling on the bed.

It had wanted to step forward and comfort him.

Little did it expect that the moment this thought arose,

a split suddenly tore open across Chen Huangpi's cheek.

A dark cyan eye burrowed its way out from within.

Immediately afterwards, more slits tore open all over Chen Huangpi's body.

Beneath those flesh and skin, eye after eye opened, gazing uninhibitedly at everything around them.

"It is the Liver Temple..."

Chen Huangpi muttered thoughtfully.

Then, his mind sank deep into his body.

He saw that around his liver, yellowish-green vital breath was breeding, continuously forging the Liver Temple like a living thing.

And at that moment, the contour of the Liver Temple could already be faintly discerned.

Going at this speed,

in ten days at most, or five or six days at the least, the Liver Temple might be completely forged.

"When I cultivated the Kidney Temple, black smoke grew out."

"After cultivating the Liver Temple, eyes grew out."

"The Liver Temple belongs to wood; after the Liver Temple comes the Heart Temple, and the heart belongs to fire; then the Spleen Temple, which belongs to earth; and after the Spleen Temple is the Lung Temple, which belongs to metal. In this way, the Five Elements circulate, which means I will grow a total of five kinds of things." Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "The Taoists of the Pure Immortal Temple only grow one kind. Since I am so extraordinary, why do I only grow five?"

"Do not forget, there is still the Yin-Yang Harmony and Spirit-Transforming Art."

The brass oil lamp reminded him, "Your Six Yin Deities and Six Yang Deities might grow things as well when the time comes."

"That would make seven kinds."

Chen Huangpi said triumphantly, "Although they are immortals, their potential is already exhausted, whereas my potential is seven times theirs. In the future, my achievements will surely be something they can never hope to reach."

As he said this,

Chen Huangpi had also walked into the main hall.

However, Master was not in the main hall, nor was Golden Horn; only the Fox Mountain God was there tidying up.

The main hall was spotless.

It was just that a few days ago, Chen Huangpi had nailed Master to the wall,

which was why it had looked somewhat disorderly.

"Fox Mountain God, where is my Master?"

Knotting its brows, the Fox Mountain God replied, "The Abbot went out. Oh, the Great Abbot went out."

The Fox Mountain God carefully removed a nail and then said, "He pulled Golden Horn out as soon as daylight broke, saying he was taking it out to eat something delicious, but I suspect the Abbot is taking Golden Horn out to stew it."

"He wouldn't."

Chen Huangpi smiled and said, "Master is going to raise Golden Horn into a fierce hound to guard the house for me, he won't stew Golden Horn. Besides, Golden Horn now only has its divine soul left, and there are no pots outside either, what would he use to stew it?"

"What you say makes a lot of sense."

The Fox Mountain God pulled out the last nail, and then made ready to throw the whole pile of nails away.

However, Chen Huangpi noticed that four of those nails were somewhat different.

Thus, he called out to stop the Fox Mountain God.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Huangpi pointed at the four unusual nails and asked, "Where did these four black nails come from? I remember when I nailed Master up, the nails I used shouldn't have been this thick."

"Where else could they come from?"

The Fox Mountain God said helplessly, "The Great Abbot spat them out before going out, and even said the taste was mediocre, with a strong metallic rust flavor. So he told me to clean up the main hall and throw them all away together."

"Man is made of iron and food is of grain; it's completely normal for Master to eat a few iron nails to nourish himself."

Chen Huangpi asked for those four black nails and examined them closely in his palm.

Some strange characters were engraved on these four nails.

Even though the nails had been swallowed into Master's belly and the characters had been corroded by stomach acid,

some still remained intact.

"Pacify evil... hold the incantation seal, seal the Yang..."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "There is also a 'Chen Wu' engraved on this one, and—uh, this one has 'You Shiyi' written on it, along with the three words 'Fix Destiny Soul'. As for the remaining two, nothing more can be discerned."

The brass oil lamp chimed in abruptly, "These nails carry the aura of those four malevolent entities."

Yesterday, those four figures wearing black robes and masks, disguised as cultivators, had come to make inquiries.

And they had come specifically for the black sun.

Chen Huangpi had been blind and unable to see through those people's tricks.

Thus he had assumed they were all good people and even urged them to stay in the temple for the night.

Had it not been for its reminder, how could Chen Huangpi have known that those four had actually contemplated eating him?

Chen Huangpi came to a sudden realization. "It seems the First Master took action yesterday, only he did so without letting me know."

"Definitely!"

The brass oil lamp sneered, "Although the Abbot rarely kills malevolent entities, those four harbored evil intentions and perhaps even muttered malicious thoughts about the Abbot in their hearts. In these Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, what does the Abbot not know? Would he let the four of them live?"

"These four nails might just be the secret that allowed them to maintain their human nature."

As soon as these words were spoken,

Chen Huangpi was instantly stirred with interest.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Lord Mangshan is still lingering in my Soul-Abducting Register. He used to be an Arhat and later became a malevolent entity. If I hammer these four nails into his head, perhaps he can recover as well?"

With that, Chen Huangpi patted the Soul-Abducting Register.

A ghostly radiance emerged.

Lord Mangshan, with a collar around his neck and claiming to be a mountain xiao, appeared in the open space outside the main hall.

Lord Mangshan's current state was utterly miserable.

He originally had eight heads, but now only six remained, and one of those had been cleaved down the middle.

As for his sixteen arms, only thirteen were left.

"Chen Huangpi, if you have any spine, give me a swift end."

Lord Mangshan stiffened his neck and said through gritted teeth, "Otherwise, if I ever regain my freedom one day, I will surely crack open your skull and devour your brains raw."

"Chen Huangpi, you actually managed to capture a Calamity?"

The Fox Mountain God's eyes widened in disbelief as it said, "How did you pull that off?"

"Naturally, I pulled it off with my own ability."

Chen Huangpi manipulated the collar, forcing Lord Mangshan to shut his mouth tightly.

The latter was flushed with irrepressible fury, his eyes bloodshot.

What kind of ability?

He was simply relying on that immortal to throw his weight around.

Without that immortal, without that God of Broad Vision, without that black smoke, he would have skinned and eaten Chen Huangpi alive long ago.

Chen Huangpi glanced sideways at Lord Mangshan.

Then, that pickax appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He walked over to Lord Mangshan.

The latter's single leg uncontrollably buckled and knelt down, its thirteen arms propping up the ground, and all six of its heads neatly arranged in a proper position.

Right at the level of Chen Huangpi's waist.

Controlled by that collar, apart from retaining his own consciousness, everything else about Lord Mangshan was at the mercy of Chen Huangpi.

Yet the brass oil lamp remarked, "My fellow clansman, he has six heads, but you only have four nails. That doesn't quite match up, does it?"

"Simple, just chop off two of them."

Chen Huangpi smiled and raised the pickax.

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