Yinshan Record

Chapter 204 Nine Springs in Taishan
The judge in crimson robes, like a commanding general, merged the magical power of the other nine evil spirits into a single, dark blue halo. The crimson magic sword, having missed its target, immediately vanished, disappearing into the thick fog.

Su Che turned to the last page of the "Nine Netherworld Records" in his hand, which read "Records of Mount Tai".

Under the command of Lord Taishan?

The Yin-Yang Dharma King actually possessed such a ferocious ghost. Su Che recalled his previous encounter with the subordinates of Sikong Tu, one of the Six Ghost Generals, in the Yin-Yang Realm.

The combined strength of all the ghost soldiers from the Yin-Yang realms who personally fought them was no match for the combined power of these few fierce ghosts before them.

As a powerful figure who emerged from the ancient times, the Yin-Yang Dharma King's foundation is truly astonishing.

"What a powerful Yin formation! Who are you from? State your name immediately."

The sword light was sharp and fierce, and the Taoist priest guarding in the thick fog transmitted his voice like thunderclaps.

Su Che felt a strange resonance between the magical power he had cultivated using the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual and this judge in red robes.

This Nine Netherworld Record seemed to originate from the same source as the Nine Bends of Yin Spring obtained from Yu Lizi. Under the influence of their shared consciousness, the vermilion-robed judge faintly transmitted a mysterious divine power.

The long river winds nine times, and the Yellow Springs flow endlessly.

This is a formation.

Su Che suddenly realized that the information from the judge in red robes was clearly the same formation he used to control numerous fierce ghosts and resist the attack of the magic sword.

Could there be some unknown connection between the Nine Nether Records and the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual?

As Su Che was thinking about this, the surrounding heat suddenly increased.

"Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work, Yin and Yang are charcoal, and all things are copper."

A mighty fire boiled within the mist. Flames rose, and the surroundings were instantly enveloped in flames.

That's incredibly powerful Pure Yang True Fire.

Su Che secretly thought to himself that something was wrong. The Jade Scenery Daoist in the mist was indeed extraordinary in his cultivation, having actually cultivated such powerful Yang Fire, which was just right to suppress all Yin things.

"Since you're here, make the best of it. If you don't want to leave, then stay."

The fire raged fiercely, engulfing everything from all sides, and even the magic array held by the judge in red robes was unable to block out the layers of true fire for a time.

Su Che relaxed his mind and channeled his magical power into the judge in red robes, following that slight connection.

Act without relying on your own abilities, nurture without using them.

Su Che completely disregarded how the judge in red robes used his magic power, and just as the bright moon shone in the sky, he gradually transmitted his magic power through the resonance between the two.

Under the control of this magical power, the azure halo rotated layer by layer, gradually emitting the sound of crashing waves. The judge in crimson robes exerted all his strength to preside over the operation, which actually transformed into a turbid wave, isolating the fierce yang fire from the outside.

Amidst the turbid waves, countless ghostly figures could be faintly seen, constantly wailing within them.

From the highest heavens to the deepest hells, is this the water of the Yellow Springs?

Su Che looked at the deep, turbid waves around him, and found that their nature was quite similar to the legendary Yellow Springs.

"Fahua Yinquan. You are from the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beiman!"

With a roar, the Jade Scene Taoist unleashed a thunderous sound, followed by a flash of white light that carried a heavy killing intent.

"Hurry up and go."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King suddenly appeared beside Su Che, holding a plain brocade swaddle in his arms, inside which lay a sleeping infant. A jade pendant flew out from the old ghost's sleeve, and he exhaled a breath of pure air.

"East is east, west is west, coming but not going, going but not coming."

The jade pendant emitted a burst of light, and Su Che felt a pull on his body, involuntarily sinking into the jade pendant.

I could still hear that person shout.

"How brave!"

With a loud bang, Su Che and the Yin-Yang Dharma King were nowhere to be seen in the mist.
It comes like thunder, its fury subsiding; it goes like the calming waves of a vast ocean.

A moment later, the surging pure yang fire and the swift sword light all subsided, leaving only the layer of mist unchanged.

A handsome Taoist priest appeared, wearing a plain white Taoist robe, a golden crown, and four swords of different colors: white, red, black, and blue, hanging behind him.

He reached out with his left hand and made a grasping motion in the air, then brought it to his nose and sniffed it.

"The Dragon Clan of the East Sea?"

He frowned. The newcomer was using ghost magic. In the Central Plains, the only ghost sects that could be called ghost sects were the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beimang and the Yin-Yang Realm of Cizhou.

However, now that the Yin-Yang realm has collapsed, that person must be from the Beiman lineage.

But what's with this strong smell of worms?

"senior."

Sounds came from the other side of the tunnel, and a group of imperial guards emerged from the underground passage, carrying crossbows and swords.

"Someone has broken into the entrance of Kongyou Temple..."

"Someone has already been here."

The Taoist priest glanced at the imperial guards before him.

The elite imperial guards of the Great Liang Dynasty, known for their superior numbers, had few that caught his eye. These once-mighty troops, who had fought alongside Emperor Taizu to conquer the empire, had long since degenerated into something unbearable in this decadent environment. However, the Taoist priest of Yujingdao knew he wasn't Su Gui and didn't need to concern himself with such trivial matters.

"left already."

He muttered something in an annoyed tone.

"This……"

"I will report these matters to His Majesty. You all go up quickly. I still need to check if anything is missing."

Master Yujing snorted coldly: "That person didn't come alone..."

"They left?"

"A stealth technique that can evade my senses, a treasure that can teleport through the void—if someone like that were to commit thievery, perhaps my master could have stopped him, but I don't have that ability."

The Taoist priest felt utterly disgusted looking at the group of imperial guards who were still staring in disbelief.

"Go up there quickly and report the news."

He said coldly, "Anyone who lingers here, don't blame my sword for being merciless."

The imperial guards had witnessed his true nature as a killing god, so they dared not linger. After bowing, they quickly went upstairs.

Seeing their spineless appearance only made Yu Jing Daoist angrier. No wonder the Southern Dynasty emperor wanted to train another force.

They are really unreliable.

As a member of the unreliable Imperial Guards, Su Che felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"Awaken, awaken."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King held the swaddled baby and whispered cautiously.

Su Che opened his eyes and found himself in a wide expanse of water, surrounded by reeds. The judge in red robes was leading a group of evil spirits, guarding the area.

“Senior.” Su Che looked at the tiny swaddling clothes.

"This is the reincarnation of most of my primordial spirit." The Yin-Yang Dharma King looked at the group of evil spirits around him.

"Huang Tiandao has already taught you all the techniques, how can you use the Taishan Nine Springs Formation?"

So that formation was called the Taishan Nine Springs Formation?

"The method I practiced is called the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual, and it was taught by Master Yu Lizi of the Yellow Heaven Path..."

"That Meng Zhang guy, he's quite the collector..."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King raised his head, looked Su Che up and down, and then said something.

Where are my things?

Su Che reluctantly took the Nine Nether Records out of his sleeve.

"senior……"

"It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that this thing is too precious. I'll give you something else later. I've always been a person who wins people over with kindness."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King grabbed the Nine Netherworld Records and shook it in the air. The vermilion-robed judge, along with a kind of evil spirit, transformed into streaks of black light and returned to the pages of the book.

"When I was fighting the enemy before, I accidentally lost one of them..."

"A pot?"

Clearly, all the ghosts in the Nine Netherworld Records are the Yin-Yang Dharma King's favorites, and he can name them all.

"Hey, didn't you say you were thrifty and good at managing the household?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King said with considerable pain, "I don't know how many days it will take to restore it. In my current state, you really know how to give me trouble..."

"senior."

"What's wrong now..."

Since learning that Su Che was practicing the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual, the Yin Yang Dharma King's opinion of him has changed drastically. He now considers the young man one of his own, but finds him increasingly annoying.

"You seem to be experiencing that..."

"What do you mean, what happened?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King said irritably, then suddenly lowered his head, noticing that the plain brocade swaddle in his hands had become wet.

"My young master, I have urgent business to attend to, so let's take our leave now."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King raised the swaddling clothes in his hands, then rode away in a beam of light, disappearing without a trace.

They left so decisively. Where am I now?

As Su Che was thinking, Zhong Yuan's voice rang in his ears.

"Let us return..."

(End of this chapter)