Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 639 Secret Techniques and Cultivation Methods
The first to react was a strategist who had just entered the Qi Refining Realm.

The man was dozing in the bronze chariot when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, which instantly woke him up and wiped away all his sleepiness.

He subconsciously tried to activate his spiritual energy to suppress and eliminate the cramping pain, but as soon as he did, he felt the urge to fart.

Then, he failed to cover it up...

The strategist, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with fear and panic.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead; four parts were from the pain, and six parts were from fear.

He's a cultivator! And a strategist at that, moving among various families and sects, instigating them to form alliances and conflicts!

If he gets caught, he won't even be able to cover his shit. He'll have soiled himself in public. How will he ever be able to fool anyone again... ugh, what do you mean by forming alliances?

The strategist quickly glanced around and, seeing that no one had noticed his situation, felt slightly relieved. Then, clutching his stomach, he jumped off the bronze carriage as if fleeing and plunged into the roadside weeds.

They were afraid that if they ran too slowly, people around them would not only smell the stench but also see the filth flowing down their trouser legs.

This commotion was quite significant, immediately alerting many people on the bronze chariot.

The owner of the bronze chariot, Tian Sheng, a Mohist cultivator, had a higher cultivation level than most of the cultivators on the chariot, having already reached the Great Perfection of the Zhou Tian realm.

The power of the Sun-Slaying Ghost Bird Curse has not yet taken effect on him.

Therefore, he looked surprised and first exclaimed in astonishment, "Brother Ma, where are you going?" Then he asked the person next to him, "Brother Ma, what's wrong?"

Instead of answering Tian Sheng's question, the people around him all had strange expressions. One hand was pressed against their stomach and the other against their buttocks. Just like Brother Ma, they tumbled and scrambled off the bronze carriage and crawled into the roadside bushes.

At this moment, none of the cultivators dared to easily unleash their power.

They discovered that breathing easily leads to farting.

At times like these, not a single word can be trusted.

Pokeweed also pretended to have a stomachache, jumped off the carriage, and disappeared into the weeds.

He didn't react, but quietly observed the situation of everyone and estimated the power.

The cultivators valued their reputation, especially in such a special time.

They were all quite far apart from each other, and they wouldn't bother to inquire about each other's situations, so naturally no one noticed that Shang Lu was "occupying a position without doing anything."

Tian Sheng, who was on the bronze chariot, also reacted. Although it was not as intense as that of a Qi Refining cultivator, he still felt discomfort in his abdomen and even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Poisoned?!"

Tian Sheng was shocked and hurriedly took out the antidote pills, but the effect was not obvious.

He hurriedly turned his head and shouted to another healer with the cultivation level of the Zhou Tian Realm on the bronze chariot: "Old Gu, quickly take a look at what's going on!"

"Vomiting and diarrhea, this is a sign of being poisoned by dysentery!"

Gu Beihai, as expected of a medical cultivator, immediately deduced the cause of the illness from everyone's reactions.

With a wave of his hands, a medicine pot made of five-colored soil flew out from his sleeves and grew rapidly in the wind, transforming from the size of a date pit to the size of a pot in an instant.

Beneath the medicine jar was engraved a fire-elemental rune, which flared up as Gu Beihai channeled his magic power. The intensity of the flames changed according to Gu Beihai's will.

One by one, the medicinal herbs were tossed into the medicine jar by Gu Beihai.

Without needing to add water, the magic array inside the medicine pot automatically generated rootless water.

Driven by the physician's magical power, the grayish-brown medicinal soup was brewed in the medicine pot in just a few dozen breaths, emitting a strange, sour smell.

"Open your mouth—"

With a shout from Gu Beihai, the brewed medicinal soup immediately flew out, turning into a rain of medicine that sprinkled upon the cultivators.

Gu Beihai opened his mouth and took a deep breath of the medicine rain flying towards him, swallowing the sour and unpleasant medicine soup in one gulp.

Amidst the weeds, the cultivators, vomiting and suffering from diarrhea, quickly opened their mouths to catch the medicinal rain.

Shanglu also took a sip of the medicinal soup.

If you're going to act, you have to go all the way, otherwise you'll easily give yourself away.

Besides, he has the temple of the five internal organs, the image of the spleen god and the image of the liver god, so even if there is poison hidden in this medicine soup, he is not afraid.

Gu Beihai's medical skills are indeed quite impressive.

After everyone drank the medicinal soup he had brewed, their vomiting and diarrhea were greatly relieved, and the abdominal cramps were also significantly reduced.

Only at this moment did the cultivators dare to circulate their energy and, with the help of the medicine, expel the miasma and evil spirits from their bodies.

Pokeweed took all of this in and quickly analyzed it:
"The miasma released by the Sun-Piercing Ghost Bird has the greatest impact on Qi Refining Realm cultivators, and also affects Zhou Tian Realm cultivators, but to a much lesser extent. There are no cultivators here at the Tong Tian Realm or above, so we can't test for them yet. But at the very least, they should experience abdominal pain..."

The evil aura of the Sun-eating Ghost Bird, while currently appearing somewhat weak, is indeed a bit lacking in power.

But since this thing appeared in a novelist's notes, its abilities can be known and talked about by more people through storytelling and novels, and thus be enhanced.

Under Shang Lu's command was a renowned storyteller named Liu Quan.

The stories Liu Quan created were not only loved and talked about by ordinary people, but also regarded as treasures by his peers, who adapted them many times.

Shang Lu immediately turned to look at San Niang. Without him saying a word, San Niang knew what he wanted to say, nodded to show that she understood, and then helped him by giving Liu Quan a new creative instruction, asking Liu Quan to create a corresponding story based on the newly obtained character cards of Wu Nu and Zu Ri Gui Niao.

We must ensure that these two characters are known and talked about by more people.

Whether it's worship or fear, it can be transformed into power, making them stronger!
After doing all this, Shang Lu pretended to be so weak that his legs were wobbling, crawled out of the weeds, and staggered back to the bronze carriage.

At this moment, several people with higher cultivation levels and milder "poisoning," including Tian Sheng and Gu Beihai, were warily observing their surroundings.

Some have even unleashed their powerful magical artifacts, gathering their energy and preparing to unleash a thunderous attack should anything go wrong.

Meanwhile, Tian Sheng, Gu Beihai, and others were still discussing with grave expressions:

"How did everyone suddenly become infected with the miasma of dysentery?"

"Could it be that some remnants of the Chu traitors have come looking for us, seeking revenge for their fallen comrades?!"

"How despicable! To resort to such a vile tactic!"

Seeing the pokeweed emerge from the bushes, the group asked, "Brother Taibai, did you notice anything unusual while you were on duty?"

Shang Lu shook his head, his face full of apology and self-reproach: "I haven't found anything."

Seeing his appearance, Tian Sheng did not blame him, but comforted him: "Brother Taibai, there is no need to blame yourself. I released the mechanical bird to search around, but I did not find any trace of the Chu bandits."

The other cultivators were all taken aback when they heard this.

"What do you mean? Could it be that the miasma and evil aura surrounding us wasn't released by the remnants of the Chu bandits?"

"It's definitely related to the traitor Chu, but it might not be because he was just released."

Gu Beihai pondered for a moment: "Most likely, during last night's battle, we were cursed by that traitor Chu. They wanted to use this trick to make everyone vomit and have diarrhea, to the point of dying from it!"

Everyone's expressions turned solemn, and they all felt that Gu Beihai's words were not impossible.

Dysentery deaths are not uncommon in this world.

Not to mention that this is the cursed dysentery of Chu Zei, its power is even more extraordinary, and even cultivators would find it difficult to resist if they were hit!
The experience I just had already demonstrated all of this.

If it weren't for Gu Beihai, a physician skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, those with lower cultivation levels would probably have been exhausted and weakened.

Tian Sheng agreed, saying, "Brother Gu is right. If this miasma truly represents the remnants of the Chu bandits releasing their comrades to avenge them, they shouldn't have missed the perfect opportunity just now..."

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

If an enemy launches a sneak attack when the miasma first begins to rise, it's hard to say what will happen...

Even if the cultivators were highly capable, it would be extremely difficult to make them vomit and defecate while simultaneously fighting the enemy.

It might turn into a massacre, a disaster!
In their lingering fear, everyone began to curse the Chu spies.

At the same time, they were also relieved that there was a medical cultivator like Gu Beihai in the team; otherwise, even if there had been no enemy sneak attack, the fate of many low-level cultivators would not have been much better.

Everyone chimed in, not only attributing the recent events to the Chu secret service, but also providing a clear and logical analysis.

If it weren't for the fact that Shang Lu had secretly released the miasma earlier, he probably would have been convinced by everyone's analysis...

But this also made Shang Lu secretly relieved, as he no longer needed to say any of the excuses he had prepared.

After everyone had rested properly, they continued on their journey.

This time, Tian Sheng and his team made adjustments, replacing them with a new group of people in charge of guard duty. Many cultivators at the Qi Refining stage are still in a state of exhaustion and weakness, and if they are attacked by demons or thieves, the situation will be very bad. Therefore, it is necessary to take full precautions.

Seeing this, Shang Lu stopped testing the other captured talismans and instead began studying the captured cultivation techniques.

Last night, the three cultivators from the Confucian, Legalist, and Novelist schools who ambushed Shang Lu were not only killed by Shang Lu and San Niang, but their souls were also collected into the bamboo banner.

After a night of refining, not only were information about the Discipline Black Witch and other matters extracted from these three souls, but the cultivation techniques and secret arts practiced by these three individuals were also revealed.

Although many of these techniques are either too low-grade for Shang Lu or too troublesome to learn, requiring him to first cultivate prerequisite techniques to build a foundation, there are three that he can currently learn and use.

One is the Legalist school's secret techniques of criminal law.

To learn this secret art, besides cultivation level, one must also be proficient in the law.

Shang Lu had previously served as a county magistrate and later as a bandit clerk. He was very knowledgeable about the law, if not an expert.

Furthermore, the practice of military shamanism also includes military law and other related content, sharing many similarities with the legalist school's secret arts of punishment.

Therefore, Shang Lu could barely learn and use this secret technique. In terms of power, it might not be as powerful as that of orthodox Legalist cultivators, but it could still be of great use in many situations.

Another is the Confucian concept of "speaking the truth," also known as the art of truth speech.

Confucian practitioners can achieve the effect of "expressing their will through words and expressing their thoughts through writing" through this secret technique.

One can use famous sayings and even poems from Confucianism to materialize literary spirit, thereby enhancing oneself and harming the enemy.

It has a sense of "words becoming law".

Compared to the secret techniques of Legalism and Confucianism, the skills "seized" from novelists are not so amazing.

At least at first glance, I didn't really like pokeweed.

(There will be another chapter later)
(End of this chapter)