Chapter 514: Chapter 254: Mirror of Clarity
Zhou Xuan pointed at Peng Hou. Three hundred years had passed, and now the drums of war heralded their second battle.
“Peng Hou, if today we are wagering on skill, then your life is forfeit.”
Peng Sheng raised his right hand, forming a sword-like gesture, pointing directly at Peng Hou.
“Three hundred years ago, at Peng Town, you joined forces with the Ancestor Tree and the Tree Clan to fight , yet gained little. And today, seeing there are these wandering spirits here, you hope to use your words to claim an advantage?”
Peng Hou sneered, his disdain for Peng Sheng deeply rooted, for Peng Sheng was once the Tattoo Ancestor. Now facing him again, Peng Hou held a psychological edge.
“With the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree and Brother Zhou by my side, killing you is as easy as turning my hand. Why would I need wandering spirits to bolster my ranks?”
Peng Sheng’s earlier words were not re boasting.
Currently, Peng Hou possessed eight incense burnings, and Peng Sheng had the sa—equal levels of incense fire.
The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree had its unique power—”blessing.”
With the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree’s aid, Peng Sheng could offset Peng Hou’s advantage in the “Heavenly Ghost Tattoo Map” and the Dream Law.
On paper, Peng Sheng now matched Peng Hou in strength.
But it was rely a match.
What gave Peng Sheng the confidence to make such bold claims, declaring he could kill Peng Hou effortlessly, was Zhou Xuan’s physical body.
At this mont, Taohua Witch Peng Sheng existed in spirit form. To fight, he needed Zhou Xuan’s body, along with Zhou Xuan’s tattoo maps.
Zhou Xuan had already fully burned two incense fires, granting him the qualification to master all twenty-four divine images.
Because of this, Peng Sheng, despite possessing only eight incense burnings, could release all the divine images.
“Three hundred years ago at Peng Town, I had not yet mastered three of the divine images. But today, thanks to Brother Zhou, I possess all twenty-four without missing a single one.”
Within the Tattoo Tree Clan, every incense burning gained one access to three divine images under the guidance of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree.
If the incense fire had not been achieved, even if the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree intended to impart knowledge, the new divine images would remain incomprehensible to tattoo disciples, appearing rely as blobs of ink without discernible forms.
Now, Zhou Xuan had the qualification to see the divine images. What he saw, Peng Sheng saw.
Their two souls shared one body. Zhou Xuan’s eyes were Peng Sheng’s eyes.
“Tree, pass the final six divine images.”
Zhou Xuan called out to the Ancestor Tree.
The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree, standing five or six ters tall, extended its branches adorned with vibrant peach blossoms and wrapped them around Zhou Xuan’s body.
Simultaneously, Peng Sheng’s spirit entered Zhou Xuan’s body.
The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree glittered warmly with its pinkish glow, as six tattoo maps swiftly ford within Zhou Xuan’s Divine Revelation Secret Realm.
The first three tattoos erged: a blue monk’s robe, a shadowy paperman, and sixteen blades of varying lengths.
Peng Sheng explained to Zhou Xuan, “These are divine images of the eighth incense burning, collectively called the Divine Striking Map. They represent the Great Buddha ‘Green Robed Buddha,’ the Alien Ghost ‘Nanming Li Fire,’ and the God ‘Sixteen Xuan.'”
At this point,
Peng Sheng controlled Zhou Xuan’s body and summoned a bone tooth from his sleeve, which quietly landed in his palm.
He gently stroked the surface of the bone tooth and felt a warm, soothing aura.
“Where did you obtain this bone tooth?” Peng Sheng questioned Zhou Xuan.
“A friend, in gratitude for my investigation of her daughter’s death, pulled out her own tusk and gifted it to .”
The bone tooth ca from Lin Xia of the Liao Ghost Hall.
Peng Sheng nodded and said, “Born of fate, arising from emotion—this kind of bone tooth is far superior to the spirit bones painstakingly obtained with exorbitant prices by other tattoo masters.
This bone tooth has extrely high potential.”
With a casual wave of his hand, the bone tooth began circling him, resembling an obedient fish.
Then, pointing at Peng Hou, he declared, “This Heavenly Do-level tattooed alien ghost once nurtured a bone needle. Unfortunately, its potential was limited and couldn’t withstand his Heavenly Ghost Map—it shattered on its own.
Now, he can only use heavenly light as a bone needle. This may suffice to overpower those below his incense fire level, but in battles against peers, the absence of a bone tooth becos his fatal weakness.”
“Enough nonsense—let’s fight!”
Peng Hou, stung by the mories of his painful past, was furious. Raising both hands, countless rays of heavenly light coalesced into bone needles, rapidly forming a towering evil ghost that darkened the skies above Miyang Wooden Pier.
This evil ghost was an advanced tattoo map Peng Hou had comprehended beyond the twenty-four divine images.
It was also his trump card for slaughtering the tattooed Old Gods—Heavenly Ghost Map.
Back in Peng Town, this tattoo map had suppressed the Tree Clan.
“Brother Peng, the Heavenly Ghost Map has appeared—we must prepare for battle,” Zhou Xuan said, harboring so lingering fear of this map.
Its aura was overwhelmingly ferocious.
Although Lord Jian didn’t understand tattoos, he understood aura. With a wave of his hand towards the painter,
The painter grasped his intent and turned to instruct the six-incense-burning individuals—Li Chengfeng, Gu Ling, and Xia Jin—to retreat further, avoiding potential harm from the Heavenly Ghost Map.
Peng Sheng, however, was utterly relaxed, carrying the deanor of a seasoned elder as though he were teaching the clan mbers the secrets of tattoo incense fire.
He said to Zhou Xuan, “The divine images of the eighth incense burning summon gods to descend—there’s nothing fancy about it. It’s purely about powerful offense and impenetrable defense.”
As he spoke, he maneuvered the bone needle to carve through the air, embedding the tattoos representing Sixteen Xuan—sixteen blades of varying lengths.
“Sixteen Xuan’s hall is called ‘Wuwen Mountain,’ known for its expertise in blade techniques. Every disciple of this hall commands great prowess in wielding blades.”
“Speaking of blade wielders, how do they compare to forensic doctors?”
Zhou Xuan suddenly recalled his fifth senior brother, now regarded in Mingjiang Prefecture as the finest blade wielder.
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