Research-Style Cultivation, Starting by Refusing to Be a Furnace – Chapter 52

Ch 52: The Flag Doesn’t Listen

Wei Xing had already seen that the beggar opposite him was only at the Early Stage of Dao Breath. However, looking at the small flag falling in mid-air and the surrounding shadows, he felt a burst of fear in his heart, and he was not confident that he could really leave the other party behind if they fought.

The beggar, seeing that no one was stopping him, disappeared without a trace.

Looking at Qi Jiu’s head in front of him, Wei Xing shook his head and said helplessly, “Thinking that you have embarked on the path of immortality and are superior to others, but you don’t know that if you are not careful, you will die and your Dao will dissipate.”

Wei Xing remembered the month he spent eating and drinking at the Qin Manor, and it was that month that allowed him to recover from his weakness. He felt somewhat grateful to the Qin Manor of Qingping County.

“Qi Jiu, Qin Manor, I remember now, your name is Qin Yong. A genius in the past, but now a pile of bones. Fine, for the sake of your family’s kindness in providing me with food back then, I will collect your bones today and end this karma,” Wei Xing said to Qi Jiu.

Outside the suburbs of Liuyun City, a tombstone was erected, with the inscription “Qin Yong, son of the Qin family of Qingping County.”

“I won’t write that your name is Qi Jiu. If you’re still called Qi Jiu after death, then you really don’t even have a name. I’ll let your family come and find you later,” Wei Xing said to the grave.

After taking Qi Jiu’s storage bag, Wei Xing was unwilling to stay any longer and headed towards Qingyuan Prefecture.

However, on the way, Wei Xing felt more and more uneasy. He felt a chill around him, and this familiar feeling came again.

Wei Xing quickly took out a Pure Yang Talisman and stuck it on his body. He also took out a Spirit Eye Talisman and stuck it on his eyes. Then, he raised his gun and shot directly into the distance, firing bullets surrounded by lightning.

“Bang”

“Bang”

……

After several bullets were fired, a figure appeared on the roadside ahead, where there was nothing before. It was the beggar.

He roared with laughter, “That’s the stuff! Feels amazing to get that itch scratched! But this little tickle of lightning is hardly doing anything.”

Seeing him return, Wei Xing frowned and shouted, “Petty thief, you dare to come back? Aren’t you afraid that my Secluded Dao Sect will destroy you?”

However, after hearing this, the beggar laughed loudly, “I said, kid, I was almost fooled by you. Since you are from the Secluded Dao Sect, how could a Secluded Daoist dig graves and erect tombstones for these Worldly Daoists, and even know their names? You are in cahoots! Fortunately, I was careful.”

“You little Taoist from Qingyun Temple, you dare to threaten me, you deserve to die! If you go back and call some people, wouldn’t that ruin the good things for me and my Master?” The beggar was exasperated, and the feeling of being deceived made him irritable.

As soon as Wei Xing heard this, he knew that he was being followed. Obviously, his erecting a tombstone for Qin Yong had been discovered, and he felt a burst of irritability in his heart, “Alas, these are really troubled times. If you are not careful, you will be fighting to the death.”

Seeing that Wei Xing did not reply, the beggar questioned loudly, “Did you kill my Hong’er? Your two companions couldn’t even escape my Soul Summoning Flag, which shows that they didn’t have the means to kill my Hong’er. So how did you kill him?”

Obviously, the beggar was very cautious. He found a position not too far and not too close, and did not attack, staring at Wei Xing. He understood that his Hong’er was killed, indicating that the other party might have a method to restrain ghosts. If that was the case, he could turn around and run away.

Wei Xing did not reply. He knew that he must not panic at this moment, and said calmly, “It’s dead, so it’s dead. It’s just a red-haired ghost.”

The beggar was obviously provoked, “Shut up, that’s my Hong’er!”

Then, the beggar took out a small flag and threw it into the air. A cloud of black shadows floated out and headed towards Wei Xing. Obviously, this was a test.

Wei Xing covered himself with Pure Yang Talismans, and then took out the bullets he had refined with the Spirit Sealing Array from his storage bag, three Glock pistols, and fired wildly at the small flag.

Seeing this small flag, Wei Xing knew that it might be a Magical Artifact or something. The bullets he refined were specifically aimed at the enemy’s Magical Artifacts.

“Da da da”

“Da da da”

“Da da da”

Wei Xing had already used the Flying Sword Technique on the pistol. The muzzles of the three pistols were adjusted to aim at the black small flag in mid-air, and flames spewed out.

Since the bullets were surrounded by lightning, these black shadows did not dare to touch them. The bullets passed through, and they all dodged, which caused the small flag behind to be exposed, and bullets hit the small flag.

At first, the beggar was worried about his flag, but seeing that the power of this hidden weapon was just average, hitting the flag only made the flag flutter a little, and there was no major problem.

The beggar did not stop him, but ridiculed, “You dare to show off with mortal hidden weapons. As expected, Master is right, you cultivation disciples are just empty names.”

Wei Xing ignored him and continued to sweep wildly with his pistol, scattering the cloud of ghosts everywhere. He stopped when he saw that it was almost done.

The beggar ignored the scattered black shadows and looked at Wei Xing’s attire, asking in confusion, “The things you stuck on your body are Pure Yang Talismans? But the appearance is a Pure Yang Talisman, how can the Pure Yang Power be so weak?”

Seeing that Wei Xing had stuck what seemed to be Pure Yang Talismans on his body, but the Pure Yang Power faintly contained in this talisman was very small, the beggar was not afraid, but boldly walked back and forth a few steps.

Seeing that he still had the mind to gossip about himself, Wei Xing retorted, “Mind your own business!” As he said that, he pointed the muzzle of his gun at the beggar.

The beggar thought for a while and came up with an answer that he thought was perfect, “Oh, I see, I heard from Master that you cultivation disciples do not maintain your Original Yang Body, no wonder the color of this Pure Yang Talisman looks yellow, not golden, and the power feels too small.”

The beggar had a feeling of sudden realization, and his confidence in his heart was even stronger. He walked towards Wei Xing.

Seeing him acting like this, Wei Xing instantly fired dozens of bullets from the muzzle of his gun, but when the bullets passed through the beggar’s body, although they created wounds, they healed quickly, obviously unable to stop his progress.

Seeing this, Wei Xing knew that the pistol was useless against him, so he switched to Pure Yang Talismans from his storage bag and threw a few out.

The beggar stretched out his palm and pushed forward. The talismans that had been moving forward stopped in front of the beggar.

He stretched out two fingers, clamped one, and placed it in front of him to check. He seemed to smell something, and carefully sniffed the talisman with his nose close to it.

“Hey! So stinky!” The beggar quickly threw the talisman in his hand away, looking at the opposite side with a disgusted expression. He had already guessed what this was.

Looking at these talismans, the beggar was not afraid, but laughed loudly, “You actually used virgin urine! People will laugh their heads off if you say it, hahaha.”

“That’s right, virgin urine does restrain wandering souls, but unfortunately I am a Ghost Cultivator, and this thing of yours has such little power, it’s useless to me at all.” The beggar was no longer pretending at this moment. Now he had figured out the other party’s background.

The beggar’s face was ferocious, like an evil ghost, “Since that’s the case, I won’t play with you anymore. You can die, so as not to hinder my important affairs.”

Seeing that the talismans were not afraid of him, Wei Xing had no idea in his heart. The pistol was not afraid of him at all, and the talismans were not afraid either. For a moment, he panicked and frantically took out the Pure Yang Talismans from his storage bag and threw them out, took them out and threw them out.

The beggar looked at Wei Xing with a smile, seeing the fear of his opponent, which obviously made him even happier, especially these stinky Taoists. He had been chased by the Secluded Dao for so long, and it was time for him to vent his anger.

“Flag, come!”

No response.

“Flag, come!”

The beggar shouted again, stretching out his hand, waiting for the small flag to return.

Still no response.

When the beggar looked at the small flag, he realized that the surrounding black shadows were gone at some point. The black flag was floating quietly in the air, without any response.

The beggar panicked and quickly cast a spell to summon the small flag, only to find that the flag had lost contact with him!

After a long time, the beggar reacted and exclaimed, “It’s you! What kind of demonic art did you use!”