Chapter 50 Maoshan Taoist Magic

Leon’s skill at picking up women was even more formidable than Lin Bei had imagined.

He only saw Leon whisper a few words into Ah Qun’s ear, and the woman’s eyes lit up as she left.

As she departed, she did not forget to take along that pot of lilies named Lily.

Watching the potted lily that knew how to shake its head and waggle its body, Lin Bei couldn’t help asking Uncle Feng, “Is that pot of lilies really spirit-possessed?”

Uncle Feng shook his head and said, “In this day and age, humans, who are the spirits of all living things, still find it hard to cultivate, let alone plants and animals. That’s just an abnormal phenomenon caused by Leon’s powerful mental energy; in reality, it’s just an ordinary pot of lilies.”

Lin Bei was speechless. Come to think of it, since even common items like chocolate beans and plastic wrap could turn into ghost-catching weapons in Leon’s hands, modifying a lily further didn’t seem like much of a problem.

Seeing his contemplative look, Uncle Feng reminded him, “Take what he says about those things with a grain of salt, and never actually believe it. Hitting ghosts with chocolate and catching ghosts with plastic wrap—they might have a certain effect when you are close to him, but it’s negligible. If you try those methods once you leave him, it’s no different from courting death.”

Lin Bei nodded. Even without Uncle Feng spelling it out, he knew this logic.

Anything associated with Leon defied common sense. The most obvious example was how he could fold a few paper hats and make people fly along with him.

Meanwhile, legitimate cultivators like Uncle Feng couldn’t even leap over a slightly high wall, let alone fly. Sometimes, the gap between human and human was greater than that between humans and dogs.

The haunting incident in this building had come to an end; staying any longer was pointless.

After giving a few instructions to Captain Lu and the others, Lin Bei left.

Before getting into the car, Lin Bei called Selena, telling her to urge her subordinates to accelerate the acquisition of this property.

With a haunting just having occurred, the price of this place was bound to drop, making it the prime time to buy.

Passing by a building next door, Lin Bei glanced at it. Seeing the words "Twilight Mansion" written on it, a thought stirred in his heart, and he decided to have his men include this building in the scope of their acquisitions later.

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“My Maoshan Sect takes the *Classic of the Yellow Court* as its foundation, which is divided into the Inner Landscape Scripture and the Outer Landscape Scripture, later giving rise to the *Supreme Purity Great Cavern True Scripture*. According to past conventions, the *Classic of the Yellow Court* is only taught once one has attained a certain level of mastery in the *Supreme Purity Great Cavern True Scripture*.

Therefore, if you wish to enter my lineage and learn Maoshan Daoist magic, you must start from the *Supreme Purity Great Cavern True Scripture*.

As I told you before, my Maoshan lineage is divided into five realms: the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment, Refining Essence into Qi, Refining Qi into Spirit, Refining Spirit into Emptiness, and Refining Emptiness to Unite with the Dao.

However, most people cannot even cross the threshold of the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment, which is why Maoshan disciples are becoming increasingly scarce.

You are already older, and you have lost your primordial yang, so the difficulty of entering the sect is much higher for you than for ordinary people. Therefore, you must mentally prepare yourself.”

Hearing Uncle Feng’s words, Lin Bei nodded.

He didn’t care at all whether he could successfully enter the sect; as long as he could record the cultivation methods and impart them to his alternate-world selves, that was enough.

Once they mastered them, Lin Bei could share that power.

After Uncle Feng finished explaining the cultivation methods of the *Supreme Purity Great Cavern True Scripture*, Lin Bei tentatively asked, “Uncle Feng, I heard that the Maoshan Sect has a technique called the *Lightning Branch Thunder Fist*, which, when paired with another technique called the *Wooden Stake Great Art*, is considered invincible in the cultivation world. Is that true?”

Uncle Feng cast a sideways glance at Lin Bei, wondering where he had heard of these two techniques, and nodded. “Those two techniques do indeed exist. Want to learn them?”

Lin Bei nodded vigorously. In *Vampire Expert*, the Thunder Master Shi Jian could summon a bolt of lightning with every punch, beating Uncle Nine to the point of having no room to counterattack, and it wasn’t until they used a ritual artifact to bounce his attacks back that they managed to deal with Shi Jian.

If he could get his hands on this technique, Lin Bei felt he could go toe-to-toe with Yamamoto Ichiro in a single combat; even without Yamamoto turning into a monster vampire, he might just be able to suppress and beat him.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Feng rolled his eyes and said, “You want to learn? I want to learn too! The *Lightning Branch Thunder Fist* is the heritage of the Maoshan Sect Master’s lineage, and secret manuals were indeed passed down, but the *Wooden Stake Great Art* was lost seventy years ago due to certain reasons.”

Hearing this, Lin Bei felt somewhat regretful. The performance of the Wooden Stake Great Art in the movies wasn’t as flashy as the Lightning Branch Thunder Fist, but the feeling of summoning wooden stakes to smash people still sounded pretty good.

“What about the Lightning Branch Thunder Fist then? Can I learn that?”

Uncle Feng nodded. Seeing a smile already blooming on Lin Bei’s face, he said indifferently, “But I don’t know how to do it.”

“……”

The corners of Lin Bei’s mouth twitched as he said, “Then I suppose I’ll start by learning something you actually know.”

Uncle Feng nodded. “Teaching you is fine, but you must be mentally prepared. Even with diligent and bitter practice, you might not necessarily make any breakthroughs.”

Lin Bei smiled and said, “I’m fine with that!”

Since Lin Bei didn’t mind, Uncle Feng naturally wouldn’t be stingy about imparting his own skills.

Not long after the two of them first met, Lin Bei had already shared the cultivation method of the breathing technique with him.

After a period of study, Uncle Feng had already crossed the threshold. Though his progress couldn’t compare to Lin Bei’s, it was enough for him.

Given the lack of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, many of the techniques left by their predecessors could no longer be practiced.

Compared to the top-tier techniques of the Maoshan Sect, the breathing technique was naturally far inferior, but its advantage lay in the fact that it could actually be practiced.

It was like having the *Nine Suns Manual* placed right in front of you; if you couldn’t practice it, it was worth less than ordinary basic internal strength.

Moreover, after practicing the breathing technique, Uncle Feng’s body had indeed improved significantly. Previously, without using Daoist magic, he could at most fight five or six people at once, but now, he could take on ten!

This was one of the reasons why he was willing to impart the Maoshan Sect’s cultivation techniques to Lin Bei.

After spending a few days, Lin Bei finally managed to memorize everything Uncle Feng had taught him.

Aside from foundational methods like the *Supreme Purity Great Cavern True Scripture*, there were also spells, talismans, hand seals, footwork, and formation arrays.

It was only because Lin Bei didn’t demand mastery of them on the spot, focusing solely on memorizing the cultivation methods and incantations in one go, that his progress was so rapid.

Seeing this, Uncle Feng assumed that Lin Bei had given up on practicing Maoshan techniques and didn't react too strongly.

When the effort and the reward were disproportionate, it was indeed hard to pour one's heart into it.

Just as Lin Bei and Uncle Feng were considering whether to invite Uncle Kau over to learn the techniques of the Heavenly Dao Sect from him, a phone call came in.

“Boss, something’s happened!”

The person calling Lin Bei was Peter Chan. He and Fong Chin-pok, that erratic genius, were responsible for managing the investment company under Lin Bei’s name, and they had helped launder and turn over a massive amount of money over the years.

As a reward, Lin Bei had helped them stuff a certain family of five surnamed Ting into concrete drums and dumped them into the ocean.

“What happened?”

“One of our employees was attacked on their way home. Not only was all the blood drained from their body, but terrifying claw marks were left behind as well. The police are investigating it right now.”