Chapter Seventy: The Nameless Daoist Tome

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Although Fu Yang was itching to complain, there was nothing he could do at this point. With a weary wave of his hand, he conceded, “Fine, fine, let it be. I’ll just be more careful in the future and make sure no one finds out.”

“That’s the spirit. As long as you have this kind of reckless courage, you’ll be just fine. I have high hopes for you~”

“Hopes for your sister!” Fu Yang, annoyed, slipped into the bantering tone he used with his rowdy friends.

But Dong Weike was not pleased when she heard the crude remark. With a flick of her hand, several wisps of black mist instantly wrapped around Fu Yang, dragging him onto the bed and binding him up like a zongzi!

Now that Fu Yang knew Weike wouldn’t actually devour him, his shameless rogue side came out. He rolled back and forth on the bed, shouting, “So what now? Is this Japanese-style bondage? Even if you ‘punish’ me a hundred times over, I won’t be afraid of you!”

Though Dong Weike was a Ghost King, at heart she was still a proud, petulant young beauty—no match for Fu Yang’s scoundrel antics. Her face flushed instantly.

Hands on her hips and gritting her teeth, she retorted, “Oh, you want a hundred rounds, do you? I’ll give you a hundred rounds!”

With another flick of her wrist, several more tendrils of black mist twisted together to form a thick whip, which came cracking down on Fu Yang’s backside…

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The room was soon filled with the sound of sharp slaps.

“Ah, Mistress, I was wrong… Have mercy, my Queen…” Fu Yang shamelessly begged for forgiveness, and Dong Weike burst out laughing.

The two of them horsed around for a while before finally stopping, lying on the bed and panting as if they had truly exhausted themselves in a passionate tussle.

“Tell me, my Queen, since you’ve landed me in this mess, shouldn’t you teach me a more conventional kind of spell? Something that won’t give away that I’m an heir to the Ghost Path?”

Weike’s lips curled into a strange smile. “It’s actually very hard for others to discover a successor of the Ghost Path. That’s because, until you reach the Celestial Master stage, the Ghost Path has no spells of its own!”

“No spells? Then how do you duel or catch ghosts?”

Smack.

Fu Yang received another slap on the head.

“Idiot! You can use the techniques of other schools. That way, as long as you keep your Devouring Hidden, and only use other Daoist arts, no one will know you are a Ghost Path heir. Which school’s techniques do you want to learn? I, your Queen, will teach you.”

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Whoa, that’s so cool!

Fu Yang leapt off the bed in a flash. After thinking for a moment, he exclaimed, “I’ll learn the Maoshan arts! Being a Maoshan priest sounds awesome~”

“Fine, no problem. But remember one thing: once you learn Maoshan techniques, until you’re strong enough to protect yourself, you can only show Maoshan arts in front of others. Understand?”

“I don’t understand…”

Fu Yang blinked his wide eyes, feigning innocence.

“If you don’t understand, you’ll die! Don’t ask why—I’ll tell you once you reach the level of a Three-Talisman Adept.”

Alright, so it’s like a monster-fighting game—only when you hit a certain level do you unlock a new move… or rather, a new secret.

Following Weike’s instructions, Fu Yang obediently closed his eyes.

He soon felt a soft, warm fingertip touch the center of his brow. A strange ripple surged within him, and a ghostly face—part-smile, part-weeping—appeared as a mark on his forehead!

“Very good. You’ve devoured nine of the lowest-level Specter-class fierce ghosts, and completed your first awakening on the Ghost Path. I now give you this Nameless Daoist Tome. Remember, Fu Yang, from today on, you are officially the successor of the Ghost Path! The sole heir. From now on, you must grow stronger, only then can you break your fate, only then… can you save me, and then marry me…”

The last two sentences were spoken so softly that Fu Yang, now entering a mysterious state, didn’t catch them.

In an endless realm of chaos…

Fu Yang found himself floating.

“Where am I? Is this inside my consciousness?”

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the space above, golden light pouring through.

A massive ancient stitched-bound book flew out and hovered before him—larger than he was, like a wall standing before his eyes.

“So this is the Nameless Daoist Tome Weike spoke of? The legacy of the Ghost Path? Is the Maoshan art inside?”

Fu Yang was like a curious child, question marks whirling through his mind…

Suddenly, Weike’s voice sounded in his ear: “Use your Ghost Path power to connect with the tome. You’ll know what to do next.”

Alright!

Fu Yang glanced at his right hand, focused his mind, and reached for the mysterious power that had settled near his heart—the power accumulated from devouring nine fierce ghosts.

A warm current flowed through his meridians into his right arm. He thrust out his palm, and a burst of black mist shot from the beast’s mouth, slamming into the metal-bound tome.

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Rumble… rumble…

It was as though a great door had opened.

The enormous ancient tome flipped open, revealing pages like a table of contents!

Fu Yang stared in awe at the ancient characters, exuding a timeless aura: Talismans, Alchemy, Esoterica.

These were the tome’s three main categories.

“The Maoshan arts you want to learn belong to the Way of Talismans! This Nameless Daoist Tome contains nearly all Daoist techniques, but with your current level—Ghost Path’s first awakening—you can only unlock one for now. Actually, you could choose Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Gezao Mountain, or Laoshan arts instead. You can still change your mind…”

Weike’s tone was patient, like a gentle teacher.

“No, I’m sticking with Maoshan arts.” Fu Yang focused his mind, guiding the beast’s mouth in his palm to shoot black mist at the “Talismans” section.

The massive tome turned its pages swiftly, finally settling on one.

Immediately, he saw the cultivation mantras and detailed diagrams for drawing talismans. The complexity overwhelmed him—just skimming made his head throb painfully.

“Fool! With your current soul strength, you’ll only hurt yourself by biting off more than you can chew. You have to proceed step by step, or you’ll burst your own soul and scatter into oblivion,” Weike’s voice carried a hint of anger.

Fu Yang broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he’d nearly overreached and gotten himself killed.

The path of Daoist cultivation was perilous—he would have to tread carefully from here on.

He focused his attention on the first technique.

“Soul-Suppressing Incantation! This spell is used to subdue fierce ghosts; once the talisman is drawn, all ghosts are immobilized…”

After a few glances, he gathered that it was essentially a binding spell, specifically targeting ghosts. A foundational technique, with detailed instructions and illustrations for drawing talismans.

“All right, Fu Yang. This Nameless Daoist Tome isn’t a physical object—I’ve already placed it within your soul. In future practice, simply quiet your mind and commune with it from within your spirit.”

Weike’s voice sounded again, and then Fu Yang’s vision blurred, his body feeling as if he were soaring through clouds.

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