My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 133: The Prison -Taming Immortal Scripture, Young Man!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He Zhao, after a moment of surprise, quickly grasped the implication of Lu Xuan’s words. He was being asked to join the Longevity Sovereign’s lineage and become an undercover agent within the Immortal Tomb space.

He took a deep breath and said, “Senior saved my life… I am willing to be at your service.”

“There’s no need to be so formal,” Lu Xuan spoke in a relaxed tone. “So, you’re willing to join?”

“Yes, Senior,” He Zhao responded.

“Good, from now on, I’ll be your point of contact for anything that happens. You and I will communicate directly,” Lu Xuan decided unilaterally, assigning an extra task to Nangong Xuan.

“Understood, Senior,” He Zhao said solemnly.

“Alright, focus your mind. I’m going to transmit the technique to you, ” Lu Xuan said.

The wooden puppet rose and positioned itself in front of He Zhao’s forehead. Once ready, Lu Xuan pointed a finger.

“Boom—I’

He Zhao’s body shook as a scroll of immortal scriptures unfolded within his soul sea. The scripture, written in red on black paper, emanated a terrifying aura, as if blood flowed through its lines and wails of countless spirits echoed in the background, plunging He Zhao into a figurative hell.

Amidst this overwhelming fear, He Zhao saw the ancient book’s title — “The

Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture!”

“This scripture was a serendipitous discovery of mine. It can refine Evil Spirits and other ghostly entities, transforming them into your own strength. It’s perfectly suited for you,” Lu Xuan’s voice rang out.

“Thank you for imparting this technique, Senior!” He Zhao began to bow, but Lu Xuan stopped him.

“It’s just a book I gave you. I haven’t taught you anything, so I’m not your master. There’s no need for formalities.

“…Yes, Senior,” He Zhao replied, biting his lip.

Even as a beginner in cultivation, He Zhao felt the power of the scripture at first sight. Lu Xuan’s remark about refining Evil Spirits and turning them into nourishment made him realize how precious this technique was for him.

“Now that your soul sea is formed, you can start practicing this scripture,” Lu Xuan instructed.

He Zhao sat cross-legged, immersing his consciousness into his soul sea. After half an incense stick’s time, a mysterious aura burst forth from him.

He Zhao opened his eyes, which now sparkled with a newfound sharpness. His demeanor had changed significantly.

He had entered the Conviction Stage, becoming an official cultivator.

He Zhao stood up to pay his respects to Lu Xuan, who waved him off, “You have decent talent, and today’s breakthrough was just a natural progression… Now, make good use of this ruined city to prepare for your cultivation.”

He Zhao paused, then realized that Lu Xuan wanted him to use his new technique to combat the Evil Spirits in the city.

“Can I really do it?” He Zhao asked, thinking of the ferocity of the Evil Spirits.

“The Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture is an unparalleled technique I obtained from the depths of the Endless Sea. It’s one of the supreme methods…”

Lu Xuan explained, “If you can cultivate it to its highest level, you can open the gates of hell and establish a realm of spirits right here, subduing all kinds of malevolent spirits and demons. Though you’ve just started, it’s sufficient to handle Evil Spirits.”

He Zhao, not fully grasping the depth of Lu Xuan’s description, trusted the senior unconditionally. Under Lu Xuan’s guidance, he approached a nearby building.

It was a three-story stone structure, weathered and eroded. He Zhao took a deep breath and entered.

The building was dark, and He Zhao felt his way along the wall, silently climbing the stairs. The steps were so thick with dust that they muffled his footsteps.

Lu Xuan had given him a Dream Lantern, which He Zhao held but didn’t light. He continued to ascend the staircase, the silence only broken by his own breathing and heartbeat.

He Zhao started counting the steps as he climbed higher. However, he stopped abruptly, realizing something was amiss. He remembered the building’s height from outside; it shouldn’t have this many stairs.

A chill crept up his neck as if something was right behind him. He Zhao took a deep breath, clenched the Dream Lantern, and spun around, illuminating the area. There was nothing there.

He realized he was now in a room, covered in dust and decorated like a bridal chamber. Beside him was a dressing table with a dusty bronze mirror. He swiped his hand over the mirror, revealing his face and a pale, lifeless face perched on his shoulder!

He Zhao swung at it. With a bang, the face exploded into green smoke. The room changed at that moment; dust fell away, red decor turned to white funeral banners, and a ghastly wind blew behind him. An Evil Spirit, with a green face and ferocious fangs, lunged at him.

He Zhao’s heart raced. This was his first direct confrontation with an Evil Spirit. The Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture coursed through him, and instead of retreating, he charged forward, his fist glowing with a dark light.

Surprisingly, he moved faster than usual, striking first despite being the target. His punch, fierce and tearing through the air, hit the Evil Spirit’s chest.

The creature flew backward, slamming into the wall. A large hole appeared in its chest, and dark energy began to corrode its body.

He Zhao looked at his fist in disbelief. This was his first fight, his first encounter with an Evil Spirit, and it had been surprisingly easy.

“Kid, this is the power of the Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture,” Lu Xuan, with crossed arms, spoke from He Zhao’s shoulder. “This scripture subdues all creatures related to spirits and demons, even here in the Dream Realm.”

He Zhao, gazing at the defeated Evil Spirit, clenched his fist and walked over. After a while, He Zhao emerged from the stone building and headed towards his next target, empowered and ready to face the challenges ahead.

Outside the ruins of the city, Hong Feng was in a state of perplexity, questioning, “Where did that kid go?”

His day had unfolded quite differently than he had anticipated. In Hong Feng’s original plan, the hunting team was inevitably expected to encounter Nightmare Demons and Evil Spirits. He Zhao, being part of his team, would have been an easy target to harm amidst the chaos of battle with these creatures.

Contrary to his expectations, the team encountered no such threats, largely due to He Zhao’s inexplicable luck. Frustrated, Hong Feng had no choice but to lure a Nightmare Demon to attack the team himself. However, he hadn’t expected He Zhao to be so elusive, escaping at the first sign of trouble and remaining uncatchable until now.

“Wonder if he died out there…” Hong Feng mumbled to himself.

Just then, a figure emerged from the ruins and caught his eye. It was He Zhao! Observing the familiar silhouette, Hong Feng’s face lit up with a hunter’s glee, his smile broadening at the sight of his prey.

He stealthily followed He Zhao, ensuring he didn’t escape. In the wilderness outside the city, Hong Feng could see within a ten-yard radius, while He Zhao, relying on the Dream Lantern, could only see within a yard.

Hong Feng was confident that he could trail He Zhao without being noticed. As he pondered how to strike without leaving any evidence to implicate himself, He Zhao unexpectedly turned around.

A jolt of surprise hit Hong Feng. “No, he can’t have seen me…”

He stood still, remaining on high alert. However, to his astonishment, He Zhao began walking towards him. It was then that Hong Feng noticed a significant change in He Zhao’s demeanor since they had left the city.

He Zhao stopped about a yard away, holding a rusty long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Hong Feng’s throat..