West-Hill’s Divine Skill was the most sacred and highest Taoist Law of Haotian Taoism. It was even called the source of all Taoist Law.
Unlike the Divine Skill used by the deacons of the Judicial Department, this Divine Skill was not specifically a kind of magic. It was a divine weapon given to the cultivators from Haotian.
The disciples on Peach Mountain who could use the Divine Skill were not necessarily the most gifted ones, but they did need to have the purest Taoist Heart and the strongest faith in Haotian.
Ye Hongyu, the Tao Addict, could use the Divine Skill because she satisfied both requirements. Though Prince Longqing’s faith in Haotian was firm enough, because of his worldly responsibilities to the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, he couldn’t keep his heart clear. So even though he was gifted, he could not practice the real Divine Skill.
For some reason, Cheng Lixue could not use the Divine Skill either.
So he could not understand why Ning Que was capable of using it.
That is, until he remembered the young girl who had been quietly standing under the big tree.
He knew the little girl, because that little girl was the very reason why the Great Divine Priest had led the West-Hill mission to Chang’an City. So he thought he had guessed the truth.
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There was a house in the middle of the wetlands of the Academy.
Ning Que and Chen Pipi stood on the banks of the wetlands outside the house.
Maybe because Tang Xiaotang had been called away by Senior Sister Yu Lian to practice her skills, Chen Pipi was quite silent and looked at the floating grass in a daze. Suddenly he lifted his head, looked at Ning Que and said, “That Divine Light came from the knife.”
Ning Que knew what he wanted to say. After a moment of silence, he suggested, “A special Taoist skill?”
Chen Pipi shook his head and said, “The West-Hill Divine Skill is fundamentally different from that.”
Ning Que lowered and suggested once again, “I used the Divine Talisman in advance to pour Haotian Divine Light into the knife, so when I wielded the knife, Divine Light shone out of the knife. Is this explanation ok?”
“Not so good,”
Chen Pipi said seriously, “Your knife was surrounded by the Qi of Heaven and Earth at the start.”
“It was my first time. I had no experience,”
Ning Que said sincerely, “There will be no more such mistakes.”
Chen Pipi mockingly asked, “Do you think you can deceive the world forever?”
Ning Que retorted back, “Even if someone sensed the problem, who could find any proof?”
Chen Pipi thought for a moment, then shook his head and replied, “No one, so far.”
Ning Que said in relief, “Then don’t worry.”
Suddenly, a fearful howl came from the courtyard, then no more sound came. It was silent again. The two fellow disciples looked at each other, then turned and walked into the house.
Within a secluded room of the house.
The old lady wearing a blue coat looked at Liu Yiqing, who was rolling on the bed in great pain. She shook her head, then took the medical equipment back into her pocket. She said, “There’s nothing more I can do.”
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Nightfall
FantasyAuthor(s) Mao Ni,猫腻 Chang An, capital of Tang, the most powerful empire in the continent. A heaven wrecking massacre shook the city to its core. Amidst the incident, a young boy named Ning Que managed to get away, dug out from a pile of corpses alon...