The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

386: Chapter 386 Guan Sheng Di JunYang Zhixiao grew even more anxious: ”What method? Hurry up and do it.”

Mr. Wang said unhurriedly: ”The big drum Han Jingyang brought out is definitely a dharma instrument. Drums were generally used in ancient times to boost morale or command soldiers. Here, it’s clearly to boost morale and combat power. To break such a dharma instrument, one must either break it with force or confront it head-on.”

”So what exactly is the method?”

”I have a dharma instrument that might be able to counter Han Jingyang’s. It’s very precious; I got it from Southeast Asia when I was young.”

”I’ll give you money. Five million.”

”Fine,” Mr. Wang said as he took a strangely shaped flute from the briefcase behind him.

Yang Zhixiao’s pupils constricted, and he blurted out, ”A Bone Flute? Is it... human bone?”

Mr. Wang nonchalantly placed the Bone Flute to his lips: ”What’s there to be so surprised about? As long as it works. A flute has a high pitch and strong penetration, which happens to counter the low pitch of a drum.”

With those words, he began to play.

A sharp, pale, even somewhat ear-piercing but highly penetrating flute sound rang out.

With just a few notes, the movements of Liu Jing, Shi Xiaoya, and Yang Jinyuan came to a momentary halt.

Yang Zhixiao was overjoyed at the sight: ”Beautifully done! Mr. Wang, keep it up and kill them!”

Mr. Wang continued to play the flute. The tune was monotonous, but the rhythm grew faster and faster, and the penetration became stronger and stronger.

At the entrance.

Han Jingyang was also startled by the sudden flute music.

It sounds damn awful!

He checked the Four Imagery Drum and the Drumming Warrior behind it; seeing they weren’t much affected, he felt relieved.

It seemed the rank of the enemy’s dharma instrument wasn’t very high. Although it had some countering effect on the Four Imagery Drum, the effect was weak.

Exactly. No matter how capable Yang Zhixiao’s men were, there were limits. Being able to break a skill attached to a Grade 4 item was already very unusual. If they could even break the skill attached to the Four Imagery Drum, that would be too ridiculous.

There are certainly such masters in this world, but they are extremely few, and the probability of one appearing here isn’t high.

For others, using dharma instruments isn’t that simple. They require nurturing and refining to master the true usage. Only passive-trigger protective dharma instruments can skip this step, but those nurtured and refined by the owner are more effective, powerful, and convenient.

Because of this, professionals in the metaphysics circle don’t carry dozens of dharma instruments like he does. Instead, they just have one suitable set, with at most one spare. If they find something better, they replace the old one rather than just accumulating more.

It’s not that they don’t want more, but they can’t. Different dharma instruments have different materials, ages, attributes, and functions, and the methods for nurturing and refining them also differ. With too many, they would be worked to death just trying to take care of them all.

Furthermore, refining and nurturing dharma instruments consumes one’s own essence, energy, and spirit. Nurturing so many at once would drain a person dry. The more powerful the instrument, the greater the consumption.

Therefore, true practitioners of metaphysics are very cautious when choosing their regular dharma instruments and never get greedy for more.

In this situation, a master who could produce two high-quality dharma instruments in a row that happened to counter his Confusing Soul Formation and Four Imagery Drum would be even rarer.

With this realization, he naturally didn’t panic.

He just shouted to the slightly flustered Shi Xiaoya and the others: ”Don’t panic, it’s not a big problem. Keep pushing inside, and don’t forget our goal.”

What was the goal?

Saving someone, and killing someone.

Saving Yang Zhizhong and killing Yang Zhixiao—that was the goal.

Combat was the means, a simple, crude, but efficient means that had to be used.

They weren’t fighting for the sake of fighting, but to achieve their goal.

One mustn’t put the cart before the horse.

Shi Xiaoya took a moment to give an OK gesture, then turned and stabbed a burly man who tried to ambush Yang Jinyuan. She then raised her hand and flicked a stone to destroy a surveillance camera on the wall.

Second floor of the villa.

The last surveillance screen went black. Yang Zhixiao slammed the table in anger: ”What’s going on? Where’s the counter? Didn’t you say it would perfectly counter Han Jingyang’s dharma instrument? Why do they seem completely fine? Huh?”

Mr. Wang frowned slightly: ”Han Jingyang’s strength... to be precise, Han Jingyang’s dharma instrument is indeed formidable, exceeding my expectations.”

”I don’t care. I paid you to handle this, and if you haven’t, it’s your failure. Wang Tianxiang, I’ll give you one more chance. Stop Han Jingyang, kill him, and prove your worth to me.”

”I will do my best,” Mr. Wang, Wang Tianxiang, replied submissively.

Then, he took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and drew a talisman on a cut piece of talisman paper with fluid strokes.

After letting it dry slightly, he took out another dharma instrument.

This dharma instrument was a bronze seal, about the size of a fisted, rusty and looking so dilapidated that no one would pick it up if it were left on the side of the road.

But Wang Tianxiang was exceptionally careful. He held it with both hands and stared at it without blinking. After dabbing it with ink paste, he gently pressed it onto the paper talisman.

Yang Zhixiao asked curiously: ”What is this?”

”Spirit Summoning Talisman.”

”What does it do?”

”It can summon deities.”

”Really?”

”Yes,” Wang Tianxiang pinched the paper talisman. ”Call your strongest man in.”

”The strongest?”

”The kind with high martial arts skills and excellent physical fitness.”

Yang Zhixiao quickly called out: ”Get Liu Dapeng in here.”

Soon, a burly man over 1.9 meters tall pushed the door open. He was bald with no eyebrows and had powerful muscles, yet his skin was quite fair, looking like a majestic tower carved from white jade.

Yang Zhixiao introduced him proudly: ”This is the strongest and most capable fighter under me. He practices the Golden Bell Shield. He has skin of bronze and bones of iron, making him invulnerable. In ancient times, he would definitely be a fierce general on the level of Guan Yu or Zhang Fei.”

Wang Tianxiang smiled: ”Guan Yu and Zhang Fei? Today, I’ll show you the combat power of Lord Guan.”

After saying that, he took the paper talisman he had just dried and slapped it onto Liu Dapeng’s forehead. At the same time, he performed the Yu Step, his hands rapidly forming seals, and he chanted: ”Heaven is divine, Earth is divine, Bai Qingxian, Buddha, Bodhisattvas, and all deities. Disciple Wang Tianxiang bows and invites the Loyal, Righteous, Divine, Martial, Spiritually Protective, Benevolent, Brave, Majestically Manifested, Nation-Protecting, People-Preserving, Sincere, Tranquil, and Virtue-Proclaiming Holy Emperor Guan to step upon the auspicious clouds and preside here. Command!”

As he finished, his finger seal pointed sharply at Liu Dapeng’s forehead.

The paper talisman on Liu Dapeng’s forehead self-combusted with a ”bang” and quickly burned away, with wisps of blue smoke rising straight into the void and vanishing.

And Liu Dapeng’s eyes instantly went blank.

A moment later, Liu Dapeng suddenly narrowed his eyes and made a motion of stroking a beard and lifting a blade, asking in a deep voice: ”Where is the enemy?”

Wang Tianxiang pointed outside: ”There are three fierce female bandits outside with extreme strength. Emperor, go forth quickly and eliminate them.”

Liu Dapeng gave a ”humph,” walked with powerful strides out the door, grabbed a long-handled Broadsword on the way, and sped off with the blade trailing behind him, heading straight for Liu Jing.

Ten steps away, he accelerated and swung the Broadsword down at Liu Jing’s head.

The ordinary Broadsword carved a snowy-bright light in the air, like a brilliant half-moon.

The half-moon flashed and vanished.

The Broadsword reached the top of Liu Jing’s head with a sharp sound of breaking air.

Liu Jing raised her eyebrows, completely undaunted, and raised her blade to block at the critical moment.