Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Spiritual Weapons, Magical Weapons, Taoist Weapons, and Immortal Weapons

“These are imitations of the Brahma Pagoda and the Great Confucian Calligraphy Copybook!”

Someone among the passengers, possessing extraordinary insight, recognized the treasures just used by Wuzhi Buddhist disciple and Wang Bian.

The Brahma Pagoda, the most precious treasure of the Sumeru Mountain lineage of Buddhism, is said to weigh as much as a small world, so immense that even a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing stage would not dare to withstand a blow with all their might. Rumors also circulate that it possesses the power to pierce space, allowing those holding it to freely travel through space. While

the Great Confucian Calligraphy Copybook lacks the stature of the Brahma Pagoda, it is nonetheless a legitimate immortal artifact held by Confucianism. Simply write a single character on it—for example, “定” (fixed), and the copybook can immobilize a person. For example, “战” (war), the copybook can transform into a Confucian guardian and engage in combat. Other options include “说,” “急,” “遁” (escape), and so on, offering a vast range of possibilities.

Of course, both of these are immortal artifacts, and Buddhism and Confucianism would not allow their young men to bring them with them. They only gave them replicas for protection.

“Even a knockoff is impressive. Even if it’s inferior to the real thing, it’s still a Dao weapon!”

Everyone was amazed. Dao weapons were so precious that even if they sold their entire ship, they still couldn’t afford the scraps.

Jiuzhou categorized treasures into four levels. The first level was spiritual weapons, which virtually every Foundation Establishment cultivator possessed. These weren’t particularly powerful, simply sharper and stronger than ordinary weapons, without much magical power. The

second level was magical instruments, which a Nascent Soul cultivator could afford with half their fortune. Naturally, they were more powerful than spiritual weapons, able to communicate with the cultivator’s thoughts and be remotely controlled. At this point, they could develop subtle intelligence, automatically assisting the cultivator in defending against enemies, and so on.

The third level was Dao instruments. Forging Dao instruments was extremely difficult, requiring a cultivator’s profound understanding of the Dao. Examples include the Dao of Time of the Great Zhou imperial family, the Dao of Space of Mount Xumi, and Meng Chun’s Dao of Dreams. Furthermore, the materials required to carry the Dao were extremely expensive, making them a rare commodity for Divine Transformation cultivators. These were generally reserved for the wealthy and powerful Fusion cultivators.

The fourth level was naturally an immortal artifact. No one in the Nine Provinces could forge one. Existing immortal artifacts, aside from the Yin-Yang Heavenly Seal, which Daozu refined before his ascension, were brought to the Nine Provinces by former immortals from the Celestial Realm. They were extremely rare, with only a handful remaining.

The most famous immortal artifacts were naturally the Yin-Yang Heavenly Seal of the Taoist sect, the Brahma Pagoda of Buddhism, and the Great Confucian Calligraphy Copybook of Confucianism.

“The Great Confucian Calligraphy Copybook is indeed a replica, but the Brahma Pagoda…”

Saint Pure Heart hesitated, turning to Jiang Li for an explanation.

She also possessed a Taoist artifact, the Twelve-Rank Azure Lotus, so she was quite familiar with them. She had always felt that the Brahma Pagoda didn’t resemble one.

Jiang Li nodded, a hint of doubt in his voice. “You’re not mistaken! This Brahma Pagoda is the real Brahma Pagoda. Old Buddha Xumi values this new disciple so much that he dares to let him bring something like this out?”

The passengers, in truth, had no real understanding of immortal artifacts or Daoist instruments. They simply assumed, based on common sense, that a sect wouldn’t allow its disciples to reveal its most precious treasures. They assumed that Wuzhi and Wang Bian were holding replicas.

In reality, Wang Bian was holding a replica, while Wuzhi was holding the real thing.

Wuzhi’s realm wasn’t high enough, however, to fully unleash the Brahma Pagoda’s power. If he were truly in danger, the Brahma Pagoda would automatically defend against the enemy, slaying them. Even a cultivator in the Fusion Stage would be doomed.

“But these two juniors, so young, are so reliant on treasures. This isn’t good. Could it be that these two true disciples of the sect can’t even subdue a flying wild monster?” Jiang Li expressed some concern for the current state of Jiuzhou.

“It’s not just them. Other cultivators are like this too. They always spend all their money to buy a treasure and use it whenever they encounter an enemy. They can’t truly train themselves. Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful.”

The Holy Maiden of Pure Heart stammered in defense, “Because, because treasures are really useful. How can we expect everyone to be like you and not use their halberds until they are covered in dust?”

“I understand the logic, but… well…”

Jiang Li wanted to say something, but seeing the Holy Maiden of Pure Heart’s aggrieved expression, he stopped.

Meanwhile, the eagle demon was still being tormented by the two men. It felt itself alternately devoted to Buddhism and righteousness, its mind nearly splitting.

As the voices of Wuzhi Buddhist Son and Wang Bian grew louder and more absorbed, they forgot their surroundings, intent on converting or educating the eagle demon.

The passengers, attracted by their voices, gathered in two groups.

One group, following the disciple Wuzhi, devotedly worshipped the Buddha and chanted sutras in unison. Feeling guilty about their past lives, they offered all their wealth to Wuzhi, vowing to continuously perform good deeds and pray for a good rebirth

in the next. Another group, after the king’s transformation, gained a deeper understanding of their patriotism and vowed to dedicate themselves to their country or sect until their death.

“I remember Buddhism and Confucianism weren’t so sinister? They even force brainwashing?” The Pure Heart Saint had never seen such a situation before and found it horrifying.

“It’s just a short period of time. Once these two stop chanting, the brainwashing will end.” Jiang Li, knowledgeable, knew this was common practice in Buddhism and Confucianism. The

Buddhist and Confucian scriptures had a powerful brainwashing effect. If one didn’t master the text well and recited it haphazardly, it could easily lead to mass brainwashing.

Once upon a time, a high-ranking Buddhist monk, lost in chanting while walking, inadvertently brainwashed the followers of a small town. He eventually found

himself on the surface of the East China Sea, followed by the group, but unable to swim, they all drowned in the water. Realizing his grave mistake, the monk resolved to persevere and ultimately became a demon.

Unable to intervene, the old Buddha Xumi asked Jiang Li to help slay him.

This high-ranking monk was the previous disciple

of the Buddha, the man for whom Taoist nun Qingyu had a secret crush. Jiang Li stood up and said, “But we still need to intervene. These two children’s dharma has strayed from the orthodox path and could be possessed by demons.”

The eagle demon shouted, “Hey, hey, hey, are you Buddhists, Confucianists, or a cult? Do you forcibly change people’s minds? Look behind you, look behind you!”

The Buddhist disciple Wuzhi and Wang Bian had been secretly competing to see who would convert or educate the eagle demon first.

Then, the eagle demon saw one of the two men in the corner rise, swiftly approach the two, and strike one of them in the head with a knife.

“You two little fools, wake up! You’ve strayed from the right path. If you keep going, you’ll be possessed!”

Wuzhi Buddhist disciple and Wang Bian suddenly came to their senses. Seeing the two groups of people behind them, they felt guilty and quickly dispersed their magical powers, restoring them to normal.

“You are…” The two looked at Jiang Li respectfully, thanking him for waking them up.

“Jiang Li.”

Wuzhi Buddhist disciple and Wang Bian’s eyes widened.

The eagle demon’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He’d just been robbing people on a whim, but how had he run into not only Buddhists and Confucianists, but even the Emperor Jiang?!

Was this considered good luck or bad luck?

(End of this chapter)