Longevity Begins with the Seven Injuries Fist-Chapter 412 - 240: Summoning Skill (Part 2)

However, the White Lotus Sect possesses the Seven Injuries Fist, which is easy to learn but hard to master, and the Summoning Skill, which can grant powerful strength.

The White Lotus Sect does not need many members to cultivate deeply.

As long as the common people believe devoutly, are willing to sacrifice, and learn the Seven Injuries Fist and the Summoning Skill, when combined, they form an extremely powerful combat force.

Su Que slipped into the small town without asking the residents about the White Lotus Sect’s location.

He didn’t know how many town residents had joined the sect.

If most had joined or were under the sect’s control, asking would alert the enemy.

After entering the town, Su Que leaped onto a rooftop, using his lightweight skill to swiftly move across the roofs.

As he flew, he looked down at the residences one by one.

He first headed towards the spacious and luxuriously decorated mansions.

This branch of the White Lotus Sect was strong, and some of its leaders were at least somewhat renowned in the martial arts world.

Such people, having reached this level, usually wouldn’t live humbly.

After several breaths of flight, he saw a grand mansion with white walls and blue tiles, guarded inside.

Immediately, Su Que tapped his foot lightly, his figure like lightning, and darted inside.

The guards were entirely unaware that someone had passed over their heads.

Su Que flew towards the depths of the mansion.

In a courtyard, he saw a hall of incense.

At the far end of the hall was a sacred platform.

A large incense burner was on the platform, densely filled with incense sticks.

Wisps of smoke spiraled upwards.

Behind the platform, through the thick smoke, a statue about two palms in height was faintly visible.

With one glance, Su Que recognized that the statue portrayed the Mother of Wusheng worshiped by the White Lotus Sect.

"This must be the branch of the White Lotus Sect!" thought Su Que.

Rumble...

Suddenly, there was a sound of stones rolling behind Su Que.

He turned to see the stone door of a house slowly rising.

Through the gap, he saw a pair of bare feet.

Above the feet were snow-white trousers.

Once the stone door fully opened, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a long beard, dressed in white, appeared before Su Que.

"Tong Yusheng?" Su Que narrowed his eyes, looking at this middle-aged man, and asked.

"Who are you? How dare you intrude into my White Lotus Sect branch!"

Tong Yusheng, having just emerged, was shocked to suddenly see someone in his courtyard.

He circulated his True Qi, slightly curling his fingers.

This room was his usual practice chamber.

He built a stone door to block out external sounds.

Earlier, he had just brought his unique skill, the Breaking Gang Divine Claw, to a new realm.

Now that an unexpected guest appeared, he thought to use this person to test his skill.

Tong Yusheng narrowed his eyes, focusing on Su Que, the veins on his arms bulging like small snakes climbing up as he exerted his power.

But in the next moment, unexpectedly, Su Que’s figure suddenly flashed, turning into a black shadow, darting towards him.

"Courting death!"

Seeing Su Que approaching, Tong Yusheng used the Breaking Gang Divine Claw to confront him.

His right hand formed a claw, with sharp claw gangs emerging from his hand, slicing through the air with a hissing sound.

Aimed at Su Que’s advancing direction, he struck with a claw!

This time, Su Que used only a little True Qi to protect the fabric of his sleeves, to prevent them from being torn by the claw gang.

He merely used his physical strength, clenched his fist, and drew it back.

As he was about to reach Tong Yusheng, he suddenly thrust forward with great force!

Fist and claw collided!

Instantly, the sound of bones shattering rang from Tong Yusheng’s right hand, chilling to the bone.

His entire right arm twisted in an instant.

Snow-white bone spikes pierced through his skin, protruding out.

With immense force from Su Que’s punch, he was sent flying backward.

He screamed, his body crashing like a sandbag towards the dark chamber behind him.

The next moment, there was a thud from the chamber.

It was Tong Yusheng’s back, hitting the wall heavily.

Su Que tapped his toe lightly, darted in, and stood before Tong Yusheng.

Tong Yusheng looked at Su Que as if seeing a ghost, his face ashen, eyes wide open, filled with dread.

At this moment, he bore no trace of the awe-inspiring image he had while preaching to the people.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Trembling all over, Tong Yusheng asked.

"Are you Tong Yusheng?"

Su Que asked again.

"No...no!"

Tong Yusheng thought that since this person attacked him upon appearance, he must have a grudge against the White Lotus Sect and dared not admit his name.

Fearing that once he reveals he’s Tong Yusheng, this person might kill him on the spot.

"If you lie, be ready to suffer!" Su Que said:

"I’ll go verify with other believers now!"

As he finished, he made a gesture as if turning to leave.

"No...no! Hold on!" Tong Yusheng, fearing Su Que’s torture, immediately said:

"Great hero, I am Tong Yusheng!"

Crack!

Su Que reached out and pointed at Tong Yusheng’s left shoulder.

Instantly, Tong Yusheng’s left shoulder shattered, his entire left arm drooping down.

He screamed again, looking towards Su Que with even more fear.

"Answer my next questions well, or suffer more!" Su Que said.

Tong Yusheng nodded vigorously, his pupils trembling.

"Tell me about the Summoning Skill in detail!" Su Que said. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Tong Yusheng was initially stunned upon hearing this.

After joining the White Lotus Sect, he had sworn before the statue of the Mother of Wusheng.

To never disclose the martial arts of the White Lotus Sect.

If he did, he would be subject to the thousand cuts under the Mother of Wusheng’s gods.

But now, he was on the brink of life and death.

If he didn’t speak, he feared he would be tortured to death by this person.

’Mother, please forgive your disciple...’

After hurriedly praying in his heart, Tong Yusheng told Su Que the Summoning Skill in great detail.

In his hometown, Jade Water City, Su Que had slain Bai Wuji, who had wreaked havoc for a time and was the White Lotus Sect’s branch master there, finding books on the Summoning Skill in Bai Wuji’s home.

However, Bai Wuji’s notes on the Summoning Skill were intermittent and not very detailed.

The Summoning Skill described by Tong Yusheng was much more comprehensive.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Tong Yusheng had explained the entire Summoning Skill.

"Great hero, are you satisfied? Can you let me go?" Tong Yusheng pleaded immediately after speaking.

Thud!

Su Que suddenly stomped hard.

Forcibly crushing Tong Yusheng’s head into his chest.

Then, Su Que flicked the blood off his foot and walked towards the incense hall.

According to Tong Yusheng, before using the Summoning Skill, one must worship daily at the statue of the Mother of Wusheng in the incense hall.

During the worship and the chanting of spells, one must be completely wholehearted and focused.

The more one worships, with more devotion, the more power one could gain when performing the Summoning Skill.

Now at the peak of the Divine Realm, Su Que was very adept at using spiritual power.

From Tong Yusheng’s words, he deduced the principle of the Summoning Skill.

In fact, the White Lotus Sect’s Summoning Skill still required a carrier of Divine Intent.

And that carrier was the statue of the Mother of Wusheng.

The statue of the Mother of Wusheng contained stored Divine Intent.

As long as the believer worships with full concentration, their varying spiritual forces will, upon touching the statue, establish a bridge of spiritual force between the Mud Ball Palace and the statue.

The Divine Intent in the statue then passes through this bridge into the Mud Ball Palace.

When a White Lotus Sect believer performs the Summoning Skill, chants the spell, and sincerely asks for the Mother of Wusheng’s assistance, it triggers this Divine Intent stored in the Mud Ball Palace.

Thus, granting enormous strength.

’Let’s take a look at the statue of the Mother of Wusheng to see how the Divine Intent is stored within.’

Su Que thought as he walked into the incense hall.

His hand passed through the wisps of thick smoke, grabbing the cold-to-the-touch statue of the Mother of Wusheng.

He brought it in front of himself.

Then, he channeled his spiritual power to probe into the statue.