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Even if it only gives ordinary people the ability to protect themselves from common demons and ghosts, what do you think the prestige of his Hidden Dragon Temple would be like then?

"Yi Chengzi is a man of extraordinary talent and ruthlessness. If he doesn't die, he will become a True Monarch within a hundred years, gaining great momentum and prestige accumulated over several generations. Don't you think it's possible that he might swallow the python and dragon, driving Dragon Tiger Mountain off the throne of the Dao Sect leadership?"

"What he's doing now in collecting those peculiar Cultivation Techniques is like the silent operation of a grass snake, laying out the groundwork that spans thousands of miles, simply waiting for the right moment," Feng Linsu said, his eyes brimming with confidence, as if he had everything under control.

"Are you sure? I somehow feel this sly fox isn't that kind of person," the commander of the Red Flame Army said, an expression of doubt crossing his face.

"Then tell me, what does he want with those things? The more advanced they get, the more demanding the requirements, and the longer the time spent. You can spend your entire life on them and still get nowhere. Even the generals say this path leads nowhere. Many gifted individuals have met their end on this road. Surely his cultivation level wasn't achieved by practicing these things." Feng Linsu spread his hands, indicating he was at a loss for answers.

The path of martial arts is but a compromise made by the sages and the virtuous for those with insufficient spiritual aptitude, modifying the original scriptures, and it is inherently a flawed creation.

Some were even derived from second or third generations of modified Cultivation Techniques, even more so debased.

These techniques require not only talent but also a long life. The further you go, the more likely it's decades or even centuries to master—basically a futile task.

True Persons and True Monarchs have lifespans long enough, but such behavior is like a university student working on a primary school workbook, hoping to increase their power; it's mistaking the container for the content, and anyone with a normal IQ wouldn't do it.

"Of course, I know it's impossible to cultivate such things, but what kind of divine body does this kid really have? Have you guys at the Peacekeeping Department figured it out? The potential of his peculiar physique seems to be even higher than that of my Iron Blood Heart Source Demon Body. I'm afraid in another ten years, his cultivation level will catch up to mine," the commander said, unable to stop himself from asking more questions.
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"Creation is miraculous, and each individual has their own unique physique—who can fully know it? Old Yan, I've got urgent business to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."

"Go on, Old Feng, if you need help, just let me know," the army commander replied.

Feng Linsu and the army commander each bowed their fists and then swept away in different directions.

The recent developments with Mount Cangwu were unfortunately intertwined with the involvement of a great demon from the summit of the mountains, which was not a good sign. They were going to be busy moving forward.

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"Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, is it hard? Break it for me!"

At night, considering the dangers of his upcoming journey to Tianfeng Prefecture, Yi Chen decided to make additional preparations. Daring to assassinate the enforcer of Tianfeng Prefecture was not the act of a mere madman. It required extra caution, and after much contemplation, he decided to enhance his Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique.

Five hundred Deep Red Points were deducted in an instant.

The familiar sensation returned, as if an old horse knew the way.

Seconds later, a reflection in his heart brought forth a stream of information before Yi Chen's eyes.

The panel on the virtual light screen where the Cultivation Techniques were displayed began to fluctuate, signaling that a change had occurred.

[Cultivation Technique: Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique Level 6 (Traits: Eagle Eye, Night Vision, Yin Qi Perception, Heart Reflection lv2, Evil Intent Perception lv2, Soul Destruction lv2, Enchantment lv1)]

True enough, you get what you pay for. The Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, enhanced with five hundred Deep Red Points to the sixth level, not only upgraded the previous abilities, but it also added a new one.

Enchantment.

For some reason, the more Yi Chen looked at this ability, the more unorthodox it seemed. The Heavenly Master's technique started off well, but it seemed to get a bit twisted towards the higher levels.

Enchantment—what kind of power was this? Tian Boguang would be ecstatic...

Yi Chen felt that the Enchantment ability was somewhat superfluous, but the upgrades to abilities like Heart Reflection were a pleasant surprise.

Eagerly, he unleashed the Heart Reflection ability to test it out and found that its range had expanded to over twenty meters. Every detail within it was captured perfectly clear. With just a thought, Yi Chen could see every facet of an insect hiding in the grass, chirping away.

"Hmm, my senses have become sharper, which should aid my journey to a certain extent," he commented.

"This trip hasn't been in vain."

Yi Chen nodded in approval deep inside his mind.

However, after enhancing his abilities twice in a row, the Deep Red Points he had painstakingly accumulated were now officially depleted.

Tianfeng Prefecture was located at the source of the Lan Cang River.

The Lan Cang River was a large river quietly flowing alongside Mount Cangwu. Although it wasn't as broad and majestic as the Wu River, it was superior in its sinuous beauty and clear waters.

If the Wu River suggested a man high-spirited, holding a bronze lute, singing loudly of the great river flowing eastward, then the Lan Cang River could be likened to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, holding a red ivory board, singing of willow banks under the early morning breeze and waning moon.

After rushing along the Lan Cang River, two days later at night, on the riverbank of the Lan Cang River,

Yi Chen set up a table and chairs from his storage ring and took out a variety of cold dishes, a plate of dried fish, and two jars of good wine—one red, one green.

The red one was called Fiery Blaze, which Yi Chen enjoyed.

The green one was called Pear Blossom White, which Miao Zi enjoyed.

There were two porcelain bowls, large and small.

The one Miao Zi used was the same ancient porcelain bowl Yi Chen used to collect money when selling chicken; it was the bowl Miao Zi used for eating and drinking outdoors all along their journey.

Also on the table was a silk handkerchief, which Miao Zi used to wipe its mouth.

"My son, go to the downstream burrows and catch a few Ghost Fish, we'll have some sliced fish with our drinks," Yi Chen said.

"Remember, only Ghost Fish. I get a cough if I eat any other kind," he added.

Just as Miao Zi was about to join the table, Yi Chen sent it off to catch fish instead.

Ghost Fish were a specialty of Lan Cang River with semi-transparent bodies through which light blue blood could be seen flowing internally. At night, they could emit a ghostly blue light, making them quite fascinating.