Chapter 509: Seizing Devotional Willpower! The Familiar City God Temple! Enhancing the Yellow Court Classic!

He didn’t press further on the matter. After a short pause, he returned to Qingyun Temple. The moment he stepped in, the tranquil, free-spirited aura of the place washed over him, bringing calm to his mind.

He glanced at Cuihua’s room; she still hadn’t returned, and he had no idea where she had gone.

After she transformed, she said her cultivation reverted to mortal level... Could something have happened?

Li Yanchu’s thoughts shifted.

He had originally planned to rest, but with so much going on, he decided to check on Cuihua. He found one of her garments, and a transparent current of energy enveloped his hand as he reached through the void to grasp it.

𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

A faint aura appeared in his palm.

Art of Pursuit!

Determined to find Cuihua, Li Yanchu used the unique sensitivity of this technique and quickly located her in the City God Temple.

“Why did you come here?” he asked, frowning.

This was the very temple where he had slain the false City God before, yet now the sinister aura had completely vanished, leaving an ordinary, peaceful temple in its place.

“The incense offerings here at the City God Temple are too pure to go to waste. I came to absorb them and restore my cultivation,” Cuihua explained.

Li Yanchu fell speechless at her words.

There’s a method like that?

After hearing Cuihua’s explanation, he finally understood: this City God Temple was originally a shrine of a true deity, and the devotional incense offerings from the common people were extremely pure, perfectly preserved within this temple.

Later, it turned out that the false City God was an outsider cultivator, but he shouldn’t have been able to cultivate using the incense offerings. He was using the dense incense here to conceal the dark aura on his body. Thus, the incense offerings here could be considered ownerless.

“Is this thing useful to you?” Li Yanchu asked.

“Don’t forget, I’m a legitimate Mount Xiaofeng deity, officially decreed,” Cuihua said proudly, lifting her delicate chin.

“Right, if you hadn’t said it, I’d have thought you were just a loafer,” Li Yanchu joked.

“What did you just say?!”

“You do realize who you’re talking to, right? You’re talking to the Mountain God!” Cuihua glared at him, fuming.

“No matter how powerful a Mountain God you are, this isn’t your Mount Xiaofeng. Once you finish absorbing the incense, leave. The city isn’t exactly safe lately,” Li Yanchu said, not mincing his words.

“Alright.” Perhaps seeing Li Yanchu come specifically to check on her, looking concerned, Cuihua unusually didn’t retort.

When Li Yanchu arrived, Cuihua had just finished absorbing the last remnants of the incense. The remaining incense energy was fragmented, and she didn’t care much about it.

On the way back, Li Yanchu asked, “The most prosperous Daoist temple for incense in Wei City is the Lady Qingyi Temple. Why didn’t you try that one?”

“I went to check it out. The incense there is more abundant and purer than here, but that one has an owner, so I naturally can’t absorb it,” Cuihua replied.

Li Yanchu nodded. He had only asked casually, thinking of Lady Qingyi, wondering how she was recovering. Come to think of it, he had never actually seen Lady Qingyi himself.

***

After returning to the temple, Cuihua went back to her room to process the massive incense energy she had absorbed from the City God Temple.

Li Yanchu, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on his own bed, circulating the

Yellow Court Classic.

“In a world like this, full of extraordinary powers and immortal heroes, the lives of ordinary people really aren’t valued at all.”

After finishing his meditation, Li Yanchu’s mind was filled with reflections. The hellish scenes from Dongyang County still haunted him, forcing him to suppress the killing intent within his primordial spirit.

Fortunately, the power of the Yellow Court Classic was vast, righteous, and calming. With the protection of his merit spirit light, his mental state remained stable.

This time, his journey to Dongyang County had been fraught with unexpected events. Behind it all were hidden forces: the White Marsh Demon Kingdom, Mount Youming, and the inexplicable clash earlier with Seasons Grove.

This world is far more complicated than I imagined,

he thought.

If that scholar had come in his true form, with Li Yanchu’s current cultivation, he might indeed have been no match.

Then there was the White Marsh Demon Kingdom’s ruler, who had transformed into a little girl. Though Li Yanchu had restrained and beaten her, he knew that was not her true power. He hadn’t actually inflicted lasting harm, and her ability to come and go at will was extremely mysterious.

Storms are surely approaching,

he reflected. He knew these matters wouldn’t end so easily.

Then, he reviewed the gains from this venture. The merit accumulated wasn’t much, just over fifty-two thousand.

The ghost-eyed demon hadn’t been completely killed, and the earlier scholar’s projection was just a projection; thus, these major “bosses” hadn’t yielded merit.

The most valuable gains were the special magical artifacts he’d acquired: the cloud-patterned ancient coin, infused with potent spiritual resonance; the flying sword from the green-robed girl; the great scholar’s Great Scholar Scroll; these were all rare treasures. With the artifacts he now possessed, Li Yanchu could practically arm an entire sect.

His most immediate concern was how to break into the third realm. Crossing into the third realm meant becoming a true Yang Spirit powerhouse, capable of unleashing the maximum potential of his treasures. His Daoist techniques would also enter a new level.

The greatest challenge for the cultivators of this world was how to condense Yang Spirit. Otherwise, so many sect masters and ancient experts would still be trapped at the peak of Yin Spirit.

The

Yellow Court Classic

recorded that to break into the Yang Spirit realm, one must gradually accumulate the yang qi within the primordial spirit. Though orthodox, Li Yanchu thought this method far too slow.

After witnessing the scholar’s power today, a new idea suddenly came to him. He took out the Daoist scripture he used to cultivate, the Yellow Court Classic.

It had been extremely difficult since he first began, and he had never officially enhanced it. Back then, his level was like a kindergartener, while this scripture was at a university level. Enhancing it now would only make it more complex, ultimately making it as difficult as quantum mechanics, and he wouldn’t be able to learn it at all.

Yet if he wanted to break into the third realm, he had to approach the problem from the cultivation method itself.

Today, the world imposes shackles, but what exactly are these shackles? Is it a lack of some special power, or have certain Daoist methods been lost over time?

Or perhaps there’s some special restriction suppressing a person from reaching the third realm,

Li Yanchu thought, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.

He intended to enhance the

Yellow Court Classic

to see if he could deduce a higher-level method for breaking into the third realm.

“Enhance!” Li Yanchu simulated the voice of the Dao in his mind, and a dazzling divine light enveloped the

Yellow Court Classic

.

Its pages fluttered endlessly, the text rearranging and recombining, and a profound aura of the Dao emerged. This enhancement lasted longer than any before.