In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the window paper and into the room.
Qing Yu slowly opened his eyes, separating his stacked hands. On them, a layer of ashen powder quietly lay in his palm.
"To maintain the Golden Bell Shield and Six God Technique at the sa ti, the consumption is really that massive," Qing Yu said with so surprise as he looked at the powder in his hand.
Yet another relic had been expended. He had chosen three particularly powerful relics, unable to carry all of them with him.
But this relic was being depleted even faster than the previous one.
"Six God Technique, no, it should be said that the Pure Land Six God Technique, truly is impressive after the Brahman protector’s modifications."
Qing Yu had thought that the "Pure Land Six God Technique" was considered heretical by the orthodox Buddhist Sects because it wasn’t authentic enough. But what he had not anticipated was that the truly heretical aspect of the "Pure Land Six God Technique" was its ability to rapidly enhance one’s power with the treasures of Buddha.
Just like the relic in Qing Yu’s hand, which turned to ash so swiftly because it was drained of too much energy by the "Pure Land Six God Technique."
Looking at it this way, perhaps Mahayana’s formidable cultivation also had a factor related to absorbing the energy of Buddha Soldiers. If this was the case, there would be an explanation for Mahayana’s later conversion to the Buddhist Sect.
Was the energy of the Buddha Soldiers passed down by the Buddha so easily absorbed? Or should you obediently join my ranks and beco a loyal golden boy?
Qing Yu rose and stretched his limbs, hearing the crackle of his joints. The "Pure Land Six God Technique" had its benefits in rapidly absorbing the power of Buddha. At the very least, Qing Yu felt that his own power had greatly improved.
The relic that had just turned to ash belonged to soone who, before their death, must have been at the equivalent level of the Taoist Golden Core Eighth Transition. Yet Qing Yu had absorbed and refined it completely.
It was truly not inferior to a piece of heavenly material and earth treasures.
’Indeed, the Buddhist relics are ant to be utilized,’ Qing Yu thought again.
These Buddhist relics weren’t much different from the Artificial True Pills researched by Zhang Xuanji. Qing Yu felt that if Zhang Xuanji weren’t afraid of being converted to Buddhism, he might be able to take his research much further with them.
"Daoist, will you be taking a morning al?" Wu Yi, the little Taoist, called from outside the door.
Having a morning al was, of course, unnecessary. The Supre Daoist with such a lofty deanor would certainly just take Elixirs and practice Fasting. However, Taizhen Palace still had to ask. What if the Daoist wanted to have breakfast?
So, Wu Yi ca over.
It was also an opportunity for Qing Yu to ask him questions.
"Did anything happen last night?" Qing Yu’s voice carried through the door.
Wu Yi outside looked suddenly absent-minded and slowly said, "I haven’t noticed any movents from the Sects, nor have there been any enemy attacks."
The so-called enemies, naturally, referred to the mbers of the Blood Demon Sect. The Debating Conference had taken place all day yesterday without any commotion from the Blood Demon Sect, which was indeed quite strange.
Today, after hearing that there had been no night raids by the Blood Demon Sect, the oddity beca even more pronounced.
Just the day before yesterday, there had been attacks, with blood that could hardly be washed away, and then suddenly there were none. Could the Blood Demon Sect really have beco so timid?
"You may leave," Qing Yu said.
Outside, Wu Yi returned to normal and respectfully replied, "Then this little Taoist will take his leave."
After Wu Yi left, Qing Yu paced back and forth, trying to guess the plans of various parties using his vivid imagination, but in the end, he ca up empty-handed.
There was no helping it, they were all cunning foxes, none less intelligent than the others. Even soone like True Master Tianyang, who seed impulsive, was an old fox who had lived for many years, possibly with no less scheming in his heart than anyone else.
All worldly affairs are matters of learning, and mastery of human relations is an art.
Aside from innate intelligence, the accumulation of knowledge and experience is indispensable. The longer one lives, the more one sees, and the wiser one becos.
Like Qing Yu, his deep and shrewd scheming, doing what others could not, was due not only to his open-minded thinking but also indispensable were the experiences of life’s trials and tribulations over more than thirty years.
It was also due to the combined experience of more than fifty years across two lifetis that this young man, who appeared to be in his twenties, had co this far.
Those in the Divinity Realm, their lifespans would not be shorter than Qing Yu’s. Do not be fooled by so who appear middle-aged or even youthful; their actual ages have long since exceeded fifty.
After living for so many years, even a pig would beco enlightened, let alone these highly talented individuals who have cultivated to the Divinity Realm.
In terms of experience, none of them were shallower than Qing Yu. Even if their thoughts were not as open and constructive as Qing Yu, they all possessed their own unique wisdom.
Wrestling with these old foxes, one must make many clever moves, and calculating seven or eight steps ahead was necessary.
"Dragon Tiger Mountain, Chunyang Palace, Luo Fu Palace, Shenxiao Dao, and Zhenwu Sect, each of them has their own sches and their own channels. Compared to them, why do I seem to be just a troublemaker?" Qing Yu said with a mix of amusent and frustration.
Considering these Sects, either they were unrelated to him, or they were his enemies, Qing Yu thought he might as well stir up trouble from ti to ti. At least, it would keep those adversaries dissatisfied.
However, doing so was a bit risky, and he could not ruin his own reputation. It had to be the right opportunity.
Thinking sowhat casually, Qing Yu suddenly reached out, his True Qi surging forth.
True Qi like a whirlwind, burst through the door and windows, capturing sothing outside.
"A chanical Bird?"
Qing Yu’s hand retracted the True Qi, pulling the object into his grasp.
This was a chanical Bird, entirely made of wood. From the smooth joints and the polished surface, it was clear the creator of this chanical Bird was a skilful chanical Master.
"I rember..." Qing Yu pondered, "currently in the worldly society, there should not be any Sect specializing in chanical Techniques, right?"
The last Sect known for specializing in hidden weapons and chanical techniques, Qianji Pavilion, had been extinguished decades ago. Now, if there was anywhere that still housed a large number of chanical Masters, it would be...
"Jixia Academy, Mo Family." Qing Yu uttered a few words.
He recalled encountering Mo Family’s chanical Man at Mountain River Academy during the Literary Arena competition. However, those chanical n were hastily made by Mo Family disciples using on-the-spot materials, so they did not showcase much skill and served rely as human shields.
If chanical Techniques had enough materials, they could be quite powerful. Every year, Daqian Court’s military spent a vast sum on military resources to purchase chanical apparatuses from the Mo Family, as well as so devices specifically targeting Martial Artists.
For example, the Gang-breaking Arrow was a product of the Mo Family. With it in hand, Martial Artists of the Innate Realm could be surrounded and killed by those of the Postnatal Realm. There were even rumors that the Mo Family had researched secret techniques to completely integrate a Martial Artist’s Divine Sense with a chanical Man, in an attempt to achieve a different form of immortality – the truth of such rumors was unknown.
Qing Yu collected his wandering thoughts, applying a little force in his hand to crush the finely made chanical Bird. Its parts scattered on the ground, a small wooden tube remained in Qing Yu’s grasp.
"A chanical Bird carrying a ssage, but who could it be from?"
Qing Yu uncorked the wooden tube, tipping out the rolled-up slip of paper inside.
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