Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 22: Chapter 21: White Bone Temple? White Moon Temple?

Han Yu was immersed in a mystical aura, the Glazed Bottle in his mind joyously bouncing around.

When the Qi Fortune gathered to a certain extent, the Glazed Bottle swallowed it all in one gulp.

Glass burped in his mind, its voice like that of an overfed child.

After the Qi Fortune was nurtured in the Glazed Bottle for a moment, it gradually emitted Profound Yellow Qi from the bottle mouth, swiftly enveloping the bottle and using the Profound Yellow Qi to refine itself.

”Where’s the fire series divine technique you mentioned?”

Watching eagerly, Han Yu couldn’t help but urge.

”What’s the hurry? Wait a bit longer,” Glass said in its childlike voice.

The bottle’s body, after a period of refining, became gradually saturated, and it swallowed the remaining Profound Yellow Qi back in.

Poof!

Like when the mind was on fire last time, a mass of Profound Yellow matter was sprayed from the bottle mouth, exploding into an even more intense flame than before.

The fire not only burned the bottle but also refined Han Yu’s consciousness, binding him even closer to the Glazed Bottle.

As the flame gradually shrank, it slowly formed a lotus-shaped flame,

”Try to extract it like you would a pill,” Glass reminded.

Han Yu urgently attempted to envision extracting the flame, and soon a red flame appeared in his palm.

Han Yu’s face turned black, ”Is this the fire series divine technique you mentioned? What’s this little flame good for? Starting a fire to cook or lighting a lamp?”

”There’s no such thing as something for nothing. You need to cultivate it.”

Han Yu’s face turned even darker, gritting his teeth, ”I took the Life Creation Pill and can’t cultivate. What’s the use of this divine technique for me?”

”Who said you can’t cultivate? Your cultivation is me!” Glass said with a smile.

”As long as I get feedback, I will feed some back to you, making your divine technique continuously stronger.”

Minzhou City.

It had been two days since the Xiao Family incident, but the buzz continued to climb, with bystanders standing afar each day to steal a glance.

Some saw two Celestial Water Sect disciples dragging a corpse out of the Xiao Family the day of the incident.

”Isn’t that the girl who broke off the engagement?”

Someone recognized Qiu Susu.

The shrewd ones pieced together the events, from the engagement break to the losses and the subsequent killings, realizing both sides suffered casualties with no real winner.

This was undeniably lamentable.

Amid the ruins, Xiao Shui stood alone in the desolate scenery. The Xiao Mansion was nearly destroyed.

Lu Dayou walked in, coughing lightly a few times.

”Lord Lu.”

Xiao Shui cupped his fists in greeting. Although Lu Dayou was simply performing his duty in protecting the Xiao Family, Xiao Shui was immensely grateful.

Lu Dayou was dressed in a loose robe today, still pale, but he felt well enough to come to the scene, both emotionally and rationally.

”What are your plans?”

Lu Dayou asked in a deep voice as he came alongside.

”Rebuild the Xiao Family.” Xiao Shui looked bitterly at the collapsed pavilions around him, smiling wryly.

Lu Dayou sighed, patting his shoulder, ”Find a place where they can’t find you! This place is untenable, for the Xiao Family’s and Minzhou City’s sake.”

The Celestial Water Sect had lost an Elder in the Divine Gaze Realm, setting both sides at an irreconcilable hatred; when they return, it won’t be just a few individuals, but perhaps the whole sect.

A single Seeking Death Taoist could press the Xiao Family to this point. The entire Celestial Water Sect would ensure its destruction.

Xiao Shui remained silent for a long time before nodding slowly, sighing, ”I understand, I’ll leave tomorrow.”

”What did it cost you this time?”

Before leaving, Lu Dayou finally asked out of curiosity, knowing that Xiao Shui’s changes that day, along with Han Yu’s presence, suggested that Han Yu must have provided more medicine.

”Ten years of Qi Fortune!” Xiao Shui said nonchalantly, but Lu Dayou felt goosebumps rise.

Ten years of Qi Fortune, thirty years of bad fortune, just thinking about thirty years of misfortune was chilling; he wouldn’t sleep well for half his life.

It’s not thirty years; there are nine years before that, losing thirteen years of Qi Fortune.

He has thirteen years of Qi Fortune!

Lu Dayou realized immediately, looking at Xiao Shui with a different gaze.

Having thirteen years of Qi Fortune, favored by heaven and earth.

If those years weren’t lost, his future status would be unshakable.

He looked at Xiao Shui with overwhelming regret.

”I’m thinking about maybe asking Lord Lu for a pill in exchange for some Qi Fortune.”

Han Yu smacked his lips, suddenly thinking of Lu Dayou.

Because Glass mentioned that individuals with great Qi Fortune were rare, typically loved by fortune itself.

Others could only receive normal pill feedback, with gradual and steady progress, accumulating bits over time.

Han Yu was eager to set the spark that would blaze across the plain, immediately turning his attention to Lu Dayou.

”Forget him! That one year of Qi Fortune he had was only because of the backing of the dynasty, and now it’s been exhausted.” Glass said with a disdainful tone.

On the winding path, Han Yu once again lay on the back of a Big Yellow Ox. Since it was too difficult to find a horse in all of Minzhou Prefecture, there was an abundance of oxen instead.

The ox had its advantages; on rough paths like these, it walked as if on flat ground, and the steady ox-back was quite comfortable for him.

He lay back, gazing at the sky, gradually seeing a pointed tower, which grew clearer over time, then saw the tower itself.

It was a nine-story tower on which he could see intricate carvings and paintings outside, with chanting sounds floating from within.

It turned out to be a temple, and Han Yu immediately lost interest.

Just as he was preparing to turn the ox around with a rope, his chest suddenly moved slightly.

Curious, he took out the item. It was the token from the Independent Cultivator Self-Improvement Sect that Yi Xian had given him. If he remembered correctly, it could also be used to request help.

He held the token, turning it in all directions, and it began to jump rapidly when pointed at the tall tower.

There really was someone calling for help.

The fact that there was a call for help coming from a temple where chanting and Buddhist practices took place felt contradictory.

As he continued forward, a small temple appeared in front of him,

The place wasn’t large, with four or five rooms on the east side and a few small lofts to the south, the rest being the nine-story tower. Standing outside the temple, he felt as if the Brahma sound was whispering near his ear.

”White Bone Temple?”

Standing at the gate, Han Yu saw the sign, feeling as if he was seeing things. Upon a second glance, he felt it read ”White Moon Temple.”

Was it White Bone Temple or White Moon Temple?

Standing at the gate, he gently knocked, and soon a Little Novice came to answer.

When the door opened, a childish-looking Little Novice stood at the door, cupping his hands cautiously, ”Salutations, benefactor.”

Han Yu blinked, quickly making up a reason, ”Little master, I got lost in the mountains, exhausted and thirsty. Could I come in to drink some water and rest?”

The Little Novice looked at him, seemingly a bit hesitant, ”Please wait a moment, I’ll go ask the abbot.”

Saying so, the door closed again, and he could hear the Little Novice running inside.

Han Yu rubbed his nose, waiting outside.

A moment later, the Little Novice opened the door, with an apologetic expression, ”The Abbot said this is a remote temple and does not accommodate guests. If you head west down the mountain for half an hour, there’s a farmstead there.”

With that, the door closed again.

A temple that does not accommodate guests is indeed intriguing.

There are ways other than entering through the gate, after all.

Climbing over a wall can’t be that difficult, so he found a discreet spot and jumped over.

The surroundings were silent, not even a trace of the Little Novice from before.

Han Yu crouched and approached the tall tower along the wall. The Brahma sound resonated louder.

At the tower’s base, a group of monks of various ages sat in a circle, chanting in unison following an old monk in the center.

The Little Novice from earlier was among them.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with this scene.

But the token in his chest was vibrating ever faster.

Was the person inside?