603 It's been so long since we last met, I miss you terribly.
Amidst the swirling smoke of incense, devout believers knelt gently before Liu Qianqian's golden statue, clasped their hands together, and closed their eyes in prayer.
His face was filled with reverence and prayer for Liu Qianqian, hoping to obtain a trace of incense ash to ward off evil spirits and protect him from being haunted by ghosts.
After praying, gently reach out and carefully pick up a wisp of incense ash from the incense burner, just a tiny bit, no more, no less.
The incense ash in the City God Temple, after burning for a long time, has become fine and soft, as if it contains Liu Qianqian's sacred power.
Then, gently place the incense ash into a prepared, exquisite little bag and carry it close to your body.
A single wisp of incense ash became his talisman, capable of warding off evil spirits and saving his life in critical moments.
A martial artist with a sword at his waist stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his face resolute, and his eyes shining with a firm and clear light.
He walked slowly and solemnly to the golden statue of Liu Qianqian, knelt down solemnly, put his hands together, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, City God. Only through your grace could I escape the evil spirit's spell and avoid being consumed by carnage," he whispered in thanks, his voice filled with deep respect and the terror of narrowly escaping death.
Even now, a hint of lingering fear still flickers in his eyes, as if recalling that thrilling moment.
He continued to mutter to himself, "Ten days ago, as usual, I passed by a familiar mountain god temple, intending to go in and pray for peace."
Unexpectedly, the temple housed a statue of an evil god who attempted to bewitch me, leading me to become a sacrifice and plunge me into an abyss of slaughter.
He paused, took a deep breath, and continued softly, "Fortunately, the incense ash from the City God woke me up in time, allowing me to escape this calamity."
Today, I have brought fruits and offerings to express my gratitude. I hope that the City God will accept my thanks, and I also hope that you will continue to protect us common folk, so that we will not be misled by evil spirits.
As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if a golden holy aura emanated from Liu Qianqian's golden statue, shining as brightly as the sun, illuminating the entire temple in a magnificent golden light.
As if dispelling darkness and evil, the golden holy energy enveloped him, bringing an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility. The martial artist suddenly felt something rapidly fleeing from his body.
The scream still seemed to echo in his ears, filling the martial artist with terror. It was as if the scream was still reverberating in his mind, preventing him from calming down.
After the screams, I felt a sudden sense of relief, as if some heavy, terrible thing had been eliminated.
He had been having nightmares for the past few days, and now he felt a sense of relief.
I took a deep breath and felt as if my soul had been cleansed, the gloom that had been lurking within me had been dispelled, and I had become clear-headed.
He immediately kowtowed three times and whispered, "Thank you, City God, for saving my life again!"
Liu Qianqian's body has solidified, and she is no longer afraid of the separation between Yin and Yang. She can hear and fly about human affairs. In recent days, there have been noticeably more people coming to seek the power of incense offerings.
They were all bodyguards and merchants traveling outside the border town.
He thought to himself with astonishment, 'How can there be so many statues of evil gods!'
During this period, he became the City God, received the power of incense offerings, and gradually understood, as he gained a deeper understanding of the evil god statues, that these statues were not simply made of clay or stone.
It must contain some kind of evil power, and it needs to consume a lot of energy to maintain its existence and influence.
This energy, like the power of one's own incense offerings, is an indispensable source of strength.
Nodding slightly, she flew towards Shen Lang's residence.
Upon arriving at the mansion and hearing the sounds inside, her face flushed slightly, but she didn't hesitate much.
A black mini skirt, the smoothness of silk, alluring and captivating!
Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and her long, graceful legs stood tall and elegant!
He opened the door and rushed inside, temporarily putting the matter of what had just happened behind him.
It's only been a few days, but it feels like it's been a long time since we last met. I miss it so much!
Within the Fire Spirit Sect, the head of the Yu family presented this year's contributions and came to pay respects to his family's ancestors. It was thanks to the existence of their ancestor, the Martial Emperor, that the Yu family, despite some setbacks, remained powerful.
Although he had to give up some benefits to govern the entire Nanhe Prefecture, he kept the lion's share and ate his fill.
As a result, the descendants in the family had more resources, and naturally, they also had more to offer as tribute to this ancestor.
Eighty percent of the resources need to be handed over to one's ancestors. Of course, these resources are not to be swallowed up by the ancestors alone. As for who the ancestors need to give them to, that is not something one can ask.
Every few years, some talented young members of the clan can join the Fire Spirit Sect and enjoy the abundant spiritual energy of the sect's blessed land, making their cultivation twice as effective.
The Fire Spirit Cult is not a place for ordinary people to join. Unless one is an exceptionally talented genius, the ordinary spots have already been snapped up.
The place is rich in spiritual energy, making it an excellent place for cultivation. Spirit stones are also distributed regularly. The pure spiritual energy can be absorbed to replenish spiritual energy consumption and can also be used for cultivation. Its uses are truly rare.
Within the family, there are many disciples, but the number of spots is limited. Unless one is an exceptionally talented genius, there are only two or three spots available. If one's aptitude is too poor, one can only spend a few years as an outsider.
This situation caused a major uproar among the clans over who would get the quota.
Those with exceptional talent need no selection, but ordinary geniuses face a truly fierce and intense competition.
Compared to the Southern River Prefecture, for these young disciples, joining the Fire Spirit Sect means a future that may be limitless, with the possibility of becoming a Martial King or Martial Emperor.
A good teacher, a good teacher, and even more profound cultivation methods, transforming one's body and soul, extending lifespan to two hundred, five hundred, or even a thousand years—how tempting that would be!
The key is that when you enter a few years ago, under the protection of the Fire Spirit Sect, you can cultivate in peace, achieve twice the results with half the effort, and be safe and undisturbed.
Inside the cave, the servants were dismissed, leaving only the old steward. Yu Jinghu, the patriarch of the Yu family, sat upright on a soft chair, with a soft tiger skin underneath him. This was the skin of a seventh-level demon king tiger.
Even now, seeing this tiger skin, the head of the Yu family still feels a sense of dread. Every hair on the tiger skin seems to contain profound demonic power, shimmering with a faint light, as if telling the story of its past glory and honor.
This tiger skin is truly an excellent material. If a skilled craftsman were to carefully craft this tiger skin into soft armor or amulets, it would surely possess a seventh-tier quality, providing powerful protection and capable of withstanding a fatal blow.
The head of the Yu family slowly lowered his head, waiting respectfully. He had broken through to the Martial King realm thanks to the great help of this ancestor. Without the breakthrough pill provided by the ancestor, he would probably have no hope of breaking through in this lifetime.
The breakthrough cinnabar is as white as snow, and the materials used for refining it are extremely rare.
The main ingredient is the Corpse Pill, which is used to refine various spiritual herbs. Of course, I know what the Corpse Pill is, but it is normal for some people who are like ants to sacrifice themselves.
Otherwise, given one's own aptitude, even if one practices for several more years, it will still be difficult to break through.
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