The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 89 Imperial Edict for the Burning of Incense
Zhou Yan slept well.

Perhaps it was because they were finally living inside a house instead of sleeping outdoors. Yin Zichuan's small courtyard wasn't very big, but it was still much better than them sleeping outdoors.

At least you don't have to worry about mosquito bites.

Mosquitoes in autumn can kill people.

Zhou Yan's skin wasn't thick enough that even the black and white striped mosquitoes of autumn couldn't bite through it.

It's also possible that having money in hand makes them feel secure.

Even the most unruly young knight-errant felt much more at ease knowing he had a house in Chang'an and 20,000 bushels of rice in his pocket.

When Zhou Yan woke up, Shen Cangming had already woken up and was wiping his sword. Shen Cangming meticulously maintained his weapons every day, and Zhou Yan had also developed this habit and wanted to maintain the weapons in his hands.

Zhou Yan's fighting style, combat skills and habits, and even his intuitive, wild, direct and fierce fighting logic, were all brought out by Shen Cangming.

Shen Cangming simply said that every border soldier was like that.

Zhou Yan thought that was the case.

Border troops are really strict.

It's a pity that the second sword is also about to break.

Zhou Yan planned to withdraw money today and buy some things on the way back. While rummaging through his package, he saw the vermilion fruit.

In Zhou Yan's eyes, the fruit emitted a faint crimson light, indicating it was a rare medicinal herb. Zhou Yan looked at Shen Cangming, who was sitting cross-legged peacefully, and said, "Uncle Shen."

Shen Cangming asked, "What?"

Zhou Yan asked, "Will this fruit be of any use to you?"

Zhou Yan knew that Shen Cangming's eyes and severed arm were actually tormented by the immense demonic power left behind by the Qingming Fangzhu, causing him excruciating pain that felt like being slowly sliced ​​to death. He saw the spiritual essence of the Vermilion Fruit and hoped it could help Shen Cangming's injuries.

Shen Cangming looked at him, his eyes softening slightly, but he simply shook his head and said, "This item is beneficial to magical power. My injuries are unrelated to magical power. The magical power of the Ninth-Rank Beacon Tower is insufficient, and it needs to be supplemented by external forces. The effects of the Hundred-Year Vermilion Fruit on me are ordinary, but it is more important to you."

“Perfect timing, you’ve eaten this Vermilion Fruit here, I’ll protect you.”

"Absorb as much of the medicinal properties as possible."

Shen Cangming was worried that Zhou Yan would go to the beach fair and sell the Zhu Guo to buy medicine for his injuries.

At Shen Cangming's instruction, Zhou Yan ate the vermilion fruit.

With a slight thought, he switched to the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman.

When ordinary people swallow spiritual herbs, there is always some loss during absorption. That's why there is alchemy. On the one hand, it is to condense the medicinal power, and on the other hand, it is to use different medicinal materials to assist the Xuan Guan's ability to better absorb the medicinal properties of these spiritual herbs.

However, Zhou Yan, with the help of the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman, had no such problem at all.

He eats everything with gusto, and he even swallows the fruit pits.

The Hungry Ghost's ability devours everything but cannot retain anything, while Zhou Yan's flesh and blood can be retained. The two complement each other, and even the core of the century-old Vermilion Fruit was completely destroyed. Zhou Yan stood on the ground and digested the medicinal power of the Vermilion Fruit.

Clench your fist and feel the gathering of magical power.

More than double what it was before!
With his current magical power, Zhou Yan could have the Kitchen God prepare a feast for seven people in one go.

Fengsui's signature move, the Fiery Slash, could probably be used by Zhou Yan with three consecutive strikes before he would be completely exhausted. Shen Cangming asked him to extend his hand and estimated the power.

The efficiency with which it absorbs the Vermilion Fruit is nothing short of perfect.

According to the records Shen Cangming had read, Li Siye's absorption effect was the highest, with his magical power doubling when he reached the ninth rank. Now it seems that Zhou Yan's absorption effect is no less impressive.

It even slightly surpasses it!
Yes, you can eat it.

That's truly exceptional talent.

Zhou Yan's magical power has risen from the lowest level among the ninth-rank Xuan officials, Fengsui, to a roughly average level.

They can be compared to the mystical officials such as [Sorcerer], [Alchemist], and [Alchemist].

Zhou Yan clenched his fist and hung the wine jug on his leather belt. The tiger blood ointment could be temporarily relegated to the sidelines. In this way, his combat ability was restored. However, the blade of the knife was twisted and could not be used.

The blade needs to be replaced, but it doesn't matter.

Got money!
Zhou Yan felt the improvement in his magical power and subconsciously exclaimed, "Uncle Shen, what do you think? If we had countless Vermilion Fruits, wouldn't we be able to raise our magical power to a very high level?"

Shen Cangming said, "No."

Zhou Yan: "Huh?"

Shen Cangming was already used to communicating with Zhou Yan and understood the meaning behind each word Zhou Yan spoke. So he pointed to the water urn outside and said succinctly, "Magic power is based on the soul. The body and soul of a ninth-rank Xuan official are like this water urn, and magic power is the water inside."

"Beacon towers are not skilled in magic, and water jars are sturdy, but they contain less water."

"Taoist sects are skilled in rituals, and their water urns are a bit fragile, but they contain a lot of water."

"But no matter how much there is, it can't exceed the water jar."

Zhou Yan pondered for a moment and said, "What if we force ourselves to consume too many spiritual herbs?"

Shen Cangming said, "If there is too much water in the water jar, it will overflow. If the acupoints are blocked to prevent the magic power from leaking out, the water jar will naturally crack."

"Many people do not have further Xuanguan inheritance and use this method to improve their magic power. Not to mention that the precious medicine that can increase magic power is rare, even if they take it, some will suffer soul shattering because their soul cannot bear the magic power."

Don't be greedy.

"Stop when you feel your magic power is full."

Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

Shen Cangming said, "This time, let's find a knife and refine it first."

"An eighth-rank Xuan official, after being refined, can draw blood to restore his strength."

"Ah."

Zhou Yan went to see Yin Zichuan. A day had passed, and Yin Zichuan had finally composed himself. He thought that he could spend some time with Lian Niang. While chatting with Lian Niang, Zhou Yan cast a spell.

Jade Talisman - Kitchen God's Divine Power. Last time it consumed one-third of my magical power; this time it's only one-seventh.

The depleted mana was quickly restored thanks to the replenishment from the earth's ley lines.

A delicious meal was naturally prepared. The food, cooked by the Kitchen God himself, was steaming hot and full of the warmth of everyday life. Lian Niang ate half a bowl of noodles and said, "It's really delicious. My husband's cooking skills are excellent."

Zhou Yan remained unfazed.

Yes.

How come the food made by Shen Tong isn't my cooking?
After dinner, Hui Niang went to keep Lian Niang company. Zhou Yan stretched and practiced his swordsmanship for a while before heading to the Chamber of Commerce to collect the flying money. The power of the Mountain God had changed, and Li Zhiwei's voice echoed in his dream.

"Zhou Yan, I'm almost done here."

The girl lay on her side on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

As for Zhou Yan's portrait of the mountain god, Li Zhiwei had previously found a brazier and thrown the portrait into it, burning it as a tribute to the mountain god Zhou Yan. She also found a small snack and stuck it on a chopstick.

Grilling it over a fire warms the pastry, making it fragrant and the filling even sweeter.

As I ate, I saw the portrait completely burned, and I used my chopsticks to scrape it off.

After confirming that not a single grain of sand was left inside, he waved his hand.

It's a bit sticky.

When Li Zhiwei burned this painting, she followed the proper procedures for offerings to the mountain god, ensuring that the incense's auspicious energy would directly point to Zhou Yan. Only then did she return to bed, turn to her side, and enter a dream, leaving her own message behind.

She had already shown the dream that Zhou Yan had previously revealed, in which Hei Feng revealed his identity, to the Prince of Guangping using the [Round Light Manifestation Method]. This dream was not about the Pei family, but about the relationship between Hei Feng and the Master of Qingming Workshop.

All attacks that strike the Pei family will be the result of the Pei family's previous attacks on the Shuofang Army.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Prince of Guangping. This time, his military order was swift and decisive, halting the Pei family's actions.

"Pei Xuanbao, Pei Angju has been temporarily suppressed."

"The Pei family began to refute this, saying that it was only one person's opinion."

“Now, my father and the others have sent people to Misty Peak to gather intelligence. Zhou Yan, it’s up to you.”

Zhou Yan's peaceful daily life was disrupted. He looked at Shen Cangming, who had lost an arm, and saw the man sitting in the courtyard, basking in the cool autumn sun, preparing to make some ointment to restore his magic power, while thinking about what he had discussed with Li Zhiwei.

Li Zhiwei has taken the risk and successfully completed the task she was required to accomplish.

At that time, the consensus between the two idea kings was that he was responsible for strengthening Wuyin Peak. Now, the Pei family's pursuers have been stopped, and the Pei family's previous arrogance has become a boomerang about to be inserted into his body.

All Zhou Yan needed to do was make the boomerang stab even harder.

He had another thought in his mind.

Zhou Yan told Shen Cangming that he was going out to fetch something, and Ao Xuantao accompanied him. When they reached the ancient locust tree market, Zhou Yan suddenly asked:

"Elder Ao, how long will it take you to go to Misty Peak?"

Ao Xuantao was puzzled, but still answered, "There are also tributaries of the Jing River at Wuyin Peak. Although I have not yet been able to transform into a dragon and have not been able to completely control the Jing River system, I can use water escape techniques to walk alone in the Jing River."

"A short trip by waterway is enough."

Zhou Yan said, "There's still time."

"Could you help me deliver this to the vicinity of Misty Peak?"

The ancient locust village is still peaceful, and the lives of the people are gradually returning to normal.

At this moment, the elite Xuan officers of the Shuofang Army reined in their horses and waited. Secret agents from the government were searching for evidence. The Pei family's secret plan to erase the evidence of Wuyin Peak was like an undercurrent surging towards Wuyin Peak in Zhongnan Mountain.

Each had its own agenda. The Shuofang Army, the Longwu Army, and the Modao Army were all unwilling to pursue Shen Cangming any longer. The Pei family was caught in a vortex, and Lord Guo and the Crown Prince wanted to force the Pei family to relinquish their interests. Amidst the turmoil in Chang'an, two figures were lurking in the shadows.

Zhou Yan pointed his fingers together, and in his sea of ​​consciousness, next to the imperial edict, the image of the mountain god appeared. Although he realized that this thing was burned for him by Li Zhiwei, which made Zhou Yan feel a little strange, it was indeed the incense smoke of tens of thousands of households in Chang'an.

The previous efforts to prevent Qingming Fangzhu from spying had already consumed a significant amount of the imperial edict seal.

The power of incense cannot be quickly regenerated.

If we take one thousand households as a unit, then this incense offering is for thirty units.

Most of it was used up before, and now only five units of incense remain.

Zhou Yan pointed his fingers and, using the power of incense offerings, wrote the character "敕" (imperial edict) on the paper.

The strong aroma of incense is a standard method used by righteous deities.

But as he put pen to paper, the image of the imperial edict and seal transforming into a stream of light and intercepting the six divine wills flashed through his mind. So his finger paused and then touched the paper.

boom! ! !
In an instant, the incense offerings and good fortune provided by a thousand households were consumed.

The character 【敕】 suddenly became heavy!

Ao Xuantao felt that the piece of paper in his hand had become very heavy.

He looked at Zhou Yan with a solemn expression. Zhou Yan withdrew his finger and said, "Then, Xuan Tao, I'll trouble you to send this thing to Wuyin Peak... directly to the government and the royal family."

Let's add another fuel to the fire.

Ao Xuantao solemnly agreed.

Then it disappeared, leaving behind a faint sound of ripples and low murmurs in the air.

The Mountain Lord's Edict.

The Dragon King delivers the imperial edict!

Zhou Yan rolled up his sleeves, thinking of Pei Xuanbao, and withdrew his fingers.

By now.

The boy thought for a moment and decided to go get the money first.
(End of this chapter)