Looking at the tipsy Wu Changming and listening to his complaints, Zhang Chen couldn’t help but sigh. Wu Changming is really an unlucky guy. He managed the Northern Land for decades, only for Gu Mingyue to pick the fruit directly from the tree. Gu Mingyue even has the support of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, leaving Wu Changming unable to retaliate. Even the Great Virtuous Master doesn’t support him; they are favoring Gu Mingyue.
Wu Changming is bitter at heart. He never wanted to cultivate the Yin Spirit Technique, after all, his belief was flourishing everywhere, and his Divine Dao had achieved some success. But at the crucial moment, he was backstabbed internally by the Yellow Heaven Dao.
As Gu Mingyue acquired more beliefs, Wu Changming’s power correspondingly declined with the decrease in belief, leading to stagnation and even regression due to the lack of Power of Faith. This is the downside of Incense Faith; to achieve eternal existence and escape the shackles of belief, one must become an Innate Divine Spirit.
Now is an era of great struggle, and any delay may lead to being abandoned by the times. Wu Changming cannot afford to sit and wait for death. But now, the importance of Incense is recognized by the world, making it unlikely for Wu Changming to leave the Northern Land to preach, as the local monarchs might not permit it.
Therefore, Wu Changming has no choice but to switch to cultivating the Yin Spirit Technique, taking advantage of his Divine Position not having fallen to the ninth level yet, and quickly switching to the Yin Spirit Technique to make up for the loss.
The great avenues of the world are interconnected. Wu Changming’s Incense Dao reached the ninth level, and now looking back at the Yin Spirit Technique from his high vantage point, he can save a lot of effort when cultivating it.
Moreover, Wu Changming is indeed quite relentless. Relying solely on his insights, he forcibly gained insight into the First Heaven of the Spiritual World; he is truly a seed of cultivation.
Wu Changming knows about Zhang Chen’s feud with Prince Pingbian’s Mansion. Tipsy, he pulls Zhang Chen’s hand and complains: "I know why the Great Virtuous Master suppresses me. Isn’t it because of Zhang Shicheng? They want to use me to settle accounts with Zhang Shicheng. Back then, when I participated in the Dragon-slaying battle, what was my goal? Wasn’t it for the Yellow Heaven Dao? Moreover, the decision on the dragon-slaying was made by everyone, but it was just executed by me! Now it’s all sorted out, the Yellow Heaven Dao collaborates with Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, and I’ve become a criminal!"
At this moment, Wu Changming is cursing, leaving Zhang Chen stunned; he didn’t expect such a cause behind it.
And indeed, if Zhang Shicheng successfully accomplished Walking Flood Dragon to Dragon Transformation, at least he would be a tenth-level existence, a true Sea Calming Force of a major faction; how could Wu Changming compare?
Sacrificing one Wu Changming to recruit Zhang Shicheng is undoubtedly a profitable and losing proposition.
Upon hearing Wu Changming’s words, Zhang Chen knew that Wu Changming had already become the abandoned child of the Yellow Heaven Dao.
Zhang Chen listened to Wu Changming and didn’t know how to comfort him. Wu Changming suddenly started spilling the beans: "Don’t look at how Divine Dao is flourishing and now has a sweeping presence, but the downsides of Divine Dao are huge. The poison of Incense can drag the Divine Spirit down. The more Power of Incense one collects, the stronger the poison of Incense becomes, leading to a quicker death. And why does the Great Virtuous Master frequently go into seclusion? Isn’t it because of the troubles caused by the poison of Incense?"
"To resolve the poison of Incense, only by finding the legendary Yellow Spring Water can one cleanse the soul and make oneself completely clear, but... haha..." Wu Changming coldly smiled at this time: "Yellow Spring Water has already become extinct. Let them wait for death! Sooner or later, they will be invaded by the poison of Incense, becoming a shell without wisdom."
That night, Wu Changming cursed and revealed a lot. He was thoroughly drunk, his mouth full of various revelations about the Yellow Heaven Dao.
Listening to Wu Changming’s revelations, Zhang Chen’s thoughts flowed, but he didn’t quite believe that Wu Changming was truly drunk. Reaching Wu Changming’s level of cultivation, how difficult is it to get drunk? This old Daoist seems to want to use Zhang Chen’s mouth to convey information to the Inspection and Supervision Department and the court.
Seeing the flushed face of Wu Changming, Zhang Chen felt a bit strange: "Wu Changming’s mindset seems to... want to betray the Yellow Heaven Dao and lean towards the court?"
"Master, you’re drunk." Zhang Chen helped Wu Changming up and laid him on the bed. Before long, snores sounded, leaving Zhang Chen pondering under the bright moon.
After a night, in the morning, Wu Changming left yawning, as if it wasn’t him who was drunk last night, and not him who exposed the flaws of the Incense Divine Dao.
"The Incense Divine Dao actually has such a flaw, needing Yellow Spring Water to cleanse the poison of Incense?" Zhang Chen watched Wu Changming’s departing figure, feeling quite astonished. He increasingly recognized the importance of Yellow Spring Water now.
"Everyone in the world cultivates Divine Dao; if I were to bring out Yellow Spring Water in the future, wouldn’t I be able to drive those Divine Spirits at will?" Zhang Chen pondered inwardly, reminding himself: ’In the future, Yellow Spring Water must never be casually exposed, as this could lead to fatalities!’
Thinking of this, Zhang Chen turned back and stealthily entered underneath the Daoist Temple to start swallowing Power of Faith. In the past, it required a day’s amount, but now Zhang Chen could only swallow for an hour before having to return to the surface to wait for the Power of Incense to recover.
"Let’s first cultivate the Mountain-moving Technique, as much as I can!"
Zhang Chen opened the Golden Finger Interface, directly clicking to add points for the Mountain-moving Technique. As the points dissolved like a stream, symbol seals appeared out of nowhere on the Pangu Stone, brought to life by the power of the Golden Finger.
After Zhang Chen had blessed himself with three thousand symbol seals, his magical power had reached its limit.
"Can my magical power only apply three thousand symbol seals?" Zhang Chen pondered internally.
However, even though his magical power limit was only three thousand, the interface for adding points did not disappear, not hindering Zhang Chen from adding more points at all?