Seeing that Wen Yan had said so, Lord Zhu didn’t really care about arranging one more Ghost.
He’d already arranged plenty of Ghosts over the years, so one more didn’t matter—as long as they didn’t stir up trouble, anything was negotiable.
As for paying a salary, that didn’t need Wen Yan to worry; Lord Zhu would handle the recruitnt himself.
After chatting for a bit and hanging up, Wen Yan sat alone in the basent.
He lit three sticks of incense for Uncle, Aunt, Grandma, and the naless tablet, then made himself a cushion and sat down in the center.
"Got caught up in a big incident and even beca a key figure—honestly, I’m not feeling secure at all.
So this ti, when I heard that so Ghosts who actually survived over there had co to this world,
I thought I’d better deal with them quickly.
But then I thought about it again—I’d already told the Scorching Sun Departnt, so technically this should be their job.
Why am I rushing to handle it myself?
After eting Tong Si today, I sort of figured out why.
He wants a peaceful life, and so do I. We both want the sa thing.
So, anyone who might ruin that kind of life for us—well, they imdiately beco my enemy.
Now I get why those people are trying to kill .
Honestly, it’s an irreconcilable conflict.
I also realize now that maybe it’s because my Scorching Sun progress is too fast; everyone, no matter which side they’re on, thinks I might be able to finish what the Thirteenth Ancestor left unfinished all those years ago.
I think they’re seriously overthinking it. For fuck’s sake, I haven’t even started actual cultivation.
How the hell am I supposed to carve Scorching Sun into the Celestial Court?
And I really don’t buy that just branding Scorching Sun onto the Celestial Court will cause so massive change.
One more talisman or one less, it’s not going to fundantally change anything.
Even if that talisman is Scorching Sun.
There are so people whose ideas I agree with, at least in principle, but I don’t necessarily buy into how they plan to handle every little thing.
And the changes and effects of an ability depend on the person wielding it, too.
After coming to terms with that these last couple of days, I’m thinking Cai Qidong and the rest are in for a letdown.
But at the sa ti, I’m not about to stand by and let those who want dead watch things go their way, either.
I also don’t really dare talk to anyone about this—what if they find out and I bring trouble right to their door?"
Wen Yan lit a cigarette, stuck one in for each of these folks too.
Half a cigarette later, Wen Yan let out a long breath.
"I’ve thought it over for a long ti and landed on just one path—it fits best with what I really want.
I’m done caring about anyone else’s agenda. I’m just going to do what I think is right.
Those people from Taiyi Observatory were always scared I’d overturn the current system, weren’t they?
But simply going and carving a Scorching Sun talisman into the Celestial Court—how is that even upending anything?
This ti, the founder of Taiyi Observatory ca down in person and personally stripped his own temple of its Impart Teaching qualifications.
That’s when I knew—those Taiyi people, they seriously overthought it.
They don’t even understand their own founder at all.
If I actually had the ability to take down the current system,
I bet none of those who ascended back in the day would try to stop ."
Wen Yan looked at Grandma’s morial photo and picked up an offering pastry.
"Grandma, you’ve really got to watch over a bit. If you weren’t there, I don’t think I’d dare be so bold.
I’m about to do sothing crazy—you’d better have my back, don’t let end up actually dead.
I don’t even have a soul—as in, if I die, I won’t even have the chance to turn into a Ghost."
He then glanced over at the naless tablet.
"Old buddy, I still don’t know who you are, but how about we hustle together?
I always just wanted a stable life, but now that the world’s changed, there’s no way I can stay safe in a crumbling nest.
I’m scared I won’t be able to have peace anymore, even if that’s what I want.
So, I think, the only way is to make sure my fists are big enough and hard enough.
Then all the other stuff is worth talking about."
Wen Yan stood up.
"Let’s set a small goal first: carve my own path, and then push martial arts to the fabled sixth stage."
Wen Yan left the basent and went back to the backyard for martial training.
After the third stage, the Yang Energy had already begun rging with his blood, evolving from its previous rough circulation to finer and finer stages.
The stronger the Yang Energy, the more Wen Yan felt—this might not be all it’s cracked up to be.
Just like when Tuoba Martial God showed up, the Yang Energy surged and spilled out, blanketing dozens of miles around.
It looked terrifying, sure, but it was only good for blasting weaklings; against opponents of the sa level, that much explosive Yang Energy really wasn’t all that useful.
Wen Yan thought of Cai Qidong.
At that ti, when he blessed Cai Qidong with Explosive Great Sun, Wen Yan could swear that overwhelming Yang Energy was way beyond what Cai Qidong could normally take.
But it all only lasted a mont. That imnse Yang Energy, as soon as it burst out, was imdiately drawn back in—barely any of it was wasted.
And with that, Cai Qidong, whether in realm, control, or power output, was clearly an entire tier above Qin Kun.
That’s not a gap you can just brute-force your way through with raw power.
This is the level Wen Yan wants to reach now.
The first step is to make absolutely sure that not a single ounce of his power gets wasted.
Wen Yan patted the gray cloth wrapped around him, put down the Chunjun Mace, and set it aside.
"Seeing the stuff you wrap up, it looks like you can seal away its aura, fluctuations, and power, right?"
The gray cloth did nothing in response.
"Now I want you to wrap around , seal all my power inside my body.
You can absorb as much as you can handle—it’s all yours.
Don’t give that crap about not being able to absorb anything. You’re not sticking to the Celestial Sword Master just for fun, are you?"
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