Since eight sticks of incense have already been burned, only one remains to reach nine. Naturally, the thought of entering the realm of nine sticks of incense arises, and the desire for incense flas grows much more intense than before.
"That’s nine sticks of incense, after all."
Now, Zhao Wuya has absorbed Mo Tingsheng’s Buddha energy with such great effect, which naturally gives Lady Hong Guan and the Painter so ideas as well.
"In Yellow Field Prefecture, we don’t have much, but we do have an abundance of Lao Jiang. Within the prefecture, there are quite a few necromancers and Corpse Chasing Masters. The rest are devoted to hunting Buddha Country folk."
Lady Hong Guan spoke with a trace of excitent.
As everyone discussed their grand plans for amassing incense flas in the future, Fifth Senior Brother remarked, "Food Heaven has been brought out."
Everyone imdiately stopped talking and crowded around to look. In Fifth Senior Brother’s hand was a pulsing lump of flesh.
On the lump of flesh was a massive mouth, bared with snarling teeth at the group.
"So this is Food Heaven? Its cultivation isn’t very high."
Previously, when they saw Mo Tingsheng’s corpse, the eyes of the Blood Well inside Zhou Xuan’s Secret Well—the awakened ones numbering roughly ten—had eagerly desired this three-stick incense sacrifice.
But upon seeing Food Heaven, only two or three eyes from the Blood Well Taoist Temple opened, and even those looked dull and lifeless, evidently unimpressed by this sacrifice. It didn’t even compare to the three-stick incense Mo Tingsheng.
"Thirty years as an Alien Ghost, and yet it hasn’t matured."
Both the God Traveling Departnt and the Bone Elder Association were well-versed in Alien Ghosts.
One of the God Traveling Departnt’s tasks was to hunt down Alien Ghosts.
The Bone Elder Association delved deeply into Jing Country’s secrets, with Alien Ghosts being one of their primary research focuses.
Thus, the Painter, Music Master, and Lady Hong Guan imdiately discerned that Food Heaven had not grown.
"I’m always being compelled by Mr. Feng to use Human World No Distance; I haven’t had spare incense flas to grow."
Food Heaven appeared exceedingly cooperative.
It wriggled its enormous mouth and directed its words at Zhou Xuan: "Your eldest senior brother’s illness wasn’t caused by —it was the mist spread by Yunwu Venerable into the Corridor River thirty years ago that hard him."
"How can it be cured?"
"Your eldest senior brother’s body is decaying, yet he’s still alive. He craves fresh blood and raw at—why haven’t you figured out that he’s undergoing zombification?"
Food Heaven’s words were a wake-up call to the drears.
"That’s right, those odd behaviors of Eldest Senior Brother—they’re just like Lao Jiang!" Lv Mingkun suddenly ca to this realization.
"Since it’s zombification, how do we treat it?"
"With Buddha energy from Buddha Country folk."
Food Heaven explained, "The bodies of Buddha Country people consist mainly of two kinds of energy: Buddha energy and Jiang Qi. Jiang Qi grants them the Vajra Body, while Buddha energy allows them to wield grand and magnificent Buddhist Divine Power.
But why don’t Buddha Country folk resemble Lao Jiang? It’s only because Buddha energy suppresses Jiang Qi. Your eldest senior brother’s illness is the sa principle."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan felt inwardly relieved—it seed there was a cure for Eldest Senior Brother’s condition.
Yet, this Food Heaven—why was it cooperating so readily?
"I beg the God Traveling Departnt to arrest and take to the Capital City. I am willing to undergo Jing Country’s conditioning, as long as I can stay alive."
Food Heaven revealed its desire.
The Painter looked toward Zhou Xuan, seeking his opinion.
Zhou Xuan, in turn, asked the Painter: "Old Hua, do the Alien Ghosts captured by the God Traveling Departnt always get sent to the Capital City?"
"Correct."
"What does the Capital City want with these Alien Ghosts?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"Young Master, most Tangkou branches in Jing Country link closely with Alien Ghosts. Where do these Alien Ghosts co from? They are conditioned by the Capital City,
swearing loyalty to Jing Country and offering their skills to Jing Country folk. Naturally, Jing Country preserves their lives in return."
"Were the Alien Ghosts that ascended to the Heavenly Do also conditioned?"
"They were the first batch of Alien Ghosts to pledge allegiance to Jing Country."
The Painter added, "Of course, Jing Country doesn’t condition just any Alien Ghost—it only keeps those with value.
So within the Capital City is the Judgent Ghost Bureau, whose role is to assess the cultivation paths of Alien Ghosts and determine whether they hold significant value.
Valuable ones are kept, while worthless ones are executed outright. Typically, Alien Ghosts brought to the Capital City have only a one-third chance of survival."
Zhou Xuan listened with great emotions; no wonder even the Alien Ghost "Ten Fingers," who had once fought against his elder sister, had requested to be sent to the Capital City.
"I am valuable."
Food Heaven declared, "Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng took away my cultivation path, calling it ’kidnapper’... but my cultivation path’s function lies in assassination. Jing Country needs to train nurous assassins, so my path is highly valuable."
Zhou Xuan pondered for a while—it truly seed to be the case.
The first stick of incense in the kidnapper path was "Wind under the Feet," allowing disciples to develop extraordinary speed, fast enough to reach Mr. Feng’s level and assassinate four Bone Elders in a single day.
The second stick of incense was "Stepping on Grass Without Trace," enabling silent movent while running.
The third stick of incense was "Gecko Wall-Crawling," which grew barbs under the feet to traverse high walls.
These techniques were clearly designed for assassination.
"Its value is undeniably high, but I still have so questions I need you to answer."
"I know what you want to ask—the one who polluted the Mingjiang Ancestor Dragon is indeed my offspring, ’Cannibal.’"
"You’re cooperating this much?"
"Why wouldn’t I cooperate?" Food Heaven suddenly roared, "After I descended to Jing Country, I found a host—Mr. Dai. He is a loyal man. If he had nurtured for a few years, I could have matured and detached from his body, eventually becoming a humanoid Alien Ghost.
But unfortunately, Mr. Feng ca along and imprisoned within his body. All these years—do you know what freedom even feels like?
I, an Alien Ghost, have been treated by you Jing Country humans like a watchdog guarding your house."
Zhou Xuan heard this and nearly burst into laughter.
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