Chapter 274: Chapter 112: Body and Mind at Ease, Hunting Across the Realm
Manifesting in Great Yong, he also desired this.
But the incense offerings couldn’t reach.
First and foremost was the Lingyi Sect standing in between, and then there was his complete ignorance of the hidden powers within Great Yong.
What could be done about it?
Mysteriously, Li Xuan suddenly recalled Journey to the West from his previous life.
In Journey to the West, the Tang Monk and his disciples journeyed westward, seemingly just those four, yet what massive power struggles lay behind them? Wasn’t it also a battle for incense offerings, a reorganization of power?
In other words, if you were a mortal monarch wishing to conquer lands, you could send troops to attack. But if you wish your incense to spread, don’t you also have to send people? Only those with great perseverance can undertake such a task.
Thinking of this, Li Xuan continued: "Jing Miao, find some children who sincerely believe in Buddha and have faith in me, and nurture them carefully. If possible, I wish to cultivate some Buddha’s disciples."
Buddha’s disciples, in the battle for incense, aren’t they akin to mortal generals?
Jing Miao pressed her palms together and respectfully responded: "Yes."
She was already thoroughly aboard the "pirate ship," with no way off.
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Having satisfied his hunger, Li Xuan quickly returned to the vicinity of the royal city.
This time, he had actually spent a full month cultivating in the deep mountains.
During this month, he focused intensively on cultivation, suppressing his hunger, much like when he previously broke through his demon form.
Now, as he walked amidst the late-summer mountains, he felt refreshed and invigorated, the air was sweet, and even the sunlight that was harsh to mortals seemed gentle.
He carried the Purple Ice Copper garment with one hand, yet he did not wear it!
Despite this, his surroundings were no longer a "spiritually low zone of life."
Simply because he did not get angry.
He had become adept at controlling his emotions, preventing various chaotic spirits from being exposed.
Why was this so?
This might be contributed to the synchronized enhancement of the "agility" attribute.
Agility not only signifies speed but also reaction, among other things. In a sense, this is akin to controlling the spirit, just as a person with strong willpower will not easily let negative emotions spill out.
Similarly, the grass he walked on would no longer be occasionally corroded by fiery poison and turned to scorched earth.
Simply because he was no longer "bloated."
Physical constitution can surpass mere flesh.
Strength can surpass training.
A "bloated" person always tends to sweat easily.
Whereas a regularly trained person does much better.
Unless Li Xuan goes to a place of rolling magma, he might emit fiery poison there too, but in this fresh-aired world, he’s already adept at controlling it.
Though he can control it, he still requires the Purple Ice Copper garment, or even attire made from higher tier spiritual minerals, as only such suppression allows him to interact normally with others.
Suddenly, Li Xuan halted.
He discarded his clothes and exerted his energy.
The surging blood was like lava long suppressed, suddenly bursting toward the sky, and in an instant, the skin beneath him flushed completely red.
Additionally, his flesh turned dense, albeit dense but not bloated.
The fiery poison that flushed red surprisingly dispersed a rolling aura from the pores at his mental command.
This time, as he gradually exerted himself fully, his entire being did not grow bigger or stronger, yet he was thoroughly shrouded in fiery poison.
The fiery poison naturally emitted from his body spread faint red tendrils in the air, enveloping him as if blending with deadly fire mist, transforming him into a demon.
This appearance bore a slight semblance to the "Dark Archon" from the game StarCraft he had played in his previous life, although only in appearance.
His physique remained normal, even the fiery poison within mirrored his original appearance.
Yet this form far surpassed the past.
If he fought the past version of himself, it would resemble a boxer fighting a chubby man.
This fiery poison wasn’t an outflow of power, but rather the aura emanating from his blood, no longer "clogged," with true vitality still residing within the flesh, entirely unweakened.
This "clogging" could be controlled; if entirely blocked, Li Xuan could transform into a giant two fathoms tall; if unclogged, he assumed his current appearance.
However, the blood-red emitted by deadly fiery poison appeared excessively ominous.
Li Xuan pondered alongside the incense for much of the day.
Gradually...
He successfully enveloped the fiery poison in golden brilliance from the incense.
Thus, he transformed from a "frightening blood-colored enshrouded being" into a "radiantly golden figure cloaked in Buddha’s light."
Quite splendid.
’Time to return home.’
Li Xuan glanced at the scorched earth, casually swept away the toxic surface soil to a far-off secluded area, then gathered some surrounding grass to refill the space.
Subsequently, he donned the Purple Ice Copper inner garment, then wrapped himself in a tattered robe, with a stream of incense appearing near the capital city, he strode back home.
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"Daddy~"
Li Xuan had just reached the doorstep when he heard a child’s tender voice.
The little one darted out from inside and leaped into his arms.
Li Xuan embraced her and spun around twice.
Tian Yuan also walked out, worry evident in her voice: "Are you alright?"
Li Xuan asked: "What happened?"
Tian Yuan answered: "The Monarch sent people looking for you, knowing you were cultivating, they left without saying anything.
Fairy Feng has been waiting for you for a long time; she says your current cultivation is quite dangerous.
And you’ve been missing for a month, we... we were a bit worried, too."
Li Xuan knew Sister Yuan always had confidence in him and trusted him, but when "quite dangerous" is voiced by Senior Sister Feng, naturally Sister Yuan would appear calm but worry to the bone.
Li Xuan chuckled: "I’m fine, nothing’s wrong with me, is there?"
Saying this, he spread his arms.
