Dream Entry

The Demon Encounter Hour, when Yin and Yang transition.

Li Qing Feng finished his cultivation for the day and lay on his bed.

Illuminated by the faint light of the oil lamp on the table, he tossed and turned, organizing the Venerable Soul Banner.

His gaze was unfocused, his mind already wandering far away.

The handover task, which happened once every ten years, meant the Immortal Master in Eight Directions City was finally leaving. He had also promised to take away a group of people with Immortal Fate.

It was just a pity that this news had come a full four months late.

"Soul Banner, should I really go meet the Orthodox Path Immortal Master who guards the Prefecture City?"

Li Qing Feng was both eager to meet someone from the same path but also worried about the issue with his cultivation technique.

The issue of one's lineage was not a small matter.

For many, the kind of master they apprenticed under would brand them for life.

Could one easily change their sect or lineage?

Moreover, he had Five Spiritual Roots.

Without using Demonic Path cultivation techniques, could he still cultivate quickly?

The side effects of the Blood Fiend Great Method were already considered minor. It only required Blood Fiend Qi to assist in cultivation, allowing one to rapidly accumulate Magic Power.

The drawback was that Blood Fiend Qi affected one's mind, making it easy to develop Malice.

Most Orthodox Path immortal methods were known for their balanced and peaceful nature.

Hearing Li Qing Feng's murmuring, Tu Shan Jun showed no reaction.

Although Tu Shan Jun already had an idea when this question arose, he still thought about it carefully.

In the end, he still clearly opposed Li Qing Feng contacting Orthodox Path cultivators, at least not now.

A moment later, light snoring could be heard in the room.

Five Treasures blew out the oil lamp, closed the door, and went to the side room to sleep.

Li Qing Feng, lying on the bed, had a steady breath and clutched the Venerable Soul Banner tightly.

This happened to provide convenience for Tu Shan Jun.

"Dream Entry."

The dream was not complex.

Tu Shan Jun only needed to replicate a scene.

The scene he replicated was an open space on a mountain peak.

Clouds and mist swirled, and the sky was clear and bright.

All around were sheer cliffs, as if the entire world was reduced to this small patch of land.

Li Qing Feng felt like he was falling. He opened his eyes mid-fall and appeared on this inexplicable mountain peak.

At the edge of the clouds and mist stood a figure with their back to him.

Since the scene had been constructed and the Banner Master had entered the dream, a suitable identity was needed.

Tu Shan Jun considered whether to use Zhao Shi Xian's identity.

Since Li Qing Feng had buried Zhao Shi Xian and built him a tomb, and had also obtained Zhao Shi Xian's Cultivation Technique and Magic Tool, he should feel close to Zhao Shi Xian and might even regard him as a master.

If he made contact with this identity, it would undoubtedly yield twice the result with half the effort.

But then, Tu Shan Jun dismissed the idea.

Using a lie as the foundation for everything would often require countless lies to cover up, and there would naturally be cracks.

If he entered as an aloof expert, it would seem too inexplicable.

As long as Li Qing Feng's logic was sound, he would wonder why there was an immortal in his dream.

Five Spiritual Roots were considered Fake Spiritual Roots.

Aloof experts would never pay attention to someone with such talent.

In the end, he might only lean towards the idea of spirits or ghosts, thinking he had been possessed.

Therefore, after contemplating, Tu Shan Jun decided to meet Li Qing Feng in the original appearance of the Master Soul.

Li Qing Feng felt that the figure's back was very familiar.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the clouds and mist thinned.

The figure turned around.

A green face with red pupils, and disheveled red hair.

It was exactly the appearance of a ferocious Evil Ghost.

Li Qing Feng was instantly startled and turned to flee.

But then he remembered what happened at noon. The more this kind of situation occurred, the less he should run.

He was about to use his magic power, but he found that he couldn't seem to mobilize it.

The inability to mobilize his magic power immediately made Li Qing Feng panic. He quickly fumbled in his embrace, but it was empty.

The Venerable Soul Banner, which should have been quietly resting there, was gone.

"The divine tool is gone?"

Without the Venerable Soul Banner in hand, Li Qing Feng felt a sudden wave of panic.

He had only retreated a dozen steps before he was at the edge of a sheer cliff with no way back.

The malevolent ghost was dressed in a black robe, with faint black mist swirling around, making it hard to see clearly.

The appearance of the evil ghost was quite distinct.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the evil ghost Master Soul that had jumped out of the Venerable Soul Banner.

"It's you."

Li Qing Feng's heart was still in his throat, but he was much calmer than before.

At least he had recognized the true face of the ghost in his dream.

Tu Shan Jun sized up Li Qing Feng.

A fair-skinned scholar, handsome in appearance, with heroic spirit in his brows.

He looked quite presentable.

Li Qing Feng's mind was tense, his chestnut-colored pupils slightly contracted, and the arm hidden beneath his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.

This was facing a fierce evil ghost head-on.

Even though he knew it was the Master Soul from the Venerable Soul Banner magic tool, Li Qing Feng felt uncertain.

All his previous calculations and estimations had now turned into fleeting clouds.

Life and death hung by a thread, in the hands of the evil ghost.

How could he not be afraid in such a situation?

Tu Shan Jun walked up to Li Qing Feng and looked down at him from above.

Li Qing Feng only felt that the fierce evil ghost in front of him was incredibly tall, at least seven feet by visual estimation.

One should know that his own height was only five feet six inches.

The overwhelming aura of Yin Evil and ferocity made him feel very uncomfortable.

The tall evil ghost did not make things difficult for him, but instead assumed a starting posture.

It looked at him as if it were a martial arts instructor.

Li Qing Feng didn't know why he had this feeling.

But looking directly into those scarlet eyes, and observing all the connected movements, everything indicated that the evil ghost seemed to want to teach him something.

"No way."

Li Qing Feng forced a smile, his stiff body not moving as he wished.

The evil ghost seemed to understand this and patted him on the shoulder.

With that pat, all of Li Qing Feng's tension instantly dissipated.

The evil ghost gestured towards the sky, and black mist condensed into words. The principles and fist stances of the Demonic Ape Will-Fixing Fist appeared before Li Qing Feng.

Li Qing Feng read word by word: "Demonic Ape Will-Fixing Fist."

"It really is a fist manual!"

Read thoroughly, memorize thoroughly, and remember the three stances firmly.

The evil ghost even corrected his movements one by one.

It wouldn't stop until his movements completely met the standard.

Even a martial arts school where you paid money didn't have a master who taught you hand-in-hand like this.

Martial arts were like scriptures, not to be easily passed down.

Passed down within, not outside; passed down to sons, not daughters.

In fact, studying also involved interpreting the classics. His family's interpretation of the classics was obtained at a great price from the family of a down-and-out Cultivated Talent, whose ancestors had once produced a Jinshi.

But none of that was as absurd as the present situation.

It was actually an evil ghost transmitting a fist technique, teaching him in a dream.

If he told anyone, no one would believe him.

Before this, if someone told Li Qing Feng that they had learned martial arts from an evil ghost, he would most likely think the other person had gone mad.

Or perhaps they had provoked demons and ghosts, who entered their dreams to take their lives.

He never expected to have such a bizarre experience himself.

Seeing that Li Qing Feng had already thoroughly read the fist manual and practiced the three stances with some semblance of form, Tu Shan Jun also felt that the time was about right.

With a wave of his hand, the clouds and mist swirled.

The clear blue sky transformed into pure Qi.

Li Qing Feng opened his mouth to speak, but then his eyes snapped open.

He was awake.

"It was a dream."

Li Qing Feng was quite puzzled as to why he had dreamt, and such an absurd dream at that.

Could it be that what one thinks about during the day, one dreams about at night?

But the dream felt too real.

Putting on his boots, Li Qing Feng lit the oil lamp and quickly transcribed the boxing manual from memory.

He actually managed to write it down.

After destroying the written manual, Li Qing Feng stood there, lost in thought, recalling the dream.

Everything that happened in the dream was vivid in his mind.

When he performed the three stances of the boxing technique, they felt unfamiliar, yet it also felt as if he had practiced them many times before.

Li Qing Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and picked up the Venerable Soul Banner.

His own Venerable Soul Banner's Master Soul not only didn't backlash against him but also taught him a boxing manual. This was simply the kindest treasure imaginable.

He knew he was no match for the Master Soul Evil Ghost when he faced it directly; it was simply too oppressive.

However, this only further confirmed his idea.

The Master Soul Evil Ghost did not want to backlash against him.

Although the Evil Ghost possessing such high intelligence also surprised him and even sent shivers down his spine upon closer thought, it at least proved that the Master Soul Evil Ghost wouldn't harm him rashly.

Opening the window and observing the sky, it was already past the Third Watch.

In another half an hour, the new Yin Yang Transition would arrive, so Li Qing Feng simply didn't go back to sleep. Instead, he circulated his cultivation technique to refine essence into Qi.

His daily routine consisted of studying scriptures and refining essence into Qi.

The basic spell for the Spirit Official Dharma Eye was very easy to cultivate; it was the most fundamental type of spell.

The second spell, Banner Control, required at least Qi Condensation Third Layer cultivation. Currently, he could only perform simple refining using Magic Power.

In short, he still needed to improve his basic cultivation.