The Living Immortal Out of Control

Yang He intended to focus his entire mind on cultivation.

He had a premonition that once Madam Yin arrived at Five Lights Temple, it would inevitably cause trouble, and it was questionable how long the Temple Priest's disguise could last.

He had to derive the three yin meridians of the pupil ghost within a mere few days.

"Five Lights Temple is rife with malevolent spirits, and the yin qi is comparable to Qing Lake; there should be enough time."

"Advancing to the Hungry Ghost stage must also be done in the Lore World; I cannot reveal any flaws in the Main World."

Yang He noticed that after multiple reconstructions, the pupil ghost could already circulate qi through a full cycle without his guidance.

He closed his eyes and meditated until Miaoyin arrived with two temple priests.

Miaoyin signaled the temple priests to move the daily necessities into the side room. The temple priests' attitude was incredibly respectful, indicating the transcendent status of the attendants at Five Lights Temple.

"I am the most senior here at Five Lights Temple. From now on, you will address me as senior brother."

Yang He offered no pleasantries. "Senior brother, your junior brother will be staying in the side room to recover from injuries for a period of time. I ask for your indulgence."

"No problem."

Miaoyin readily agreed, his gaze flickering as he stared at Yang He.

Yang He couldn't be bothered with any potential mischief at Five Lights Temple. If Miaoyin harbored any ill intentions towards him, he wouldn't hesitate to use his ghost hand to snap his neck.

He lifted the wooden box containing the evening meal, only to find it filled with vegetarian food. However, considering the foul-smelling clear soup noodles in the Main World, it was at least edible for humans.

Miaoyin handed Yang He a medicinal jar. "This is a Fire Suppressing Pill. Take one before dark to prevent the fire ritual from harming yourself."

Yang He frowned slightly, seeing that there were twelve pills in the jar.

[Fire Suppressing Pill]

[Upon consumption, it can prevent the suffering of the fire ritual baptism and protect against the burning sensation of yin qi entering the body. Prolonged use can shorten lifespan.]

"Senior brother, do we have to undergo this baptism every night?"

"Not necessarily, but it's better to be prepared."

Yang He's eye twitched. It was truly difficult for the attendants to maintain their sanity.

Miaoyin hesitated for a few breaths before saying anything more, then took out a scripture. "Although you and I are no longer destined to be Living Immortals, we can still cultivate some heterodox paths. You can read this at your leisure."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Miaoyin seemed to want to say more but stopped, and seeing that it was getting late, he left the side room.

Before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that the side room must be kept tightly shut, and no matter what commotion occurred outside, it was not to be opened.

"How bizarre, Five Lights Temple can openly be established on the outskirts of Chaoge."

Yang He shook his head and picked up the scripture, giving it a cursory glance.

He hadn't held out much hope before flipping through it, as it was called a heterodox path, and it was likely that even if he spent time and effort mastering it, it would be meaningless.

But to his surprise, the cultivation technique actually had some substance.

The technique was called "Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation," and the entire text focused on tempering the bones through fire rituals.

The reason it was considered a heterodox path was mainly because the Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation did not involve ghosts; instead, it caused one's own bones to gradually transform into yin objects.

Although the bones would become as hard as copper and iron, lifespan would be significantly reduced.

"Logically speaking, if my own bones become yin objects, shouldn't I be able to bring them back to the Main World?"

Coincidentally, the ghost hand needed bones, and perhaps using the temple priest's bones would be more suitable.

Yang He memorized the contents of the Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation in moments. The cultivation steps were not complicated, and he then refocused his energy on refining qi.

Time passed without notice during cultivation; he could barely feel the passage of time.

As night fell.

The bell of Five Lights Temple rang three times, and the figures moving about gradually became fewer.

Yang He didn't rush to take the Fire Suppressing Pill, constantly waiting for the fire ritual to begin. However, the crescent moon had been high in the sky for a long time, and nothing unusual occurred.

He spent a sleepless night, with faint rustling sounds coming and going intermittently.

Yang He paid no mind to it. For the next six to seven days, he didn't leave his room.

The pupil ghost's progress was smooth, and the derivation of the three yin meridians encountered no obstacles.

The objective of this trip had been accomplished.

The only regret was that he hadn't had the chance to begin the Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation.

Yang He began to get used to his reclusive life. No one paid attention to him in the side room, and only Miaoyin occasionally visited to inquire about his well-being.

Finally, on the night of the seventh day, the long-awaited burning sensation arose.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. It was only dusk, and rustling sounds were already emanating from the East Hall next door, though they were relatively faint.

His blood temperature began to rise, and the yin qi guided the heat deep into his bones.

The Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation was mastered as a natural progression.

Yang He felt a stinging pain in his spine, and then heard the sound of metal dropping in the East Hall, likely from the rivets used to secure the Living Immortals.

His brow furrowed slightly, the burning sensation within him intensified.

"According to Miaoyin, the East Hall lacks a Living Immortal's presence, but the newly added Living Immortals were sent there. They should..."

[Spiritual Vision: 109.6 points]

His Spiritual Vision suddenly surged by 5 points.

Yang He's scalp tingled. Even Madam Yin's avatar hadn't caused such a violent reaction in his Spiritual Vision. Who on earth was keeping Malevolent Spirits in the temple!

He couldn't help but feel nervous, so he popped the Fire Suppressing Pill into his mouth.

He had originally planned to shed his skin-like robe to accelerate his cultivation of the Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation, but now it seemed he could die in the room if he wasn't careful.

Suddenly.

A chilling rustling sound came from the corridor outside the East Hall door.

It sounded like a giant python dragging itself across the ground, or like decaying bark rubbing against itself.

The sound stopped abruptly.

Yang He strained his ears. The incessant chirping of insects sounded incredibly eerie. Blood and fluid flowed from his nose and mouth; the fire ritual was already affecting his internal organs.

He swallowed half of the Fire Suppressing Pill and looked up, seeing a massive silhouette in front of the door.

The silhouette was at least three meters tall with long, slender limbs. Yang He only saw its outline, but his heart immediately thought, This must be what a Buddha looks like.

The moment Yang He blinked, heavy footsteps approached from a distance.

The giant silhouette teleported to within half a meter of the door.

Yang He could see it more clearly now.

The silhouette's skin was layered and folded, with deep, sunken creases, as if it were inscribed with scriptures. Yin qi washed over him.

"I have to stare directly at it, it's the same problem as the Stone Crone Ghost in the mine!"

A pupil ghost opened on his forehead, constantly gazing at the Living Immortal.

"But the Living Immortal in the East Hall is clearly more terrifying than the Stone Crone Ghost. It might be a Fierce Ghost, and there are at least four to five hundred Living Immortals in the Five Lights Temple."

Cold sweat streamed down Yang He's face, but his Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation was progressing by leaps and bounds.

With the pupil ghost providing yin qi, his vertebrae were transforming into yin objects one by one.

The Potential Ghost stirred, wanting to devour the vertebrae, indicating that the yin objects formed by the Bone Accumulating Fire Incantation could indeed serve as the skeletal structure for a ghost hand.

Yang He wore a helpless expression, not daring to look away all night.

When dawn broke, As light and darkness interchanged, the Living Immortal in front of the door had vanished again.

Yang He walked out of the side room. There were no traces of footsteps on the ground.

He went to the East Hall next door and looked inside through the window. A Living Immortal was visible in the corner, and the floor was covered in blood-stained rivets.

The Living Immortal's posture was exaggerated and grotesque, its limbs and body twisted.

However, the Temple Priest seemed accustomed to this. After a while, four or five people arrived and used hammers to pound the rivets back into the Living Immortal's body.

The Living Immortal's posture was corrected, but its expression became even more ferocious and terrifying.

"Attendant."

The Temple Priest bowed to Yang He. "Madam Yin from Chentang Pass is already at the foot of the mountain. The Miaoyin Temple Master is busy reinforcing the Living Immortals, and the other attendants are indisposed. They would like you to entertain them for a while."

"I'll go right away."

Yang He glanced back at the Living Immortal. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination.

The Living Immortal seemed to be... smiling?