Yang Xuan's Preferences

Ding~ Learned Maoshan True Explanation (includes: Ghost Catching, Talismans, feng shui, Arrays), and Maoshan Qi Cultivation Method.

" A-Xuan, this is what your master is best at. You must study it diligently. Although you've reached the Grandmaster level in martial arts, qi cultivation and martial arts are different. You have extraordinary talent, and I hope you can learn from the strengths of every school and forge your own path," Uncle Nine said earnestly.

"Master, don't worry. I'll remember your words forever. Master, have some tea." Yang Xuan offered him tea.

"Master, this is my gift to thank you for taking me as your disciple." As he spoke, he brought out the large gift box he had prepared earlier.

Uncle Nine looked at the large gift box with a pleased expression. "A-Xuan, may I open it and take a look?"

"Of course."

Uncle Nine opened the gift box expectantly. Inside was a statue of the Maoshan Patriarch, three sets of Five Emperors Coins, and a short Peach Wood Dagger.

"A-Xuan, you've really put thought into this. These three things are no ordinary items. They must have cost you quite a bit, right?" Uncle Nine sighed.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." After all, these were gifts Yang Xuan had carefully prepared, and they had all been optimized and enhanced.

Four Eyes stood nearby with an envious look. A disciple like this—tut, tut, powerful and generous with his spending. He said sourly, "Senior Brother, you're really blessed to have such a fine disciple."

Before Uncle Nine could say anything, Yang Xuan took three small gift boxes from his backpack. There was one for each of Four Eyes, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai.

Just like that, Yang Xuan checked out of the room at the inn and moved into the funeral home.

A few days later...

"A-Xuan, you're really diligent. You get up so early every day."

Uncle Nine was delighted. After all, there truly weren't many disciples this hardworking. Just look at his own two disciples: they got up late every day and were lazy gluttons. They had studied Daoist arts for so many years, yet made no progress at all.

"Good morning, Master. You look pretty well today." Yang Xuan smiled.

"Likewise, likewise." Uncle Nine smiled happily.

"A-Xuan, look at what this manual says. In the art of qi cultivation, the most important thing is establishing a foundation. Every day, at the time when Purple Qi Comes From the East, you must use the foundation-building method to absorb the first ray of sunlight after the sun rises. That way, you won't be burned to death by the sun's golden essence." Uncle Nine explained the manual word by word.

Although Yang Xuan had already mastered it, Maoshan Qi Cultivation Method improved rapidly through Uncle Nine's explanations. One taught with all his heart, while the other studied with all his heart. On top of that, Yang Xuan also taught Uncle Nine his own martial arts methods. Gradually, they became familiar with each other, and their exchanges grew more frequent.

"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, you two, get out here! What time is it? You're still sleeping! Look at your junior brother, studying so diligently. Don't you feel ashamed?" Uncle Nine shouted toward the room, exasperated that they were not living up to expectations.

Before they knew it, time passed quickly. Yang Xuan let out a slight breath and was just about to finish his practice when he heard footsteps behind him.

Yang Xuan turned his head. The first thing he saw was a watermelon haircut. Sure enough, it was Wen Cai.

"Junior Brother, Master said it's time for you to come eat." Wen Cai rubbed his stomach.

The four of them ate together. "Master, do you always eat this?" Yang Xuan looked helplessly at the two dishes and one soup in front of him.

"Junior Brother, this is what we usually eat. It's not too bad, right? It's not especially shabby." Qiu Sheng picked up a piece of food.

Yang Xuan turned to Uncle Nine. "Master, I'm not saying the food is bad. It might be because I'm always practicing National Arts and internal energy, but I eat more than ten times as much as an ordinary person. If I only ate these dishes, I might have starved to death long ago." Yang Xuan was rather helpless as well.

"A-Xuan, although I've never practiced National Arts, I do have a fellow Daoist who practices the Taoist Body Protection Skill. It has a similar effect to National Arts, and his blood and qi are also surging with tremendous force. But even he can't eat as much as you. Could there be something wrong with your cultivation? Still, it shouldn't be a major problem. Once your skill reaches a higher level, it should resolve itself." Uncle Nine looked concerned.

"Master, don't eat yet. I'm going out for a while." Yang Xuan hurriedly left.

A while later...

"Over here, over here. Bring it inside." Yang Xuan's voice came from far outside the door.

Yang Xuan entered the main hall with three workers.

Each person carried two large food containers, which were filled to the brim and covered the entire Eight Immortals table.

"Master, Senior Brothers, don't hold back. Eat some. Wait, once I start eating, there won't be anything left for you." Yang Xuan said.

"From now on, you'll have three meals a day prepared in this quantity. Change the dishes every day. One fish dish is enough—I don't really like fish." Yang Xuan instructed the workers.

Uncle Nine, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng all looked as though they had swallowed hard.

After sitting down, Yang Xuan began wolfing down the food. It barely remained in his stomach before it started being digested and transformed into energy, continuously strengthening his physical body.

And so, he practiced Daoist arts every morning and National Arts and internal energy every afternoon. His life became fulfilling.

One day, just as usual, Yang Xuan finished lunch and prepared to go outside for a stroll. Having traveled through various worlds, he also viewed it as a form of tourism.

Yang Xuan liked all kinds of weapons. Although he used heavy weapons such as hammers and axes, that did not stop him from collecting other weapons, such as sabers and swords.

Since the plot had not yet begun, Yang Xuan started wandering around town to see if he could find anything he liked.

Gun control in Hua country was extremely strict. Basically, both selling and buying firearms were illegal, and serious crimes at that. So he settled for collecting some cold weapons instead. There were already several weapons in the room at his old home, including a Pu Dao, an Eight-Sided Han Sword, and a Katana. Yang Xuan had always wanted to buy large weapons such as a Fangtian Halberd or a Mo Dao, but unfortunately, he was short on money. Large weapons were too expensive, often costing four or five thousand at the very least.

He wandered around while thinking. There were no street stalls, but there were antique shops and pawnshops he could visit to see whether they had anything he liked. If he found damaged weapons, he still couldn't help buying them even if they weren't the type he liked.

"Shopkeeper, I'm back again. Got anything good?" Yang Xuan swaggered into a shop. From his appearance, it was clear he was already a regular customer.

He searched through a large pile of battered metal and junk the shopkeeper had collected, looking for things he liked.

Yang Xuan picked up a damaged Vajra Pestle. Sigh, does the shopkeeper collect anything these days? He liked it and could add it to his collection. Besides weapons, Yang Xuan also liked antiques. If he ran out of money, he could sell them, along with some strange and unusual objects.

For example, there was a stone statue of unknown age that weighed several tons, and an exquisite porcelain bowl with a chipped rim.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any good stuff lately?" Yang Xuan asked, waving the Buddha statue in his hand.

The shopkeeper dragged an enormous box out from beneath the counter. "Take a look and see if you like it. It took me a long time to find this good stuff."

The shopkeeper was being mysterious, and Yang Xuan had no idea whether it was really anything good. He opened the large box.

"Shopkeeper, this is some good stuff. You're really lucky to have found something like this. People usually keep things like this as family heirlooms." Yang Xuan looked at it curiously.