Yang Xuan's Preferences

Ding~ Learned Maoshan True Explanation (includes: Ghost Catching, Talismans, Feng Shui, Arrays), Maoshan Qi Cultivation Method.

"A-Xuan, this is my most skillful technique. You must study it diligently. Although you've reached the Grandmaster realm in martial arts, Qi cultivation and martial arts are different. You have extraordinary talent, and I hope you can learn from everyone's strengths and forge your own path," Uncle Nine said earnestly.

"Master, don't worry. I will definitely engrave your words in my heart. Master, please have some tea," Yang Xuan said, offering tea.

"Master, this is my token of gratitude." As he spoke, he presented 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?"

"Of course."

Uncle Nine opened the gift box with some anticipation. Inside, he found a statue of the Maoshan Patriarch, three sets of Five Emperors Coins, and a short Peach Wood Dagger.

"A-Xuan, you've put thought into this. These three items are not simple. You must have spent quite a bit of money," Uncle Nine said with a sigh.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." After all, these were gifts Yang Xuan had meticulously prepared, optimized, and strengthened.

Four Eyes, standing beside them, looked envious. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Senior Brother has such good fortune to have such a fine disciple. Powerful, generous, truly enviable," he said sourly. "Senior Brother, you are truly blessed with such an excellent disciple."

Before Uncle Nine could reply, Yang Xuan took out three small gift boxes from his backpack, one for Four Eyes, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai.

And so, Yang Xuan checked out of the inn and moved into the Mortuary.

A few days later...

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

Uncle Nine was very pleased. After all, such hardworking disciples were rare. His own two disciples, on the other hand, were the latest risers, lazy and gluttonous. Despite studying Taoist magic for many years, they hadn't made much progress.

"Good morning, Master. You look well today," Yang Xuan said with a smile.

"You too, you too," Uncle Nine replied with a happy smile.

"A-Xuan, look, this secret manual says that for Qi cultivation, foundational building is most important. You need to absorb the first ray of sunlight after the sun rises every day during the Purple Qi Comes From the East period, using the foundational building method. Only then can you avoid being burned by the sun's essence," Uncle Nine explained, word by word, pointing at the manual.

Although Yang Xuan had already mastered it, through Uncle Nine's explanations, his Maoshan Qi Cultivation Method was also rapidly improving. With one teaching diligently and the other learning attentively, coupled with Yang Xuan also sharing his martial arts methods with Uncle Nine, they gradually became familiar with each other, and their communication increased.

"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, you two get out here! What time is it, and you're still sleeping? Look at your junior brother, how dedicated he is. Don't you feel ashamed?" Uncle Nine roared towards the door, filled with disappointment.

Unconsciously, time passed quickly. Yang Xuan took a slight breath, preparing to conclude his practice when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Yang Xuan turned his head and saw a watermelon-shaped haircut. It was indeed Wen Cai.

"Junior Brother, Master is calling you to eat," Wen Cai said, patting his stomach.

The four of them ate together. "Master, have you always eaten like this?" Yang Xuan asked, looking at the two dishes and one soup with a hint of helplessness.

"Junior Brother, we usually eat like this too. It's not too bad, not particularly shabby," Qiu Sheng said, picking up a piece of vegetable.

Yang Xuan turned to Uncle Nine. "Master, it's not that the food is bad. It's probably because I've been practicing Chinese martial arts and internal energy. My appetite is more than ten times that of an ordinary person. If I only ate these dishes, I would have starved to death long ago," Yang Xuan said with some frustration.

"A-Xuan, although I haven't practiced Chinese martial arts, I have fellow Taoists who practice the Taoist Body Protection Skill. It shares similarities with Chinese martial arts, and their Bloodline Power is also surging. However, none of them eat as much as you do. Is there an error in your cultivation? But this is not a big problem; it should be resolved once your power deepens," Uncle Nine said with concern.

"Master, please don't eat anymore. I need to go out for a bit," Yang Xuan said, rushing out.

A moment later...

"Here, here, come inside," Yang Xuan's voice called from a distance outside the door.

Yang Xuan led the three helpers into the inner hall.

Each of them carried two large food carriers, filling the entire Eight Immortals table.

"Master, Senior Brothers, please don't be shy, eat up. Wait, once I start eating, there won't be any left for you!" Yang Xuan said.

"You all need to eat this much for all three meals every day. Change the dishes daily. One fish dish should be enough; I don't like fish very much," Yang Xuan instructed the helpers.

Uncle Nine, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng all swallowed hard.

Yang Xuan, already seated, began to devour the food. The food hadn't been in his stomach for long before it began to digest, transforming into energy that continuously strengthened Yang Xuan's physical body.

And so, every morning he practiced Taoist magic, and in the afternoon, he practiced Chinese martial arts and internal energy. His life was fulfilling.

One day, as usual, Yang Xuan finished his lunch and prepared to go out for some fun. Having traveled through various worlds, he also approached this world with a desire for sightseeing.

Yang Xuan loved all sorts of weapons. Although he primarily used heavy weapons like hammers and axes, it didn't stop him from collecting other weapons, such as swords and sabers.

Since the main plot hadn't begun yet, Yang Xuan decided to go shopping to see if he could find anything he liked.

In China, firearm control is extremely strict. Buying or selling them is basically illegal and a serious crime. Therefore, he settled for collecting cold weapons. Yang Xuan's home still had several weapons stored in his room, including Pu Daos, Eight-Sided Han Swords, and Katanas. Yang Xuan had always wanted to buy larger weapons like the Fangtian Halberd or Mo Dao, but he was short on cash. Large weapons were too expensive, often costing over four or five thousand.

He wandered through the streets, thinking. There were no street stalls, but there were antique shops and pawnshops, both of which he could visit to see if he liked anything. Even if they were broken weapons or not his preferred type, he couldn't resist buying them.

"Shopkeeper, I'm here again. Anything good?" Yang Xuan walked into a shop with a swagger. His demeanor indicated he was a regular customer.

He searched for items he liked among the pile of scrap metal the shopkeeper had collected.

Yang Xuan picked up a damaged Vajra Pestle. "Sigh, does the shopkeeper accept everything now? I like it, and it can be collected. Besides weapons, Yang Xuan also likes antiques. If I run out of money, I can sell them. There are also some strange and unusual items."

For example, a stone statue weighing several tons, whose dynasty was unclear, or a beautifully crafted porcelain bowl with a chip.

"Shopkeeper, have you had any good merchandise recently?" Yang Xuan asked, holding up a Buddha statue.

The shopkeeper pulled out a super large box from under the counter. "Take a look and see if you like it. I've been trying to acquire this for a long time."

He was being very mysterious, so Yang Xuan wasn't sure if it was actually good merchandise. Yang Xuan opened the large box.

"Shopkeeper, this is good stuff! You're so lucky to find something like this. People usually treat these as heirlooms," Yang Xuan said curiously.