What to Seek

"Is this the place?"

Yang Chenghua looked at the palace-temple in the distance, his expression somewhat strange.

Li Yan hurriedly asked, "Senior, is something wrong?"

Qingyang Palace was the foremost Daoist temple in the Southwest. It had existed for ages, and purely in terms of its standing within the Daoist schools, it was in no way inferior to Qingcheng Mountain.

Li Yan had tried it last time. Even after using an escape technique, the incense gods inside had vaguely sensed him. If he wanted to sneak in unnoticed, he could only seek Yang Chenghua's help.

Hearing Li Yan's question, Yang Chenghua shook his head slightly. A trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes. "The last time I came here, I stayed for three years. I wonder whether those people from back then are still around..."

Li Yan was somewhat surprised. "Senior, did you once study here too?"

Yang Chenghua's identity was sensitive. He dared not reveal himself, and no one had guided him. After leaving Guankou, he had relied entirely on his astonishing talent to teach himself or secretly learn from others.

He had once said that he had infiltrated many lineages to secretly study their arts.

He had not expected Qingyang Palace to escape him either.

"Mm."

Yang Chenghua smiled. "Qingyang Palace was too troublesome. Three years of study, three years of examinations, and you also had to read the Daoist scriptures thoroughly and master the rituals before they would pass down their secret techniques."

"I didn't have that much time, so I disguised myself as a firewood boy and infiltrated the place. I secretly studied for two years before taking my leave."

"I see."

Li Yan nodded with a smile. "Qingyang Palace is heavily guarded nowadays. With your familiarity with the place and your secret techniques, Senior, I