A Dream-Real or Fake

I thought about it but didn't say it aloud.

Because no one here could give me the answer. Not even Master or Daoist Qingshan could possibly know.

I could only wait until I saw Xiao Yu again and ask her myself.

Still, I roughly understood how to gather Supreme Yang True Qi.

Daoist Qingshan had made it very clear: gather the true qi together until it became Supreme Yang Heavenly Gang.

It was a process of "tempering a thousand times," of constant compression.

It just seemed rather difficult in practice.

Because our current control over qi only extended to its surface.

Even that control might not be very good, let alone compressing ordinary true qi into something as supreme yang as that.

I could only return and slowly explore and practice it myself.

Given enough time, I would surely be able to use Supreme Yang True Qi as freely as I wished...

By the time we finished the hotpot meal, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Everyone said their farewells and wished Pan Ling a safe journey.

Mao Jing, meanwhile, would remain in Mountain City and would not be leaving.

In the end, we each took a taxi and left.

Master and I went straight back to the Fish Mouth shop.

The moment we arrived, Master and I went to offer incense to Grandmaster.

Not caring about his fatigue, Master immediately contacted Director Fu of Two Rivers Funeral Home. Then, shouldering his fishing rod, he headed out.

I didn't even get the chance to ask Master how to control the Four Misfortune Qi, gather Supreme Yang Qi, or whether there were any tricks to it.

Back in my room, I first took out the tiny red crystal I had obtained and put it away.

I now had two