Such a blunt question did not anger Ma Yang. The old man slowly replied, "His Majesty sent me to the frontier, which happened to free me from worldly disturbances so I could devote myself to writing. It makes no difference where I am. I merely heard that Azure Prosperity City was in turmoil, with demons and evil spirits running rampant, so I came here hoping to enlighten an entire city. I do not ask that demons turn toward goodness—only that they refrain from evil and no longer disturb the people's peace."
"Just as I thought!"
Hearing this, Qiu Yan understood.
For three nights, he had listened to the readings. His soul power had grown ever more refined and powerful, and he could sense a vast force within the sound of the books, one that calmed hearts, dispelled violence, and bred harmony. If it continued year after year, subtly shaping people without their notice, even ordinary mortals who had never embarked on the cultivation of nature and life would benefit. Their hearts would broaden, their bodies would strengthen, and their lives would lengthen.
The impact on cultivators was even greater. The memories of Qiu Yan's avatar already held accumulated writings, and when stirred by the sound of the books, they gave him the feeling of a fish in water. Ordinary demons, deviant cultivators, and those with crooked Mind Arts, however, could not help resisting the sound and would naturally be suppressed. Yet if they were willing to listen and immerse themselves in it, they too would gradually benefit, guided patiently toward goodness.
"More than that, ever since he entered the city, he has recited writings every night. His voice echoes through the sky and spreads across the entire county, much like a deity extending a Domain of Law over a city,