Tang Changsheng had always been cautious. Naturally, he would never do such a thing.
But if he had a camp of Yin Soldiers under his command, he would at least have the strength to protect himself. It would be more than enough to settle the trouble in this Ghost Domain, too!
And so time passed. Tang Changsheng occasionally went back to see how the Daoist Grounds in Templefront Village were coming along, and with plenty to keep him busy, the days flowed by like water.
By then, the Patrol Inspector's Temple had begun receiving some Incense Offerings. They were hardly plentiful—only the young and old of Templefront Village came to burn incense—but for a minor Patrol Inspector like Fang Xin, they were more than enough.
Tang Changsheng had no use for Incense Offerings, so he and Fang Xin each got what they needed.
Cultivating at this small convergence of feng shui and earth currents was far faster than cultivating in wild mountains, where the currents ran in disarray.
If the Spiritual Qi in those wild mountains was ten times as abundant as in Tang Changsheng's original world, then at a place where it gathered like this, it was at least twenty times as abundant.
And if a cultivator made a few arrangements to concentrate the Spiritual Qi, it could reach twenty-five or even thirty times that abundance during cultivation!
Cultivating here for a day was almost like cultivating for a month in his original world...
But Dao Arts had two parts: first the Dao, then the arts!
No matter how high one's cultivation rose, without spells to defend the Dao, one was still a weakling!
It was like those people in martial arts novels who had decades of inner strength but knew no martial arts...
The General's Temple was different.