"It's already a new year."
A fine rain whispered through the City Lord's Mansion. Fang Qianyuan stood in the courtyard, watching water drift with the falling blossoms, and could not help letting out an inexplicable sigh.
December had passed, and January 1 had arrived. It should have been a New Year's holiday celebrated by all under heaven, yet the City Lord's Mansion felt rather deserted because Fang Qianyuan had ordered that no visitors be received.
He was now a cultivator seeking the Dao, and these holidays of the mortal world no longer occupied much of his thoughts.
After that moment of reflection, Fang Qianyuan shifted his gaze to the table beneath the eaves. Various pills and Heavenly Treasures that the city's aristocratic clans had helped gather over the past few days had already been laid out there.
All of them benefited soul-path cultivation, helping replenish and strengthen the power of the divine soul. Most were the common Pure Condensation Dew, though some were the more precious Soul-Concentrating Pills.
From the secret manual of the Deification Sacrifice Rite obtained by the Qian Clan, Fang Qianyuan had discovered a method that used the sacrificial refinement of his own divine soul power to refine the emotions and wills of living beings within Incense and Fire Prayer Power, transforming them into willpower of his own.
Drawing on the relevant methods of the Spirit Tempering Art he practiced, Fang Qianyuan had also explored improvements, attempting to derive a cultivation method suited to himself.
This was merely an improvement built on the wisdom of his predecessors, not a grand feat of truly pioneering a Dao Path, so his preparations had taken only a few short days.
Now, he intended to give it a try.
*First, visualize the Black Wind Calamity I encountered back then and condense