The True Lord's Supreme Art of Spirit Refinement, Twisting Fate into Incense Outside the Kitchen God Temple

At the very top of the Exquisite Dharma Tower.

Lou Zhenxiao's brows were tightly knitted. The three-colored mirror wheel behind his head rippled faintly, as though reflecting his turbulent thoughts.

He could not help deeply regretting that, back when he had ascended to Foundation Establishment, he had accepted Fuli Zi's kindness and taken that grain of Cloudwater Mother Sand because his progress in cultivating the Mysterious Waves Marsh Divine Art had been slow.

Otherwise, why would he have to suffer this torment?

"A tribulation! My tribulation must have arrived!"

Lou Zhenxiao sighed softly, utterly helpless.

That saying widely circulated throughout the Demonic Path Lineage-"Everything the world gives has its price, only it lies hidden in the subtle depths and may not reveal itself at once"-was truly all too correct.

If he had not struck up a "friendship" with Fuli Zi, he could have unleashed a sword strike right now and cleaved him all the way back to the Mingcang Great Marsh!

"Forget it. He's only a little noisy, after all. So long as he doesn't interfere with my cultivation..."

Before the thought had finished, Fuli Zi's voice rang out:

"Junior Brother Lou, these are 'dragon liver' and 'phoenix marrow' I got from the Land of Being and Nonbeing! Even True Lords love having them with wine. Won't you try some?"

With a sweep of his broad sleeve, he shook out a low table, meditation cushions, and an enamel incense burner, erected the Cloud-Shrouding, Dust-Repelling Curtain that gave off strains of wondrous music, then brought out fruit, pastries, spiritual nectar, and exquisite wine.

In an instant.

Fragrance filled the tower's summit, Spirit Chance gathered, and jeweled light shot into the heavens. It was quite a lively scene.

Lou Zhenxiao did not consider himself someone who indulged in the pleasures of the