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After the discussion, everyone prepared to leave.

Li Miaozhen asked suspiciously:

"You won't be coming back, will you?"

"No, no." Everyone waved their hands repeatedly.

"We're not that bored; we were just concerned about your situation."

Li Miaozhen looked left and right, still not quite trusting the integrity of the Heaven and Earth Society members, and said:

"You guys go first, I'll be the last one."

Xu Qi'an nodded as he spoke:

"Miaozhen, I'll keep watch for you. I'll take them with me."

"You're the least trustworthy one, okay?" Li Miaozhen said calmly.

"Thank you for your help, Xu Yinluo."

Xu Qi'an's body expanded, transforming into a "shadow curtain" that shielded everyone, enveloping the orange cat Asuluo and the others, and disappeared into the room.

Li Miaozhen didn't leave. She sat at the table and drank a cup of tea. Seeing that no one had returned, she finally felt relieved and left.

About fifteen minutes after she left, a large "shadow" swelled up in the darkness under the table, and the original group returned.

Protector Yuan was dumbfounded.

Xu Qi'an rubbed his hands together:

"Tell me quickly, what was Miaozhen thinking when she was possessed by a demon?"

"Yes, yes, I'm quite curious to know what the Flying Swallow Heroine is thinking after she becomes possessed by a demon," Miao Youfang chimed in.

The bigwigs once again silently watched Protector Yuan, exerting unspoken pressure.

As expected, Protector Yuan sighed, then reached out and took out another sachet, opening it amidst the stiff gazes of the crowd.

A wisp of smoke rose, transforming into the shape of Su Su.

Su Su glared at the people inside the room, letting out a roar like Li Miaozhen's:

"Get the hell out of here!"

Manipulating spirits is a common practice in Daoist School. In fact, Li Miaozhen gave Yuan Hufa two brocade pouches.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society scattered in all directions.

The Xu Residence.

Xu Qi'an returned to the room that belonged to him and Lin'an. Tall lanterns were lit in the four corners of the room, and a bowl of cold chicken soup sat on the desk.

Lin'an, covered with a thin blanket, curled up on her side, breathing heavily as she drifted off to sleep.

Her face was round and soft, and felt wonderful to pinch. Her long eyelashes were thick and slightly curled, and when she closed her charming, alluring eyes, she looked much more dignified.

Xu Qi'an didn't go to bed immediately. He walked to the desk, sat down, picked up the chicken soup, and was about to take a sip when he suddenly paused. He smelled several kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac herbs in the soup.

Is it because I've been cultivating new fields too frequently lately, and they're worried I might have kidney deficiency?

Who do you think you are? Xu Qi'an gulped down the chicken soup.

Men are always open to this kind of food, even if it is useless to a martial arts master.

After finishing the chicken soup, he spread out a sheet of Xuan paper and wrote down the characteristics of extraordinary Buddhist School masters in detail. Then he blew on the ink to dry the ink and folded it up.

Then he opened the window and gazed calmly at the night sky. A moment later, a wild bird fluttered its wings and landed on the windowsill.

Xu Qi'an handed over the folded Xuan paper, which the wild bird caught in its beak before fluttering away.

The wild birds' destination was Haoqi Tower.

He planned to consult Wei Yuan's opinion. Although Da Qingyi was currently "weak," his strategy, insight, and intelligence were still intact. With enough information, he could make deductions.

Then, valuable suggestions are provided.

As the wild birds disappeared into the night, Xu Qi'an sat back down at his desk and began to ponder.

"First and foremost, we must rescue Shen Shu's head. This is directly related to our ability to withstand the pressure when the great calamity comes. Without a half-step Martial God to protect us, the Central Plains will be nothing but leeks, easily harvested by the Western Regions and the Witch God Cult."

"Secondly, before the great calamity, I must raise my cultivation to the half-step Martial God level. A mere Divine Realm cultivator is still insufficient to deal with Super-grade cultivators. Therefore, if I have the opportunity, I must consume the Gara Tree. However, this could very likely provoke a fierce counterattack from the Buddhist School."

In his previous prediction, Buddhist School might not be willing to fight to the death with the Great Feng Chaofan for Shenshu's head, as this would only allow the Witch God Cult to reap the benefits.

Therefore, some compromises are likely to be made.

But if the Great Feng's extraordinary goal is the Gara Tree, then it will most likely be a fight to the death.

"If I fail to slay the Gara Tree this time, I'll have to find another way. There are two paths I can take: one, cultivate a transcendent-level Gu beast of the power type; two, go out to sea to find descendants of Gods and Devils in the same realm."

Finally, we will unravel the relationship between Buddha and Shenshu, and thoroughly understand what secrets are hidden behind this extraordinary being.

"The Buddhist School has repeatedly bullied me, pushing me too far. It's time to collect the debt."

His conflict with the Western Regions runs deep. It can be said that all the crises Xu Qi'an encountered after entering the extraordinary realm were due to the involvement of the Buddhist School.

This grudge will be avenged.

As for failure, he never considered it, because failure would mean he would die in Aranya.

In other words, if he didn't retrieve Shenshu's head, he would perish along with the Buddhist School community, leaving the Buddha as a figurehead.

This is the confidence of a first-rank martial artist.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, he opened his eyes, moved Lin'an's long legs off his stomach, got up and walked to the window, opening it.

"Fluttering"

A wild bird landed on the windowsill, with a piece of rice paper folded into a tofu-like shape in its beak.

Xu Qi'an took the Xuan paper and began to read:

"At this level, strategy is no longer of much use. You have done a good job in overall planning and layout. But have you ever considered that you could use the coordination between systems to target Buddhist School and the Witchcraft Cult?"

"The same applies to our opponents. If the Witch God Sect and the Buddhist School were to exchange a second-rank official, it would be a minor adjustment, but it could potentially influence the battle situation in the capital, or even the battle situation in Aranya."

"Sarun Agu will not personally venture into the Western Regions. The role of a third-rank monk is limited. I think you know who will go. And the third and second ranks of Buddhist School have almost all withered away, with only one second-rank Arhat who has been saved from suffering."

"If I remember correctly, he highly admired Mahayana Buddhism and wanted to be the founder of Mahayana Buddhism. This person can be lured with benefits."

"The Witch God Cult hates the Great Feng to the bone and will never cooperate with the Great Feng unless there is a significant benefit. Therefore, there is no need to consider forming an alliance with Alun Agu."

"Go west in peace, I will take care of things in the capital."

Whew, even though Duke Wei is a weakling now, his promises always inexplicably give people peace of mind. Xu Qi'an let out a breath.

After a quick wash, he leaped into Night Princess's room like a shadow.

The fox spirit sat before her dressing mirror, combing her glossy black hair. Sensing the energy barrier sealing off the room, she smiled sweetly and said:

"Won't His Highness Lin'an have any objections?"

Xu Qi'an pouted. "Then I'll leave?"

"I was just saying it casually."

Ye Ji was unwilling to let him go. She quickly swayed her hips and came over, placing her round, pert buttocks on his lap. She then wrapped her arms around Xu Qi'an's neck and said while looking at the water clock:

"You only have half an hour."

While speaking, she skillfully swayed her shapely hips, letting her lover feel her fullness.

At worst, it's six strikes per second. Assuming the time remains the same, speeding up the basic attack will achieve the same result. Xu Qi'an hugged Ye Ji and fell onto the large bed.

Half an hour later, the morning exercises ended, and Xu Qi'an, who had eaten breakfast, went to the Bureau of Astronomy.

They went to the alchemy room on the seventh floor to look for Song Qing, but to their surprise, Song Qing, who treated the alchemy room like his own home, was not there.

Where is Senior Brother Song?

Xu Qi'an asked the Warlock in the alchemy room.

"I don't know. Senior Brother Song didn't come today. That's strange; he usually stays in the alchemy room."

The white-robed Warlock said he didn't know either.

"Didn't you go look for him?" Xu Qi'an found it strange. Shouldn't someone's sudden and unusual disappearance be something to be wary of?

"Looking for people is a waste of time and will interfere with our alchemical experiments," the Warlock replied.

Xu Qi'an cupped his hands in greeting, and a shadow leaped into the kitchen, where he saw Chu Caiwei, the cook.

Chu Caiwei looked completely bewildered:

"Huh? I don't know. Senior Brother Song probably went out to buy breakfast."

He wouldn't spend a quarter of an hour or two running outside just for a bite to eat. Xu Qi'an thought to himself. He then went to see Sun Xuanji, and only then did he learn from Senior Brother Sun, no, Protector Yuan, that Song Qing was in the library.

The library, located on the eighth floor, houses works on geography, feng shui, medicine, medicinal herbs, metallurgy, materials science, and more.

It was founded six hundred years ago. Starting with the first Director of the Astronomical Bureau, generations Warlock Bureau of Astronomy "built" this library with their own talents.

Xu Qi'an found Song Qing at the very back of the library. Senior Brother Song was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by piles of books.

"Senior Brother Song, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Before Xu Qi'an could finish speaking, Song Qing, with her head down, said while flipping through a book:

How to extract the life essence of a first-grade martial artist?

"You found out?" Xu Qi'an was surprised, not expecting Lao Song to be so efficient.

"Senior Brother Sun told me last night that it's a truly thrilling yet nerve-wrackingly difficult task." The alchemy fanatic, with his disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes, revealed a lecherous grin.

"You haven't slept all night!" Xu Qi'an pressed, "Any results yet?"

Song Qing shook her head.

"What's the difficulty here?" Xu Qi'an asked, puzzled.

"The formation for refining blood pills can only extract the life essence of ordinary people, which is relatively easy. However, the life essence of a first-grade expert is condensed to the extreme, making it extremely difficult to extract."

"It's like removing impurities from iron ore—it's easy—but removing impurities from refined iron is very difficult. We need to start with aspects like array patterns and materials."

Song Qing rambled on and on, but Xu Qi'an didn't listen to a word she said.

Song Qing licked her lips, still wanting more, and gave instructions:

"You've come at the right time. Find all the information related to alchemy, life, and formations for me, and I'll try my best to come up with a solution."

Without a word, Xu Qi'an opened the window, and after a while, a dark flock of birds flew in. They shared the view with Xu Qi'an and found one book after another in the relevant field. Soon, the books in front of Song Qing were taller than a person.

"Don't just stare," Song Qing said, looking up with a displeased expression.

"Young Master Xu is also a prodigy in the field of Alchemy, no less so than I am. With the combined efforts of the two of us, we can definitely devise a method to refine the life essence of a first-grade martial artist."

As he spoke, he revealed an expectant expression, as if Xu Qi'an were truly a master in the field of Alchemy.

I'm just a novice; I can't even recite the periodic table completely. So he pretended to be an expert and focused on reading the book.

Time passed second by second, Xu Qi'an suddenly said:

Are there any of the Imperial Censor's works here?

"No!" Song Qing shook her head.

"Why don't you take a look at the supervisor's books?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qing scoffed.

"That old man insists that the bio -Alchemy I admire is a heretical path, but I refuse to Qi Ingestion and I'm determined to defeat him in the field of Alchemy. That's why I don't read his books."

"If you won't look, I will." Xu Qi'an offered a few insincere compliments, then asked:

Where are the supervisor's works?

"Turn right and go straight to the end; it's full of Professor Jianzheng's works," Song Qing said.

Xu Qi'an did as instructed and walked to the bookshelf. His gaze swept across the shelves, then suddenly sharpened as he saw a book with the title:

The Method to Advance to Half-Step Martial God

Xu Qi'an turned his head and silently glanced at Song Qing, who was immersed in his own world and single-mindedly wanted to surpass the supervisor.

What are you doing, messing around like this?

Is there anything more satisfying than getting something for free?

At the same time, a chill inexplicably rose in Xu Qi'an's heart.

Even the Supervisor knew the method for advancing to the half-step Martial God realm.