Western Sect

"Master, what Technique are you cultivating?"

Amid the waves of Sanskrit chants from the monks guiding the dead to the afterlife, Zhang Xuezhou saw the Buddha's disciple grabbing wildly with both hands, as though catching butterflies.

Each time a corpse finished burning, the Buddha's disciple would repeat the grabbing motion over and over, then take a deep breath of air like an addict, seeming immensely satisfied.

Zhang Xuezhou squatted in the temple. In just one hour, he had already seen the Buddha's disciple do this three times.

Recalling the cultivation through guiding the dead that Najima had mentioned, Zhang Xuezhou could not help growing curious and wanted to broaden his horizons.

"This art of mine has a nickname: Wisdom King's Wrath." The Buddha's disciple made no attempt to hide it and answered directly, "It refines the resentment left in the bodies of the dead, producing effects unfathomable even to ghosts and gods!"

"You can collect the breath of the dead and use it for cultivation?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"It's a very common cultivation method in our sect," the Buddha's disciple said. "Don't you have a method like this here?"

"I've heard that some important figures here cultivate by gathering Yin Qi from mountain ranges," Zhang Xuezhou said. "They're the sort who live in stone caves and meditate all day, but ordinary people like us can't gather Qi to cultivate."

"The Yin Qi in underground caverns is formed from the deaths of all things in the world. It achieves much the same result as the resentment we gather by guiding the dead to the afterlife," the Buddha's disciple said. "If we had such a treasured place, we wouldn't need to collect corpses everywhere to guide them to the afterlife."

"Can't you find treasured places like that where you come