I Am Your Natural Enemy

But the little zombie showed no reaction, and Gan Tang fell silent for a moment.

”Take this thing back with you, don’t leave it here. This thing is our natural enemy.”

”Is it not dangerous for the little one? Otherwise, I should send it back to the Scorching Sun Department.”

”It’s fine, she’s not like us.” Gan Tang threw out these words and took off, not giving Wen Yan a chance to ask further questions.

Wen Yan returned, looking at the black stone sealed in the glass, was this thing actually the tangible Zombie Enemy?

Aunt Gan spoke clearly just now, and her tone made it obvious that by ’natural enemy,’ she didn’t mean something from the food chain or simple opposition. It was more like the concept Wen Yan understood, a full-scale suppression.

Wen Yan felt a bit disappointed. He thought this thing could help accelerate the enhancement of the Great Zombie in the Zombie Cave.

Putting this matter aside, Wen Yan took out the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture and brought up the main issue.

”Grand Uncle Master, there’s something I want to ask our people from the mountain to help with.

Please help purify this thing. It would be best if I could host, with others helping out.

Is that possible?”

”There’s nothing difficult about that, rituals are the most basic thing we master.”

”Do I need to use the ’Supreme Spiritual Cave Treasure Extinction Five Corpse Refinements Scripture?’ Is that alright?”

Grand Uncle Master shot Wen Yan a glance, while Fourth Great-uncle Master chuckled.

”You only need to worry about not reciting it wrong.”

”...”

Wen Yan laughed dryly, showing off in front of an expert.

Thinking of last time, going to the hall to practice the scriptures and precious decrees, anyone casually pulled out from there would probably have stronger fundamentals in this area than him.

Wen Yan originally wanted to slack off, but Fourth Great-uncle Master personally took him to set up the Dharma Altar, teaching him hands-on how to do it, then letting him set it up himself.

The idea was that since Wen Yan had already received the talisman, and it’s a Heavenly Bestowed Treasure Talisman, he naturally has the qualifications to set up the altar, but his professional level is indeed a bit weak. Setting up the altar himself helps improve the stability of the ritual, enhancing its effectiveness.

After spending half a day setting up the Dharma Altar, Wen Yan went to the hall to practice the scriptures and precious decrees, followed along with the chanting of transcendence scriptures, and confirmed the version he was going to use. Fuyu Mountain indeed had it, and the disciples had all practiced.

In the evening, during the formal opening of the altar, Wen Yan imitated the gestures as per Immortal Taiyi’s Antithetical Gua Gang Circle, stepping in position, and performing the ritual.

He initiated it, first chanting the scriptures for transcendence purification once, and then, as the main body, over a dozen disciples came as if doing homework, joining in to assist.

One proper ritual’s effect significantly exceeded what Wen Yan achieved before.

Over the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, strands of black mist kept drifting into the air, and countless lost souls emerged continuously. Some even regained a sliver of awareness at the last moment, floating there and bowing to the crowd.

After three rounds, Wen Yan’s mind became free of distractions. He sat cross-legged, eyes gently closed, silently chanting the transcendence scriptures, focusing solely on this task, with no other thoughts.

While he was fully immersed in the transcendence purification, the strange power that had entered his body when reading the bamboo slip began to grow rapidly at a pace far surpassing that during the recitation of classics.

The power roamed throughout Wen Yan’s body, silently merging into every corner of his being.

The Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on his right hand emitted a faint light, and a shred of power from the black fingernail on his left middle finger slowly merged into his body.

The water ring on his hand, the ring formed from his Mythical Trait, and even the wooden talisman he wore, all began slowly increasing in harmony with Wen Yan.

Whether the philosophy Wen Yan believed in aligned with this power was unimportant. A gentleman harmonizes without completely agreeing; they can be different or even not believe at all.

A gentleman assesses actions rather than motives, seeing what works best as the most reliable approach.

Wen Yan had never thought of any other method, but what he did aligned with his power, thus becoming a way to enhance his power, mastering the method.

However, Wen Yan could no longer notice all this. His mind was serene, completely absorbed in it.

On the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, the lingering black smoke began to gradually thin, mingling with the light smoke from incense candles, akin to a long bridge spiraling upwards, vanishing into the sky.

Countless residual and lost souls, after flying out from the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, stepped onto that light smoke bridge, entering the moonlight and disappearing.

Meanwhile, in the empty grand hall plaza, Ren Yubao, transformed into the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell, remained crouched with a gloomy expression inside the small temple, continuing to exert his influence there.

An intangible and invisible force had tightly enveloped the place, even though it was empty now.

But by staying there unmoving, continuously stacking buffs, that mysterious power had already covered the grand hall.

Now Wen Yan’s idea was to have Ren Yubao continue stacking buffs, best influencing the Fateless Pawnshop through the grand hall.

As long as the external Fateless Pawnshop is influenced, resulting in a change, it would be easy to identify.

...

In Nanwu County, Yu State International Airport, a plane slowly landed.

The people aboard were from the Nanyang Union’s nominal capital, coming to the Divine Land for an expo by invitation, with a strong investment interest.

Before the plane landed, one of the men took an invitation out of his chest pocket alongside the boarding pass and other documents, preparing to complete the immigration procedures.

As the plane touched down, the man’s face suddenly looked slightly unwell, turning somewhat pale.

He placed the invitation on top of the stack of documents, touching it with one hand, and his complexion gradually improved.

He gazed out the window, watching a plane take off on the opposite runway, muttering to himself.

”Even this invitation almost wasn’t enough, who laid out these methods here?”

This invitation was from Yu State’s officials, yet unknown means applied at the airport almost suppressed him on the spot with repellent force.

In theory, he hadn’t even technically entered the country yet.

Before even setting foot on the Divine Land, his expression became grim. He decided it would be better to keep a low profile, limiting himself to matters on the invitation only, merely gathering intelligence elsewhere, and avoiding meddling.

Nanwu County was more dangerous than expected; if known, he would’ve entered the Divine Land from elsewhere.

Risking life for a ruined Rich, what foolishness.

If his life weren’t at its limit, he wouldn’t have wanted to come to the Divine Land, let alone to Nanwu County.