Chapter 828 – The Writings of the Superintendent

After the deliberation, the crowd intended to leave.

Li Miaozhen said suspiciously:

“You won’t be coming back.”

“No way no how …….” The crowd waved their hands in succession:

“We’re not that boring, we were just concerned about your situation earlier.”

Li Miaozhen looked left and right, still not quite trusting the modesty of the members of the Tiandi Association, and said:

“You guys go first, I’ll be last.”

Xu Qi’an nodded while saying:

“Myojin, I’ll supervise for you, I’ll take them with me.”

You are the most untrustworthy okay ……….. Li Miaozhen faintly said:

“I’m sorry to bother Xu Yinluo.”

Xu Qi’an’s body swelled up and turned into a “curtain of shadows” that covered everyone, wrapping up the orange cat Asuro and the others and disappearing into the room.

Li Miaozhen did not leave, sat at the table and drank a cup of tea, seeing that no one ever returned.

About half a quarter of an hour after she left, a large “shadow” swelled in the darkness under the table, and the original group returned.

Protector Yuan was dumbstruck.

Xu Qi’an rubbed his hands together:

“Quickly, quickly, what was Myriad Zen’s inner thoughts when she entered the demon?”

“Yes, yes, I’m quite curious to know what will be in Mistress Fei Yan’s mind after she becomes a demon.” Miao Youfang concurred.

Once again, the bigwigs silently gazed at Protector Yuan, giving silent pressure.

Sure enough …….. Protector Yuan sighed, then reached out and fished out another scented pouch, opening it in front of the crowd’s stiffened gazes.

A wisp of green smoke rose up and took the form of Susu.

Suu glared at the people in the room, and a growl of Li Miaozhen came out of her mouth:

“Get the fuck outta here!”

Manipulating Yin Souls, a very common tactic in the Taoist Sect, in fact, the brocade pouch that Li Miaozhen gave to Protector Yuan was two.

Slipped and slipped ……… The members of the Heaven and Earth Society dispersed in a flurry.

…………

Hsu Mansion.

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

Advent was covered in a thin quilt and curled up on his side, his breath long and deep in sleep.

Her face was round and soft, and she pinched it to feel good. Her long eyelashes were thick and slightly curled, and she looked much more demure after closing these flirtatious and flavorful peach blossom eyes.

Xu Qi’an didn’t go to bed immediately, walked over to the desk and sat down, picked up the chicken soup and was just about to take a sip when he suddenly froze, he smelled a few herbs from the chicken soup that tonified the kidneys and strengthened the aphrodisiacs.

Is it because you’ve been cultivating new fields too often lately and you’re worried about my kidney weakness?

Who are you looking down …….. on? Xu Qi’an gulped down the chicken soup.

Men have always come to this aspect of food, even if they are useless to a first-class martial artist.

After drinking the chicken soup, he spread out the rice paper and wrote out the characteristics of the Buddhist transcendent powerhouses as they were, then blew the ink dry and folded it.

Then he pushed open the window door and gazed calmly into the night, and in a few moments a wild bird landed on the edge of the window on its wings.

Xu Qi’an handed over the folded rice paper, and the wild bird took it in its mouth and fluttered its wings.

The Wild Bird’s destination was the Ho-Ki Building.

He intends to consult Wei Yuan’s opinion, although the big Qingyi is now a “weak chicken”, but the strategy, vision and IQ is still there, after giving enough information, it can be deduced.

Then give advice that is informative.

Eyeing the wild birds as they disappeared into the night, Xu Qi’an sat back down at his desk and contemplated.

“First of all, Shenshu’s head must be rescued, this is directly related to our resistance when the great calamity comes. Without a half-step Martial God in attendance, the Central Plains is a leek, to be cut by the Western Regions and the Witch God Cult at will.

“Secondly, before the Great Tribulation, I must raise my cultivation to a half-step Martial God. It’s still a bit of a stretch to cope with the Supremes with just a Divine Shush alone. Therefore, if there’s a chance, I must eat the Garuda Tree. However, this will likely draw a crazy counterattack from the Buddhist Sect.”

Previously, in his prediction, the Buddhist Sect might not be willing to fight to the death with the Great Blessed Transcendent for the head of Shenshu, which would only allow the Witch God Sect to reap the benefits.

So it’s likely that some compromise will be made.

But if Daibong’s transcendent target is the Garo tree, it’s mostly a no-win situation.

“If I don’t manage to decapitate the Gala Tree this time, then I’ll have to think of another way, there are two paths I can take, one: cultivate a force compulsion type transcendent realm compulsion beast. Two: go out to sea and look for the descendants of gods and devils of the same realm.”

“Finally, unraveling the relationship between Buddha and Shinshu, and thoroughly figuring out what secrets are hidden behind this superlative.

“The Buddha Sect has repeatedly bullied me and pushed me too far, it’s time to collect my debt.”

His conflict with the Western Region was extremely deep, and it could be said that all of the crises Xu Qi’an had encountered after stepping into Transcendence had involved the Buddhist Sect.

This revenge will be avenged.

As for failure, he never thought about it, because failure would mean he died in Aranta.

In other words, if he didn’t snatch back Shenshu’s head, he would burn with the Buddha Sect and turn the Buddha into a bare-knuckle commander.

This was the confidence of a first-class martial artist.

………..

The next day, at dawn, he opened his eyes, moved Prosper’s long legs off his belly, got up and walked over to the window, opening it.

“Fluttering ……..”

A wild bird landed on the edge of the window, its beak nibbling on rice paper folded into tofu blocks.

Xu Qi’an took the rice paper and unfolded it to read:

“At this level, scheming no longer means much, and you have done well in terms of co-ordination and layout. But has it ever occurred to you that you can target the Buddhist Sect and the Witch God Cult by cooperating between systems.

“The same could be true for the opponents; if the Witch God Sect and the Buddhist Sect swapped a second rank, it would only be a minor adjustment, but it could potentially sway the battle in the capital, or even in Arantha.

“Saren Agu will not venture to the West himself, the third rank has a limited role, who it is that will go, I think you have an idea in your heart. And the Buddhist Sect’s Third and Second Pins have almost all withered away, with only one Second Pin of the Duyue Luohan.

“If I remember correctly, he extremely esteemed Mahayana Buddhism and wanted to be the founder of Mahayana Dharma Buddhism, and this person could be lured by profit.

“The Witch God Cult hates Da Feng to the bone and will never cooperate with Da Feng when there is little benefit, so there is no need to think of an alliance with Alun Agu.

“You can go west in peace, I have the capital.”

Phew, although Wei Gong is now a weak chicken, his commitment is always inexplicably reassuring …….. Xu Qi’an exhaled a breath.

After a brief wash, he made a shadowy leap to Yorihime’s room.

The vixen sat in front of the vanity mirror, brushing her black and beautiful hair, sensing the chi barrier blocking the room, she said sweetly:

“Wouldn’t His Highness, Linan, have a problem with that?”

Xu Qi’an bristled, “Then I’ll go?”

“I’m just saying, slave.”

Night Ji where willing to let him go, hastily shook her small waist over, sent her round and firm buttocks to his thighs, and smoothly wrapped her arms around Xu Qi’an’s neck, while looking at the water leakage:

“Only half an hour oh.”

As she spoke, she knew how to seductively wiggle her arse to let her lover feel her plumpness.

The big deal is that six knives a second, under the premise of the same time, speed up the flat A is also the same …….. Xu Qi’an wrapped his arms around the night concubine and collapsed into the big bed.

Half an hour later, the morning exercises ended, and Xu Qi’an, who had taken his breakfast, headed to the Sitian Supervisor.

Going to the seventh floor alchemy room to look for Song Qing, unexpectedly, Song Qing, who had made the alchemy room his home, was not here.

“Where’s Senior Brother Song?”

Xu Qi’an asked the warlock in the Dan room.

“I don’t know, Senior Brother Song didn’t come today, strange, he usually lives in the alchemy room.”

The white-clad warlock said he wasn’t sure.

“You didn’t go looking for it?” Xu Qi’an felt strange, wasn’t the sudden and perverse disappearance of a person something to be wary of?

“What a waste of time looking for someone to interfere with doing alchemical experiments.” The warlock replied so.

…….. Xu Qi’an arched his hand toward him and made a shadowy leap to the mess hall, seeing Chu Caiwei, the dry cook.

Chu Caiwei was at a loss:

“Huh? I don’t know, Senior Brother Song probably went out to buy breakfast.”

He would not spend one or two quarters of an hour to run outside for a bite of food ……… Xu Qi an spat in his heart, and he then went to see Sun Xuanji, which led him to learn that Song Qing was in the Book Collection Pavilion from the mouth of Senior Brother Sun, no, Protector Yuan.

The Book Depository was located on the eighth floor and gathered writings on geography, feng shui, medicine, medicinal herbs, smelting, material science, and so on.

It was established six hundred years ago, from the first Supervisor of the first generation, generations of the Sutenkai Warlocks with their own talent, “built” this library.

Xu Qi’an found Song Qing at the innermost part of the Book Depository, where Senior Brother Song sat cross-legged on the ground, books piled up around him.

“Senior Brother Song, there’s something I want to ask you ………”

Before Xu Qi’an could finish his sentence, he heard Song Qing lower his head, flipping through books as he said:

“How do you refine the life essence of a First Grade Martial Artist?”

“You know?” Xu Qi’an was taken aback, not expecting Old Song to be so efficient.

“Senior Brother Sun told me last night, it’s really a difficult task that makes one’s blood boil and one’s scalp go numb.” With messy hair and deep dark circles under his eyes, the Alchemy Maniac revealed a demented smile.

Didn’t sleep all night ah! Xu Qi’an pursued, “Any results yet.”

Song Qing shook her head.

“What’s the difficulty here?” Xu Qi’an asked without understanding.

“The formation for refining blood pills can only extract the life essence of ordinary people, which is relatively easy. But the life essence of a first grade expert is condensed to the extreme, and it’s too difficult to extract it.

“It’s like removing impurities from iron ore is easy, but removing impurities from refined iron is difficult. We need to start with formation patterns, materials, etc……….”

宋卿吧啦吧啦说了一大堆，反正许七安是一点都没听进去。

Song Qing licked his tongue with intent and commanded:

“You’re here just in time, find out everything alchemy, life and formation related for me and I’ll try to come up with as much as I can.”

Without any nonsense, Xu Qi’an pushed open the window, and after a while, a black swarm of birds flew in, sharing their vision with Xu Qi’an and finding one book after another in the relevant field, and soon the books in front of Song Qing were placed higher than a person.

“Don’t you just look at it.” Song Qing raised her head and said with a disgruntled face:

“Duke Xu is also a wizard in the field of alchemy, no worse than me, combining the efforts of you and I, we can definitely come up with a way to refine the life essence of a first-grade martial artist.”

Saying so, he revealed an expectant expression, as if Xu Qi’an was truly a great master in the field of alchemy.

I’m just a waterboy who can’t memorize the periodic table of elements ………. So he pretended he was a bigot and concentrated on flipping through the books.

As time passed by, Xu Qi’an suddenly said:

“Are there any writings of the Superintendent here?”

“No!” Song Qing shook her head.

“Why don’t you take a look at the Supervisor’s book.”

Song Qing snorted at his words:

“The old man had to say that the bio-alchemy I aspire to is the evil way, and I defied him by trying to beat him in the field of alchemy. That’s why I don’t read his books.”

You do not look at me to see …….. Xu Qi’an gave a false burst of praise, then asked:

“On which side are the writings of the Superintendent?”

“Turn right and go straight to the end, it’s full of the writings of Mr. Supervisor Zheng.” Song Qing said.

Xu Qi’an complied, walking towards the front of the bookshelf, his eyes swept over, and with a fierce stare, he saw a book with a title that read:

“The Method of Promoting a Half-Step Martial God”.

Xu Qi’an twisted his head and silently glanced at Song Qing, who was immersed in his own world and bent on surpassing Supervisor Zheng.

What the hell are you doing?

Is there anything better in the world than a free whore?

At the same time, a chill inexplicably surged through Xu Qi’an’s heart.

Supervisor Zheng even knows the method to promote half-step Martial God ……….