In Binhai County, where Fuyu Mountain is located, among the younger generation, Fuyu Mountain’s Qin Kun is undoubtedly the number one expert.
Exactly because of this, people gossip about them behind their backs every day. After all, Fuyu Mountain is one of the sects qualified to impart talisman teachings, but actually relies on a single martial artist to hold up the reputation.
This, Old Xi knows well.
But today, he didn’t dare sleep a wink. He stared wide-eyed, counting on and on.
Even if you discount the first five times—when Wen Yan’s practice wasn’t up to standard and didn’t count as a full run—the number of times completed in succession afterward had already reached twenty-eight.
The more he watched, the more his heart pounded with fear, worried that Wen Yan would exhaust himself and just suddenly drop dead in the middle of practice.
But in reality, the more Wen Yan practiced, the more energized he got; every set looked better than the last. His movements grew smoother, his punches stronger and more controlled—way better than this morning.
And judging from Wen Yan’s complexion now, his cheeks were rosy, firepower blazing, he was clearly in a state where Yang Energy was so abundant it overflowed, making it hard for any malicious force to invade him.
If any wandering ghosts ran into Wen Yan in this state, just one bump and they’d be insta-killed on the spot.
Old Xi watched, both scared and shocked. This is what it’s like when someone with Scorching Sun starts training Scorching Sun Fist—absolutely terrifying.
He couldn’t even imagine—if Wen Yan was given ten more years, just how frightening could he become?
Conservatively speaking, he should at least be on par with Nanwu County’s Tuoba Martial God—singlehandedly crushing a sixth-level Domain.
After Wen Yan finished his food, he poured some soup over the last bit of rice, cleaned his bowl, and only then did he finally feel full.
Looking at the empty bowls on the table, Wen Yan felt a bit worried.
"Bro, my appetite suddenly got way bigger—is this normal?"
"Pretty... normal. Martial training burns a ton of energy—being a scholar just requires paper and ink, but a martial artist needs meat. You need to eat a lot, burn a lot, and the supplements really burn your wallet, too!
Even back in ancient times, the Four Treasures of the Study and books were pricey, but still nowhere near as costly as martial training.
You’ve got the Scorching Sun Divine Skill, so you can use stuff like Warm Jade—cheap stuff—as a stand-in for the Yang Energy you need for Scorching Sun Fist. Other people don’t get deals like that.
Plus, it’s a lot easier to get meat now than it used to be. Just eat up and take care of your body—absolutely nothing wrong with that."
Old Xi swore up and down, way more confident than even for himself.
He’d never told Wen Yan this before, but actually, Scorching Sun Fist comes with a little potential test built in. He thought that potential test was pretty much meaningless for Wen Yan now.
Meanwhile, Wen Yan pondered quietly—since Scorching Sun Blessing could even be given to a Little Zombie without harming him, maybe it could be given to people too?
"Bro, can Scorching Sun Blessing be applied to the living? Any risks?"
"As long as you control the power, shouldn’t be any risk." Old Xi said calmly, but his heartbeat suddenly jumped.
"Bro, wanna give it a try?"
"Well... uh... would that be okay?" Despite what he said, Old Xi scooted over immediately.
Wen Yan channeled his Yang Energy, pressing a finger onto Old Xi’s body. Instantly, a faint shimmer, like a spreading ripple, swiftly enveloped Old Xi.
The fatigue in Old Xi’s eyes vanished at once, a faint golden glow seemed to appear on his skin’s surface.
Feeling the Yang Energy flooding into his body—bestowed upon him—he instantly performed a set of Scorching Sun Fist, feeling the Yang Energy flow, nurturing his body and repairing micro-injuries inside. His emotions almost ran wild—he nearly teared up.
Having experienced it in person, he immediately understood why Grand Uncle Master, even without being 100% sure, gave him access to everything about Scorching Sun Fist except its external skills, telling him to let anyone learn it if they wanted.
Giving others the Scorching Sun Blessing is actually better than taking an expensive supplement.
This is the pure Yang Energy of the Scorching Sun Blessing—the power of growth—naturally without any sense of rejection, extremely gentle. Unless you go overboard, it’s pure benefit and entirely harmless, with absolutely zero side effects.
If he were qualified to make decisions, right now he’d be dragging Wen Yan to Fuyu Mountain, promising him whatever he wanted, and letting him do whatever he pleased.
If things hadn’t fallen to this point, with even their own disciples thinking their sect was just talk, maybe this would already have been Fuyu Mountain’s last big chance.
Old Xi felt he needed to find a chance to discuss this with Wen Yan, then go make a thorough report to Grand Uncle Master about him.
He really felt that Fuyu Mountain should pay more attention, and honestly—this was good for Wen Yan, too.
Still, this can’t be rushed—take it slow.
In Duanzhou, Feng Yao already gave Cai Qidong a face-to-face report on the intel he got from Wen Yan.
After thinking carefully for the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, Cai Qidong figured since Mo Zhicheng’s case had been confirmed to be related to Duanzhou Chemical Plant—and the Different Race inside the Water Ghost Domain named Lady Lie was also tied to the plant—
The key point was, this also involved the Soul Devouring Beast.
So, as top priority, absolutely any and all means that could be used were on the table.
Cai Qidong wasn’t about to fake it, so he immediately contacted the Scorching Sun Department headquarters’ top boss with an urgent, encrypted connection and confirmed one thing on the spot.
Within the Scorching Sun Department, there’s a secret oversight unit, called... the Sanitation Office.
Both Cai Qidong and the big shots at HQ felt this name was perfect—low-key, and the implied meaning fit just right.
Cai Qidong was the director of this office.
This wasn’t just to fool outsiders, or an empty title.