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Feng’an City, Ningyun Square courtyard.

"Have me embed the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed into more than twenty thousand Yin soldiers, and then pass on the Transmission Secret Method one by one?"

"No way!"

Chen Mu gripped the White Jade Gourd containing the Soul-Departing Soup from the East Pole Longevity Scripture and did not let go, but his head shook like a rattle-drum.

Lü Liang stared at Chen Mu speechlessly, You want the East Pole Longevity Scripture, but don’t want to do the work? Really...

"How about, I find you a few more Secret Techniques?"

"Find... even finding a few more Secret Techniques won’t do." Chen Mu continued to shake his head.

"My time is very precious. I can’t waste it on this." he said resolutely.

Time is precious? If time is so precious, then why do you keep running off to night revelries?

"What if I could take care of the Divine-Sealing Pact for you?"

"If you really want to go to the Yang Realm, the Divine-Sealing Pact is an obstacle you can’t get around."

"And I, the Young City Lord of Feng’an City, can help you bypass certain harsh conditions." Lü Liang took out his trump card.

"Can you change the hundred-year restriction in the pact?!" Chen Mu was immediately delighted.

"I can’t do that." Lü Liang shook his head: "But we have ways to employ the Substitute Puppet Technique, letting someone else endure a hundred years in the City God Dojo on your behalf."

"For over a thousand years, there have always been native Yin Spirits like me curious about the Yang Realm, wanting to see different sights. So..." Lü Liang shrugged with ease.

Chen Mu suddenly realized.

In the Netherworld, most Yin Spirits come from the River of Oblivion. But Yin Spirits are flesh and blood, an alternative form of life. With the combination of Yin and Yang, it is natural for offspring to be conceived. These newborn Yin Spirits have only heard descriptions of the Yang Realm from their elders; they’ve never seen it, so longing is inevitable.

Ordinary Yin Spirits mostly harbor a mere wish, and few would guard the City God Dojo for a hundred years just for a thought. But second-generation city dwellers like Lü Liang have the strength and resources to exploit loopholes to see the Yang Realm for themselves.

"Your Jade Tablet didn’t mention this." Chen Mu’s face darkened.

"After all, it’s not an official route, how could it be widely known?" Lü Liang waved his hand and chuckled lightly.

It’s those unspoken hidden rules, I get it.

However...

"The Divine-Sealing Pact requires a signature at Yinshan Prefecture City, Feng’an City is just a Guard City under Qingyang City, do you really have the power to exploit this loophole?" Chen Mu expressed doubt.

"In the past, indeed we had to look at others’ faces, and the cost was enormous. But in no more than a year, that will no longer be a problem." Lü Liang said mysteriously.

"And we have to thank you for providing the Ghost Gate. My City Lord father has already led troops to Beyond Heaven. Just wait till he captures enough Spirit Mechanism, he can then advance to a Yin God."

"By then, Feng’an City will be on equal footing with Qingyang City, and slightly intervening in the Divine-Sealing Pact, applying the Substitute Puppet Technique, won’t be so difficult."

The City Lord of Feng’an City actually went to Beyond Heaven? And he can soon advance to a Yin God?

There hasn’t been a hint of unusual news within the city; this has been well hidden!

"Can you make decisions in place of your father?" Chen Mu was somewhat hesitant.

"I am the Young City Lord!"

Tsk, I forgot this is a genuine second-generation city dweller.

"This matter... it’s not impossible."

Chen Mu smacked his lips.

Back in Nether Demon Heaven, he scattered far more than twenty thousand Heavenly Demon Spirit Seeds. It was just a matter of gritting one’s teeth and enduring, tiring, but not difficult.

If he could safely return to the Yang Realm... it’s worth a try!

After pondering for a while, Chen Mu took out a Black Leather Scroll: "Take it to have your twenty thousand Yin soldiers recite it."

"You agree?" Lü Liang was delighted: "This scripture is..."

"The Heavenly Demon Curse, Curse Words that draw the Spirit Seed into the body."

"Have your subordinate Yin soldiers silently recite the Scripture Scrolls. A thousand times for many, at least once for few, the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed will naturally appear in their bodies."

The Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed was somewhat nefarious, and Chen Mu didn’t want too many people to know about him, that was too dangerous.

Using the Heavenly Demon Curse carried no such risk, it could attract the Spirit Seed, and he wouldn’t need to show himself, safe.

...

East garden of the City Lord Mansion in Feng’an City.

On the exterior corridor outside the door, Lü Liang stared at the black-skinned scripture on the long low table in front of him, lost in thought.

"This nameless scripture is that man’s plot?" Lü Thirteen couldn’t help but speak up: "Does he intend to seed more people with the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed?"

"Is it possible he gains some benefit from inside the Spirit Seed?"

"Like... assistance in Secret Technique cultivation!"

Lü Liang fiddled with the White Jade tea cup, nodding thoughtfully: "That man’s speed in cultivating the Yin Wind Escape was indeed astonishingly fast."

"Judging from the aura emanating from that day’s celestial phenomena, his half a year of cultivation could actually compare to others’ several years."

"With such speed, it might well be due to the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed." Lü Liang couldn’t help but clench the tea cup in his hand.

"First, he gives us the Ghost Gate, making father willingly lead the troops to battle."

"With the mass departure of Yin soldiers, the defenses of Feng’an City are bound to be vulnerable."

"And having the Yin soldiers introduce the Spirit Seed into their bodies is the quickest way to enhance the strength of the Yin soldiers."

"One link after another, deep calculations indeed..." Lü Liang smiled bitterly, feeling a chill in his heart.

"I’m just afraid the Spirit Seed might have other side effects." Lü Thirteen looked uneasy.

"We have no choice." Lü Liang sighed.

"Most of the Thousand Blade Camp’s forces have been taken by father to Beyond Heaven, leaving only about twenty thousand fully trained Ghost Pattern Yin Soldiers from the remaining two hundred thousand troops."

"If truly a large number of Strange Demons were to attack the city, it would be very hard for us to fend off this disaster."

Lü Thirteen sighed along: "Then this scripture..."

"Pass it on!" Lü Liang nodded firmly: "Distribute a copy to each of the two hundred thousand soldiers in the Thousand Blade Camp."

"Compared to the entire Feng’an City, twenty thousand Yin Spirits are nothing; we can afford to lose them."

...

On the third floor of the night spot, in a corner room, a short and stocky man with thinning hair sat listlessly at a round table.

Soon, a breeze blew in from the half-open window, and a small-eyed, tall and thin middle-aged man materialized in the room.

The man’s face was cold, he cautiously scanned the surroundings, then his middle and index fingers stood erect on his right hand, and a wave of invisible isolation force suddenly enveloped the entire room.

"Any new moves from Lü Wen?"

"He’s the lord of an entire city, and I’m just a little auxiliary soldier; what the hell would I know." The short and stocky man rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The small-eyed middle-aged man slightly frowned, struggling to suppress the urge to scold.

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The fellow before me is an undercover agent from the Qingyang City Secret Spy Bureau, who had painstakingly infiltrated the Thousand Blade Camp. I shouldn’t be too hard on him.

"I say, can we not meet in the dead of night next time?" the short, stocky man said with dissatisfaction.

"This was the meeting place you chose yourself." The small-eyed middle-aged man replied with a slightly upturned corner of his mouth, a hint of amusement on his face.

"I’ve changed my mind, okay!" the short, stocky man lamented with a mournful face, "How was I to know these female ghosts would be so troublesome?"

"After one visit, my legs go weak for three days. If I meet with you a few more times, I’m afraid I’ll be drained of my essence and enter the Nine Serenities Abyss ahead of time!"

The small-eyed middle-aged man almost burst into laughter.

A group of toughs who willingly threw themselves into the dead of night to practice the Rakshasa Celestial Maiden’s Method, how could they be ordinary?

"Have you really thought it over, you want to change the place?"

The short, stocky man hesitated for a long time, gnashed his teeth, stamped his feet, with a resolute look, "No change!"

The small-eyed middle-aged man: "..."

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"Forget it, we’ll talk about it later." The short, stocky man sighed and took out a scripture from his bosom and placed it in front of him.

The small-eyed middle-aged man raised an eyebrow at the grease-stained corners of the scripture, "The East Pole Longevity Scripture? Where did it come from?"

"The Young City Lord distributed it, one to every person. He said it should be recited three times every morning and evening, claiming it could prolong life and ensure safety."

"Could it be some kind of secret technique that affects the mind?" The moment the small-eyed man flipped open the cover of the scripture, his hand trembled, and he quickly closed the pages again.

"It’s just some teachings about living in the present and guiding people towards virtue. If it could truly influence the mind, would I be so drawn to lingering in the dead of night?" the short, stocky man replied with an eye roll.

"Really no problem?"

"I’ve been reciting it with the others in the camp for several days now, what could possibly go wrong?"

The small-eyed middle-aged man nodded slightly and started to examine the text of the book carefully, word by word.

The man before him was thick-headed, not very sharp. If it were not for his unique divine skills, he would not have been chosen as a covert agent.

"You don’t understand, our brains naturally have certain patterns, which help us deal with difficulties on normal days, but they have their flaws."

"Some scriptures are quite sinister, capable of exploiting these flaws to insidiously plant evil thoughts. They make you no longer yourself, like a walking corpse."

"That sinister?!" The thought made the short, stocky man shiver, looking at the scripture he had turned the pages of.

Seeing the short, stocky man’s fear, the small-eyed middle-aged man couldn’t help but smirk.

As an undercover agent, rashness was not an option. This was a good opportunity to teach him a lesson.

He remained silent, slowly flipping through the pages.

After a while, when the short, stocky man couldn’t help but start trembling in his legs, the middle-aged man closed the book with great solemnity.

"This scripture…" He drew out his words, leaving the other person in suspense.

"This scripture, it…"

Watching the other’s state of tension, he couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

But as he laughed, he froze in place, not daring to move.

He saw a pitch-black sky canvas with over a dozen bright stars suddenly and silently appear in his mind!

When? What is this?

Why did it appear in my mind?! Is there really something wrong with this scripture?

I’m done for!

Just then, the short, stocky man spoke up innocently, "After reading this scripture, apart from having an extra piece of sky in my head, I didn’t feel any evil thoughts, so it can’t be problematic, right?"

"You actually know the consequences of reciting this scripture?!" The small-eyed middle-aged man’s eyes bulged out in astonishment.

"You knew and you didn’t tell me?"

"Whose undercover agent are you, damn it?!"

"Son of a bitch!"

...

In Feng’an City, at Ningyun Square.

Chen Mu lay beneath the Moonlight Tree.

A pearl the size of a walnut, plump and smooth, hovered before his eyes. Star-sparkling Heavenly Demon Spirit Seeds formed a ring orbit, slowly circling the round pearl.

At a certain moment, a murmur of dense whispers passed by his ears, as though countless people were calling his name at once.

Chen Mu felt slightly dazed, and when he came to, he saw that most of the spirit seeds surrounding the Divine Fetus pearl had vanished. Countless invisible connections suddenly appeared in his heart.

"They’re leaving already?" Chen Mu scratched his head.

When Shen Yan used the Heavenly Demon Curse to draw the spirit seeds, it was equally sudden. He hadn’t even noticed when the spirit seeds vanished into thin air and appeared within Shen Yan without a trace.

This time he focused his attention closely, yet he had only detected a faint sense of haziness.

"How can it just disappear here and appear over there despite the distance? Wormhole travel? Quantum entanglement? Ha…" Chen Mu amused himself with wild speculation until he laughed at his own thoughts.

Just as he regained his senses, the Divine Fetus pearl suddenly emitted a gentle, lustrous, white light, and tiny sparkling pearls appeared around the Divine Fetus, instantly replenishing the missing spirit seeds.

"It can replenish automatically?"

"It seems the Divine Fetus is becoming more perfect," he shrugged with a cheerful grin.

Not long after, the sense of dizziness returned, and a large number of Heavenly Demon Spirit Seeds disappeared again.

...

For two days straight, this occasional sense of distraction kept recurring.

Because of this, Chen Mu deliberately secluded himself in the depths of Thousand Lanterns City, where, though bereft of daylight, was indeed a place that could shield against external dangers.

Only after another three days did he return to his small courtyard.

Now, sparse recitations of the Heavenly Demon Curse could still be heard, but they could no longer affect his spirit. On one hand, he had grown accustomed to these calls, and on the other, the peak period of drawing spirit seeds had passed, and the number of practitioners had greatly reduced.

"But… the numbers seem a bit off, don’t they?" Chen Mu, somewhat uncertain, rubbed his shining, bald head.

With the Divine Fetus automatically replenishing the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seeds, it was difficult for him to calculate precisely.

"Never mind, it’s just a few more people, who still rely on returning to the Yang Realm."

"Besides, it’s not like it’s all for nothing." Chen Mu chuckled and pulled out a White Jade Gourd.

"The Five Dragons Scripture, a method that can counter the Divine Fetus’ edge, I must practice quickly!" He uncorked and gulped it down.

"I’m eager to see what mysteries this Secret Technique holds." Chen Mu rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes in anticipation.

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