Divine Transcendence

Chapter 135: The last time

Chapter 135: The last time

"What... what kind of help?" Wu Sang was somewhat unnerved by Yuan Ming’s laughter, he hesitated.

"I need you to collect all the incense ash from the censer on the altar in the main hall of the temple. Once it’s done, I’m willing to give you ten silver coins, how about it?" Yuan Ming asked.

He could have collected it secretly himself, but he didn’t want to waste too much time. These worldly gold and silver were of little value to him, especially since he had recently received a compensation from the old pipe smoker.

"What do you need the incense ash for?" Wu Sang’s heart pounded at the mention of "ten silver coins", but thinking of what happened during the day, he frowned and asked.

"When someone in my hometown gets sick, they drink water mixed with incense ash. I suddenly had a stomachache this morning." Yuan Ming admitted generously.

"Drinking incense ash to cure diseases? There are such folk remedies here too."

Wu Sang said noncommittally, but he was somewhat skeptical about Yuan Ming’s method of treatment.

"If you’re unwilling, I can go directly to the temple priest, I believe he would be happy to help cure diseases." Yuan Ming’s eyes rolled, he said.

"Haha, that would be too much trouble, and Brother Galong is still angry, you better not provoke him. I’ll take care of this for you when everyone is resting tonight, you don’t need to bother others. Take care." Wu Sang laughed and quickly said.

After sending Wu Sang away, Yuan Ming returned to his room and began to operate his mana, transferring it into the censer once again.

He suddenly thought of the scene where the little emperor was concentrating on practicing the "Fireball Technique", the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

Subconsciously, he imitated the little emperor’s posture, spreading his legs and taking a horse stance.

Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the process of mana operation in his body at that time, as well as the spells, then opened his eyes, extended his arm, raised his index finger, and began to operate his mana.

Soon, a fireball about the size of a walnut kernel appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a "sizzling" sound, above his fingertip.

Although the fireball didn’t look big, a scorching high temperature spread throughout the room as the fireball appeared.

Yuan Ming looked at the "Fireball Technique" he had cast for the first time, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, it seemed that his talent in learning magic was not bad.

He stared intently at the small fireball on his fingertip, observing it carefully, comparing it with the fireball technique Chen Wan had used in his memory, it seemed that there was no difference except for the size.

Could the key to this magic be the continuous infusion of mana by the little emperor, making the fireball grow bigger to enhance its power?

This guess was quickly suppressed by him.

Firstly, he was currently in the mundane world, it was really inconvenient to continue studying the Fireball Technique. Secondly, he wanted to figure out the key to the incense possession, and didn’t have much energy to consider other details.

In the early hours of the night, Wu Sang came over like a thief, carrying a heavy cloth bag.

Yuan Ming checked it and found that the incense ash was no different from what he had collected during the day. It was indeed the incense ash accumulated on the incense table for many years, so he gave Wu Sang ten silver coins.

After Wu Sang asked a few questions about Yuan Ming’s illness, he left happily: "Indeed, the pharmacy is the most profitable business, there’s no doubt about it. After paying off the debt, should I consider doing this for a living? It’s risk-free and guaranteed income whether it’s drought or flood!"

Yuan Ming had no interest in Wu Sang’s little thoughts, he continued to practice while transferring mana to help the censer recover.

For the next seven days, he hardly went out, and Wu Sang rarely came to see him.

That morning, the Tai Chi pattern on the censer finally lit up with a faint glow.

Yuan Ming couldn’t wait to pick up a thumb-thick black incense stick from the table and insert it into the censer.

In order to extend his possession time, he mixed three times the amount of incense ash into this stick of incense, and also increased the amount of other materials.

After locking the door, Yuan Ming lit the black incense.

As the blue smoke rose, that familiar feeling came again, Yuan Ming rubbed his hands, full of anticipation.

When he woke up from the darkness again, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around.

This time, he didn’t see the golden and splendid hall, nor did he smell the refreshing scent of incense, instead, a fragrance of rouge and powder entered his nostrils.

What he saw was a boudoir with light gauze curtains.

He had a bad feeling, and subconsciously wanted to touch his own cheek, but found that the body he was possessing did not move, just like last time, he could not control the actions of this body at all.

He couldn’t even turn his eyes, he could only see what this body could see.

Fortunately, at this time, the body’s owner’s gaze moved down, and Yuan Ming saw two bulging peaks and a white lotus arm propped on the table, and the clothes on her body were clearly a woman’s dress.

"It’s not the little emperor, nor the horseman, but a woman-----" Yuan Ming muttered to himself,

At this moment, the body’s owner got up, but accidentally knocked the table with a "clang".

"Xiao Yuan, what are you doing?" A slightly reproachful voice immediately came from outside.

Xiao Yuan? Is this the name of the body’s owner?

Then, Yuan Ming heard a crisp voice coming from "his" body: "Nothing, I just bumped my foot.…"

At this time, the bead curtain outside the gauze was lifted, and a beautiful woman walked in from outside, her dress was the same as Yuan Ming’s.

Yuan Ming took a closer look, and then realized that they were both dressed as maids.

"Xiao Yuan, you were asked to get a fan for the young lady, what are you doing here? Master Lin will be here soon, and you’re still dawdling here?" The beautiful maid scolded.

"I don’t know why, but I felt a little dizzy just now..." Xiao Yuan said weakly."You, you’re just too fond of being lazy." The beautiful maid pointed at her with a playful finger, saying.

"I..."

Before Xiao Yuan could finish her sentence, Yuan Ming fainted again.

In the next instant, his consciousness sank into darkness.

When he woke up again, he was still sitting in the temple’s side room, the thick black incense in the censer in front of him had already burned out.

"It seems like the time hasn’t increased much from the last time..." Yuan Ming picked up the censer, his face showing helplessness.

As for the pattern of The Great Ultimate on the censer, it had naturally extinguished again.

"It seems I have to keep trying." Yuan Ming adjusted his mood and said so.

In the following month, Yuan Ming tried different materials in combination with incense ash to make black incense.

He tried a total of four times, one of which was attached to Wang Shun, but each time the result was the same. The attachment time was short and hasty, and he couldn’t control the host’s free movement, let alone investigate and verify his identity.

This left Yuan Ming speechless.

Seeing that the time to return to the sect was approaching, he decided to make one last attempt before leaving.

He took out a spirit stone from his storage ring, smashed it into powder, and added it to the incense.

With the addition of the spirit stone powder, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power in the incense.

Then, Yuan Ming took out some incense ash and added it to the incense.

As various materials were mixed and stirred, another batch of incense was successfully made by Yuan Ming.

This time he returned to the original size, no longer making the exaggerated thick incense.

However, after the incense was made, Yuan Ming strangely found that he could not feel the spiritual power fluctuation from it.

"Could it be that the spiritual power has dissipated?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

But he didn’t think much about it and lit the black incense again.

But this time, before lighting the incense, he kept chanting "Little Emperor" in his heart, hoping to attach to him again.

In the previous many times of lighting incense and attaching, only when he was attached to the Little Emperor, the benefits were the greatest.

In addition to infusing mana into the censer to help it recover these days, Yuan Ming couldn’t help but ponder the strange "Fireball Technique" in his spare time.

Because when he was attached to the Little Emperor, he truly observed the process of his spell casting, and even felt the flow of mana in the Little Emperor’s body when he was casting the spell. Therefore, Yuan Ming came back to ponder carefully, combined with previous experience, and quickly learned it.

However, he still couldn’t reach the level of the Little Emperor’s spell casting.

Yuan Ming still hoped to attach to the Little Emperor again, and it would be best to feel his spell casting process again.

"It must be the Little Emperor, it must be the Little Emperor..." Until his consciousness completely sank into darkness, Yuan Ming was still shouting in his heart.

In the next instant, his vision finally lit up again.

He saw a finely carved dragon chair and a desk piled with memorials.

"Your Majesty, why not take a break and continue?" At this time, a somewhat sharp voice sounded.

Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Ming’s host turned his gaze and saw a young eunuch in eunuch’s clothes, serving a bowl of ginseng tea.

"It’s really the Little Emperor, I really attached to the Little Emperor..." After Yuan Ming confirmed this, he was immediately overjoyed.

This meant that one of his long-standing conjectures had been preliminarily verified.

His attachment was not truly random and disorderly, but closely related to the things or people he was thinking about, and could not be separated.

"Dealing with these government affairs is really boring, cultivation is more fun. I was really stupid before, actually not willing to cultivate. Next time the National Teacher comes, my Exploding Flame Technique will definitely surprise him."

At this time, the Little Emperor spoke.

Yuan Ming could clearly feel his excitement, and even he himself was a bit eager to try.

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