“Master~!” This time, Bai Yunzi did not wake up again and truly passed away.

Everyone cried out in unison.

Half an hour later, Yi Chen dried the tears from the corners of his eyes, helped his junior brothers up, and after carefully cleaning Master’s body, moved five large bundles of firewood from the backyard shed to cremate Master’s remains.

Amidst the roaring flames, the four disciples sat in each direction, reciting the scriptures for the dead. The firelight illuminated their faces as their Master’s body was slowly reduced to ashes in the great fire.

Yi Chen composed himself, looked at Qing Yunzi and the twins, Qingfeng and Mingyue, and his expression gradually hardened with resolve.

Qingfeng and Mingyue were only eight years old, orphans found by Master, and Qing Yunzi, was only slightly older at fifteen. As the eldest disciple, it was his responsibility to bear the weight of their sorrows and not to dwell in pain.

After finally persuading the three younger brothers to rest, Yi Chen looked out at the moon through the window, his heart filled with confusion and melancholy.

With the loss of his Master, their pillar of strength, could he uphold the dignity of the Hidden Dragon Temple? Master was straightforward and made many enemies in his life.

Without “Spiritual Awareness,” one could not cultivate Master’s Pure Yang Technique power but only practice the Minor Pure Yang Technique.

The difference between the true energy Pure Yang Technique and the internal energy from the Minor Pure Yang Technique was vast, despite sounding similar.

In a world dominated by demons and evil spirits, a single unit of Pure Yang true energy was worth ten or even a hundred units of ordinary internal energy.

A cultivator with true energy facing a martial artist with high internal energy was like fighting a harmless toddler.

Various thoughts raced through Yi Chen’s mind.

“Right, Master’s belongings, he wanted me to open them after his death. Now that Master has passed, it’s time to see what his second wish was.”

Yi Chen hurried to his Master’s room, where a black package lay beside the bed.

Upon opening the package, he found two letters and a small box.

One letter was addressed to his beloved disciple Yi Chen, and the other to the Abbess Piaoxue of Shuiyue Nunnery, with the sender being… Yi Fengjiu.

Yi Chen: “…”

Good heavens, Abbess Piaoxue of Shuiyue Nunnery, did Master have a romantic interest? No wonder he kept his mouth shut about his belongings before his death…

Considering the fact that Qingfeng and Mingyue were still young, it indeed wasn’t suitable to discuss such matters in front of the children.

Upon opening the package, Yi Chen’s mind was filled with thoughts of “what the heck.”

Yi Chen opened the letter Master left for him.

“My disciple, as you read this letter, I have already passed away. There is only one regret that has always weighed on my mind. I have lived a life of integrity but have failed one person.”

“If the time is right in the future, after your junior brothers have found their footing, take my ashes and this letter to the Great Capital to find a nun named Piaoxue at Shuiyue Nunnery and give her my ashes and this letter.”

“Then, I can rest in peace.”

“Also, the box contains the token of the head of Hidden Dragon Temple, a tradition that has been passed down for a thousand years, and now I am passing it on to you. If you decide to step down in the future, pass it on to your junior brother, Qing Yunzi.”

“In these times, with evil spirits rampant, you must protect yourselves. If Hidden Dragon Temple cannot be maintained, or if none of you awaken your ‘Spiritual Awareness,’ then go your separate ways.”

“While it is my wish to glorify the teachings of Hidden Dragon Temple, it is more important to me that you all live well.”

“Lastly, I will say something important twice.”

“Do not peek at the letter for Abbess Piaoxue, nor show it to anyone else, or relay its contents.

Do not peek at the letter for Abbess Piaoxue, nor show it to anyone else, or relay its contents.

If you disobey, you are no longer my disciple, and I will rest uneasy in death…..”

Yi Chen: “…”

Master being so strict on this matter makes him really curious.

After pondering over the wax-sealed letter, despite being extremely curious, Yi Chen didn’t dare to let Master rest uneasily… so he carefully stored the letter away.

After hiding the letter in a secret spot in his room, Yi Chen opened the black box from the package, which contained a dark green jade ring. This was the token of the head of Hidden Dragon Temple.

It was one of the few things Master left in this world.

Yi Chen, feeling sentimental, wore the ring and caressed it. Soon, a cool sensation flowed from the ring, absorbed through his finger into his body.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and a light screen appeared in his sight.

【Name: Yi Chen】

【Lifespan: 18/89】

【Strength: 2.0, Physical Stamina: 2.0, Spirit: 2.5, Agility: 1.8】(Average human values are 1)

【Technique: Minor Pure Yang Technique Second Layer (Traits: Strengthen Body, Strong Yang Energy)】

【Passive Skills: Danqing Painting lv1, Red Joy Event Hosting lv2, Funeral Hosting lv3, Cooking lv3】

【Origin Points: 0】(Can be obtained through exercising the body, used to improve strength, physical stamina, spirit, agility.)

【Deep Red Points: 66.】(Can be obtained through special items or killing demons and evil spirits, used to improve technique levels or deduction.)

Yi Chen rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“???”

“My saviour, you’ve come!”

“That’s great!”

Yi Chen calmly accepted the appearance of the golden finger. After all, having transmigrated, wasn’t a golden finger quite reasonable?

Ten whole years it took for this to arrive.

Do you know how Yi Chen survived these ten years?

In a world filled with demons and evil spirits, where one must sleep with one eye open, it’s been tough.

But good things come to those who wait.

The ring from Master had given Yi Chen 66 deep red points.

Just enough for Yi Chen to test its worth.

“Deep red points, let’s see your limit!”

“Minor Pure Yang Technique, break through!”

Yi Chen shouted in his heart.

Three lines of text appeared on Yi Chen’s retinas.

【To break through the second layer of the Minor Pure Yang Technique requires 10 deep red points. Proceed? Yes/No】

【To break through the third layer of the Minor Pure Yang Technique requires 20 deep red points. Proceed? Yes/No】

【To break through the fourth layer of the Minor Pure Yang Technique requires 30 deep red points. Proceed? Yes/No】

Yi Chen naturally chose Yes for all.

Sixty deep red points were deducted in a flash, and Yi Chen saw a vision of a young Taoist on a cliff, practicing with the dew and wind, drawing in the purple mist from the sun.30 years later, the young Taoist’s Pure Yang internal energy turned from light red to deep red, advancing the Minor Pure Yang Technique to the fifth level.

The enhancement occurred in an instant. When Yi Chen opened his eyes, a surge of Yang energy erupted within his body.

This energy was so strong, continually refining his body, making him feel as though he was soaking in a hot bath, his body greedily absorbing this warmth like drought-stricken land craving rain.

After several seconds, the enhancement ended. Yi Chen was drenched in sweat as if he had been fished out of water.

With the enhancement complete, his attributes had changed.

【Name: Yi Chen】

【Lifespan: 18/92】

【Strength: 12.0, Physical Stamina: 12.0, Spirit: 12.5, Agility: 11.8】(Average human values are 1)

【Technique: Minor Pure Yang Technique Fifth Layer (Traits: Strengthen Body, Scorching Heat, Tremendous Strength, Ward Off Evil.)】

【Passive Skills: Danqing Painting lv1, Red Joy Event Hosting lv2, White Sorrow Event Hosting lv3, Cooking lv3】

【Origin Points: 0】(Can be obtained through physical exercise, used to improve the four attributes of strength, stamina, spirit, and agility.)

【Deep Red Value: 6.】(Can be obtained through special items or killing demons and evil entities, used for technique advancement or deduction.)

“Bruh!”

Yi Chen was overjoyed. Ten years of hard cultivation of the Minor Pure Yang Technique couldn’t compare to the progress made today with a single touch from the golden finger.

Sixty deep red points had led to the breakthrough of the Minor Pure Yang Technique, not only improving his four attributes by an average of ten points but also extending his lifespan by three years and giving his internal energy the ability to ward off evil.

The Minor Pure Yang Technique was derived from the source taoism scripture of Hidden Dragon Temple, the “Supreme Pure Yang Origin Scripture,” simplified for easier practice.

It did not require Spiritual Awareness to cultivate.

It comprised of four levels.

With the help of the golden finger, Yi Chen had reached the unprecedented fifth level overnight.

If the internal energy of the second level of the Minor Pure Yang Technique was a stream, then the fifth level was a mighty river, unstoppable and raging.

“Eh, something’s wrong.

Why does the panel show I can still add points? Could it be that the fifth level of the Minor Pure Yang Technique isn’t the limit?”

Staring at the light screen, Yi Chen’s eyes widened as if he had discovered something significant.

A speculation suddenly dawned on him. The Minor Pure Yang Technique, derived from the “Supreme Pure Yang Origin Scripture,” had lofty intentions.

Could it be that as long as he continued to invest points, his Minor Pure Yang Technique could eventually transform from Pure Yang internal energy to the Pure Yang True Force cultivated from the “Supreme Pure Yang Origin Scripture”?

Could he force his way in without Spiritual Awareness, relying solely on deep red points?

“Hisss”

At the thought of this possibility, Yi Chen was incredibly excited.

“Deep red points, I need more deep red points!”

Tonight, Yi Chen’s eyes shone brightly, his fists clenched, with the vast Pure Yang internal energy surging within him.

He stamped his foot lightly, leaving a clear footprint on the bluestone tile.

Though he couldn’t awaken ‘Spiritual Awareness’ to inherit his Master’s mantle, he finally felt confident in leading his younger brothers in this world of chaos.

“Master, Hidden Dragon Temple will surely not dissolve. Rest in peace.”

Under the starry sky, a young Taoist looked up and muttered to himself.

(End of the chapter)