Chapter 183: Chapter 85: Respect for One’s Elders (Please Subscribe)_3
 

It was precisely because of Qing Luan’s meticulous care and attention, as well as her subtle actions of decorating the room, that he felt a sense of belonging to this small room that originally wasn’t his.

The evening breeze blew through the attic after the wind and rain.

Cheng Guang cradled Qing Luan’s delicate body, white and smooth as jade, as picturesque as a painting, and gazed out the window at the stars in the night sky, which were already dimming.

Suddenly, he remembered that his Spirit Dao had advanced to the Yang God Realm, and during the day, it was impossible to have his primordial spirit leave his body for extended periods, but at night it was possible.

The God Emperor Cultivation Method had mentioned that after the Primordial Spirit Release, one could see some existences that ordinary people could not.

For instance, devils.

Some devils, if they hid or disguised themselves well, might deceive some martial artists, but if a Spirit Dao cultivator intended to investigate, no matter how powerful the devils were, they could not escape their keen observation.

Moreover, it wasn’t only within the Eight-layered Devil Realm that devils could be found.

Devils could occasionally emerge in the Four Directions Mortal World as well.

Inside the Library, a travelogue written by an anonymous author had recorded that there were countless devils in the world.

Whether it be plant spirits or sentient trees, any entity could potentially develop spiritual wisdom—found in the wilderness, in rivers and seas, in populous cities, in remote places rarely touched by human presence, and even amongst throngs of people.

It’s just that the devils born in the Four Directions Mortal World had significant differences compared to those from the Devil Clan within the Eight-layered Devil Realm.

Firstly, they had scarce traditions to inherit, and secondly, they lacked a sense of tribal community.

Most of them lived peacefully and law-abidingly, and if they caused a slight disturbance, they would be immediately exterminated.

After all, they had no means of escaping back to the Eight-layered Devil Realm.

“I wonder if there are any devils within Duke Zhen’s Mansion.”

Cheng Guang suddenly grew curious. With Qing Luan in his arms, he ascended into the air, his physical body remaining in place.

With a thought, his primordial spirit floated away, roaming the vast expanse of Duke Zhen’s Mansion.

Duke Zhen’s Mansion was extremely large, many times bigger than any other noble mansions.

This was because Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan, had earned such vast wealth through his own achievements. Cheng Zhihai alone could not have acquired such a large family estate otherwise; if so, merely the size of the mansion would have prompted severe accusations from the court censors.

Even so, there were still numerous accusations against Cheng Zhihai in the Court.

However, there were not many who dared to accuse Duke of the State, Cheng Shiyuan.

Those who dared to accuse Cheng Shiyuan had to be extra careful the next day, lest their heads be burst with a flick from someone’s finger.

Cheng Guang’s primordial spirit roamed Duke Zhen’s Mansion for a long time. The mansion was not tranquil that night, and at times, even from an extreme distance, he could detect surges of powerful Qi and blood, burning through the void like a furnace.

Cheng Guang knew that these furnace-like fiery Qi and blood mostly came from many of Duke Zhen’s martial cultivation experts. Sensing such power, he prudently kept his distance.

The God Emperor Cultivation Method states that although Spirit Dao cultivators are powerful and have more methods than Martial Cultivation cultivators, they still should not get too close to highly cultivated martial artists while their primordial spirits are out.

Their bodies surged with Qi and blood like a furnace, and merely getting close to it was nearly equivalent to being bathed in sunlight.

When Martial Cultivation practitioners reached the Divine Power Realm and above, their Blood and Qi Furnace would grow even more vigorous. If ghosts or primordial spirits got too close to martial artists of this level, the Blood and Qi Furnace would detect their presence, and its fiery blood flames would burn, scorching ordinary primordial spirits.

It was lucky that Qing Luan’s cultivation was not particularly profound yet.

She had only recently entered the Divine Power Realm.

Otherwise, Cheng Guang wouldn’t dare carry out Primordial Spirit Release while embracing Qing Luan, fearing that as soon as his primordial spirit left his body, it would be scorched and forced to return.

And when Martial Artists reached the fifth rank of the Prime God Realm, they could refine their entire body with divine power, purifying their eyes, thereby shedding their mortal sight.

Martial artists of the Prime God Realm could see ghosts and primordial spirits.

“The two systems of Martial Cultivation and Spirit Dao each have their strengths, and neither surpasses the other.”

“Now that I have mastered the essence of both, I will surely surpass many other cultivators of the same realm.”

As Cheng Guang pondered this, he continued to hover and wander through the air.

Roaming through the void as a primordial spirit gave him a different sensation from walking with a physical body in Duke Zhen’s Mansion.

Before he knew it, he had drifted to the southeastern courtyard.

This was the dwelling of Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei.

Cheng Guang rarely visited this southeastern courtyard, but he had been there occasionally. The scenery was similar to that of Million Specie Garden, but more elegant; in one of the ponds, many of Wu Yuemei’s favored fish were kept for her leisurely contemplation.

Even though he had visited many times before.

But now.

Without even getting close to the southeastern courtyard, Cheng Guang could see a blazing, luminous whirlpool of Qi and blood burning intensely like a sun.

In the eyes of Cheng Guang’s primordial spirit, the entire southeastern courtyard was nearly bathed in red.

The entire sky seemed to be tinted crimson.

This was Cheng Zhihai’s Blood and Qi Furnace.

Without even approaching, Cheng Guang felt a sense of suffocation.

Cheng Guang quickly halted his advance and quietly retreated.

“It seems I cannot venture into Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei’s courtyard.”

Cheng Guang felt a chill run down his spine. The fiercely intense and thriving heat of the great sun was resplendent and formidable, and could not be directly faced just like the midday sun, its Qi and blood churning and blazing with extraordinary might.

Cheng Zhihai’s cultivation level was already the strongest existence under the Heavenly Human Realm.

Having such a presence was, therefore, to be expected.

But what Cheng Guang could not fathom was…