Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

This barking went on for half the night, leaving Chen Yan unable to find peace.

Later, Chen Yan meditated to calm his mind. It took until the latter half of the night for the dog to stop barking, and only then did he return to bed intending to rest.

And when he looked, the little white dog was already asleep on his bed.

The most important thing is... this puppy, actually peed a huge puddle on his bed. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Chen Yan was furious, and helplessly called the attendants to change the bedding, then took the puppy and scolded it thoroughly.

By daybreak, the frightened puppy continued to whimper ceaselessly.

Later, Chen Yan had to harden his heart and asked someone to take the puppy out of his room.

But the dog wouldn’t relent, instead clinging to Chen Yan’s pant leg without letting go.

Chen Yan softened and reluctantly kept the dog.

Then, while he was meditating, performing his morning exercises, absorbing Primordial Qi, and refining the Demon Core...

The white dog suddenly howled!

This creature, with its Heaven-Barking lineage, is indeed an Exotic Beast.

Although it possesses no powerful spells or Divine Techniques, its abrupt, unexpected howl drew upon its bloodline’s power, infused with an enthralling effect.

It almost drove Young Master Chen Yan astray during his absorption of Primordial Qi and refining of the Demon Core.

His Primordial Qi went awry, he narrowly avoided fainting due to holding his breath.

"What was said about this creature gathering fortune? I see it’s a harbinger of disaster!" Chen Yan huffed, "I’ve never gone astray while practicing before, but this morning, it almost caused me to lose my progress because of its sudden howl."

Chen Yan heard this and merely smiled without comment.

Chen Yan then pulled out a porcelain vial, placing it on the table, and said weakly: "Take this."

Chen Yan’s expression shifted, picking it up for a glance: "Heavenly Repair Pill?"

"Yesterday at the marketplace, when this item was auctioned, your eyes lit up. At that time, you didn’t buy it, so I went back and sought out a bottle for you.

It’s not particularly valuable, but it’s rarely available in the market, and the usual Alchemy Rooms are reluctant to concoct such Elixirs for common folk, so I searched the inventory of our shop in City of No Return, and this was the only one left, couldn’t be sold, so I give it to you."

Chen Yan sighed.

Although they haven’t known each other long, it’s evident that this Young Master Chen Yan sincerely seeks to befriend him.

"How can I accept such a gift for free from Brother Chen Yan." Chen Yan considered, then wanted to pay—its auction price yesterday was no more than a thousand coins, which he could afford.

"Don’t, if you pay, that’s as good as insulting me, Chen Yan." Chen Yan immediately responded, "Between friends, sharing resources is customary, unless you don’t regard me as a friend."

Before Chen Yan could speak further, Chen Yan laughed: "If you feel uneasy about it, I have a favor, which Junior Brother Shanhe can agree to in return for this favor."

"What is it?"

"The Ghost Race’s Heaven-Crashing Ceremony is next month." Chen Yan smiled: "It’s an event that occurs only once every few years! Since we are in the Southern Border, and happen to encounter it, why not attend the ceremony?

Moreover, during each ceremony, the Ancestor Saint of the Ghost Race descends to preside over the Secret Technique ritual!

Having the opportunity to witness the Saint’s celestial visage is not something to miss!"

He smiled craftily: "Our Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe has business relations with the Ghost Race and indeed received an invitation to witness the ceremony; Junior Brother Shanhe, would you like to accompany me to this lively event?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan’s eyes showed a complex expression, he then smiled: "Since that’s the case, I’ll accompany Brother Chen Yan and together we’ll witness this event. If there’s a chance to see the Saint, it would be a fortunate encounter."

Having arrived at City of No Return, Chen Yan’s primary thought was whether he might find the opportunity to meet his family’s elderly lady — the Ancestor Saint of the Ghost Race.

Meeting the Saint is exceedingly difficult, but the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony offers the best chance.

Even if Chen Yan didn’t invite him, he intended to go. The Joyful Sect also maintains good relations with the Ghost Race, he planned to start by reaching out to Steward Ma at the Heju Hall in the Southern Border, who surely could obtain an invitation for the ceremony.

Yet, since Chen Yan invited him, Chen Yan naturally went along with it.

"This year’s Heaven-Crashing Ceremony is set at one of the eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race, the Green Vine Tribe.

The Green Vine Tribe is located on the western side of the Southern Border, traveling from City of No Return through vast mountains, the journey will take seven to eight days, plenty of time.

However, I think, with the Southern Border being filled with wonders, the two of us brothers might as well depart early and travel, enjoying the mountain views and wonders along the way..."

Chen Yan didn’t wish to dampen Chen Yan’s spirits, and since he had no pressing matters to attend to in City of No Return, he agreed readily.

With Chen Yan agreeing to accompany him, Chen Yan’s mood rose, and as they ate and drank together, Chen Yan shared various anecdotes about the Ghost Race’s Heaven-Crashing Ceremony.

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"Actually, the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony of the Ghost Race has been discontinued for several decades. For unknown reasons, the Ancestor Saint secluded himself, ignoring worldly affairs for decades.

No decrees were issued, nor did the Saint descend. He truly abandoned the Ghost Race, leaving it unattended for decades.

In the Southern Border, over these decades, the Ghost Race was suppressed by the Demon Race largely because the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony couldn’t be held.

The Heaven-Crashing Ceremony is the only channel for Ghost Race cultivation—by holding the ceremony and performing the Secret Technique ritual, the Ghost Race people can officially begin cultivation.

Decades without the ceremony meant that over those decades, not a single new Cultivator arose among the Ghost Race!