Chapter 25

After a satisfying meal, Ning Wuxie patted his full belly, feeling a sense of fulfillment spread through his body. This was the first comfortable meal he had since arriving in this world.

From the initial confusion and worry to gradually integrating into this world, it took him nearly two months. He followed the etiquette and rules of this world, gradually establishing his own foothold.

The abundant meal made Ning Wushuang burp, and he thought that the food in the village couldn't compare to the refined dishes at the Zhang residence, which he enjoyed immensely.

"Be careful tonight; the Zhang residence is not peaceful," Ning Wuxie leaned back in his chair, looking at Ning Wushuang and Ning Bo Wu, recalling the eyes in the ancestral hall.

Ning Wushuang was slightly taken aback, looking at Ning Wuxie. He knew that Ning Wuxie might have seen something unusual and couldn't help but ask, "Is there some kind of demon?"

He glanced out the window, where the night was pitch black, with no moonlight, making Ning Wushuang shiver involuntarily. Even though he knew Ning Wuxie was a demon, he told himself that he would encounter demons and ghosts in the future, but knowing and facing them were two different things.

After all, Ning Wushuang was still a fifteen-year-old boy, who still harbored a sense of awe towards ghosts and demons.

"Brother, why don't you stay here tonight? If anything happens, you can help out," Ning Wushuang smiled awkwardly, the darkness seeming like a bottomless abyss, filled with danger, making him feel uneasy.

Ning Wuxie smiled. Even in the era where superstitions were broken, people still feared ghosts and demons. How much more so in this world where ghosts and gods were revered? However, Ning Wushuang would be his future right-hand man; he couldn't be afraid of ghosts and demons.

"Ghosts are not to be feared. They are like small people. How do you deal with small people?" Ning Wuxie patted the armrest of the chair, looking at Ning Wushuang.

"Overwhelm them with your power, so they fear you," Ning Wushuang replied.

Ning Wuxie nodded and smiled, "Ghosts are just illusions created by human spirits, grudges, and resentments. They don't have much strength. Many ghosts rely on people's inner fears to intimidate them. They are like small people; if you are strong, they will fear you. But if you show fear, they will cling to you like leeches, draining your energy."

"Brother, does that mean the wild histories and miscellaneous talks about scholars not fearing ghosts and gods are true?" Ning Wushuang asked, feeling that ghosts and demons were not so terrifying after hearing Ning Wuxie's explanation.

"More or less. Scholars have a凝聚的文气 and a chest full of righteous energy, which is like a blazing sun to ghosts. Some virtuous scholars can disperse ghost spirits with a single breath. Not only scholars, but also warriors with condensed blood, killing, and evil auras can repel ghosts and evil. Like my brother, his body is full of blood energy, which is like the sun to ghosts; they will be burned to death if they get close to him."

Ning Wushuang nodded thoughtfully. Ning Wuxie's words opened up a new world for him. Looking at the dazed Ning Bo Wu, he had always thought he was a bit stronger than Ning Bo Wu, but he never expected that even ghosts and gods would fear Ning Bo Wu.

In fact, if it weren't for Ning Wuxie's human blood, he wouldn't even want to approach Ning Bo Wu. Due to his dazed state, Ning Bo Wu had a pure yang energy in his chest, a rare and pure heart, which was the most effective in restraining demons and ghosts.

"Alright, go back to sleep. After the county examination, I will teach you breathing techniques. For now, focus on strengthening your body."

"Okay!" Ning Wushuang nodded excitedly, filled with hope for the future.

After sending Ning Bo Wu and Ning Wushuang back, Ning Wuxie tidied up the messy table, extinguished the candle, and sat cross-legged on the bed, taking out the Zhu fruit from his bag.

The originally light purple Zhu fruit was now much shriveled, no longer round. Ning Wuxie felt a great pity; wasting such a rare treasure was a sin.

He absorbed the remaining three Zhu fruits, and the medicinal power swirled in his abdomen, forming a small vortex. The *Taiyin Technique* transformed the medicinal power into silver-white demonic energy. Instead of cultivating new organs, Ning Wuxie used the medicinal power to nourish the fire and earth elements.

The heart fire burned, and the spleen earth was solid, with powerful energy flowing through his chest and abdomen, making him alternately red and yellow, intertwining continuously.

Generally, cultivation starts from the outside to the inside, from the skin, muscles, bones, and blood to the most vulnerable organs. Daoist cultivation emphasizes nurturing qi, transforming essence into qi, refining qi to return to the spirit, refining the spirit to return to the void, and refining the void to merge with the Dao. Qi is the root of everything, and the *Taiyin Technique* is a demonic cultivation method, more tyrannical and violent, requiring a strong body to withstand demonic energy.

After cultivating the organs, using the more violent demonic energy to strengthen the body from the inside out is faster than ordinary body-strengthening techniques. This alone shows that the *Taiyin Technique* is not an ordinary technique.

As midnight approached, the yin energy in the world was at its peak. The Zhang residence was already shrouded in darkness, with tree shadows swaying and rustling.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew out of the ancestral hall, and a black mist slowly spread out, like a thin veil floating in the night. As it passed, the lanterns in the residence swayed, and the courtyard was filled with barking dogs and clucking chickens.

Ning Wushuang, lying in bed, had not fallen asleep for a long time, always feeling a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness, making him uneasy. He kept reminding himself to have righteous energy and not fear any ghosts.

A gentle breeze blew, and the black mist drifted into the courtyard. In the mist, a hideous face slowly appeared, with disheveled hair and a resentful look, staring at the three rooms.

The room on the right seemed to hide a sun, glaring in the darkness. That was Ning Bo Wu's room.

The middle room emitted a demonic aura. After staring for a while, the ghost looked at Ning Wushuang's room, which had no demonic aura or pure yang energy.

It approached the window, passed through the wall, and the candle in the room suddenly lit up.

Ning Wuxie, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes, glanced at the left room, smiled, and then slowly closed his eyes again.

It was just a small ghost. With the blood energy in Ning Wushuang's body, as long as he wasn't deceived, the ghost couldn't do anything to him. Moreover, this was a good opportunity to temper Ning Wushuang.

Of course, although Ning Wuxie was meditating, he still kept his senses on Ning Wushuang's room. Better safe than sorry. If the ghost confused Ning Wushuang's mind, it would be disastrous.

The candle in the room lit up, making Ning Wushuang jump up from the bed, shouting, "Who's there?"

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