Yang Chenghua's state was clearly off.

Holding a wine jar, he poured large gulps into his mouth, gazing towards Chengdu, and gritted his teeth saying: "Some seek peace, some seek wealth, some wish for health, it's endless noise, seeking gods is useless!"

"Immortal Master Erlang is just their delusion!"

"If Immortal Master Erlang really existed, would there be disasters in Shu? Would today's situation even occur?"

"Damn it, they're all a bunch of fools!"

"I am Yang Chenghua, what does Erlang have to do with me?"

"I'd rather be a farmer, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, free from all these vexing matters..."

Listening to these complaints, Li Yan's expression gradually turned serious.

He vaguely understood what was happening.

This was a conflict between divinity and humanity.

All beings forge gods from desire, incense combined with Astral Bane transforms into Divine Power, but at most it can only protect one side from evil influences.

This is a Mortal God.

It's not an all-powerful Wishing Pond.

Thus, Mortal Gods with spirituality rarely respond.

The people make offerings, hoping for favorable weather, keeping the thought alive.

Mortal Gods silently protect them, each taking what they need.

Cultivators of the Mystical Sect have all summed up a rule: if a Mortal God responds, there's certainly a problem; either it seeks something, like those seeking aid from Li Yan, or like the Demon God of Three Gorges saving people and asking for a shrine.

Otherwise, it's on the verge of becoming a demon.

But Yang Chenghua happened to be an exception.

A mortal body bearing a thousand years of Incense Fire Wish Power from the Shu Lord, humanity and divinity opposing each other, if consciousness is lost, big trouble arises.

At this moment, Li Yan realized he had misunderstood.

This might be Immortal Master Erlang's calamity!

No wonder he wanted to stay away from the crowd.

Watching Yang Chenghua drink continuously, his eyes somewhat frenzied, Li Yan's heart was moved, and he asked: "Yang brother, have you ever responded to these voices?"

"Of course, more than one..."

Yang Chenghua was already drunkenly hazy, shaking the empty wine jar, and picking up the Spice and Juniper Wine sent by Li Yan, he said while drinking:

"The first was a fisherman who cried in the temple saying his child was snatched by a water ghost, at that time I had just left Guan County, my abilities were lacking, and it took great effort to rescue the person and secretly send them home..."

"That fisherman was very grateful, then complained that life was hard, fishing wasn't plentiful, so I learned spells, secretly ensuring he was well-fed, and chased away the bully who came to oppress him..."

"Then this person desired more, wanting wealth, wanting to change his wife, wanting official positions, I really couldn't stand it, so I left, and then all I heard were curses..."

Li Yan nodded and said: "Insatiable desires are common, I'm the same, is it because of this matter?"

"Certainly not."

Seemingly distracted, Yang Chenghua's pupils regained a bit of clarity, shaking his head he said: "Over the years I've seen good, I've seen bad, I've seen greed, I've seen stupidity, and then I grew weary."

"You're right, I really don't belong here, instead of being alone and seeking trouble, I should leave sooner..."

Having said this, he took another fierce swig of wine, staring blankly at the bonfire.

Crackle!

In the distance, the sound of firecrackers echoed in the dark night sky.

Yang Chenghua leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, letting Feng Xue dampen his clothes, seemingly indifferent, like a walking corpse.

Li Yan smiled silently, shaking his head and said: "I don't understand the affairs of seniors, nor can I empathize. If that's the case, then there's no need to think about it."

"It's New Year's, drinking alone is too lonely. Why not wander the city, join the people's festivities?"

Yang Chenghua paused silently, "It's a good idea, ever since my mother died, I've long forgotten what New Year's feels like."

"Let's go!"

He was a neat person, saying so, he directly got up, shook off the wind and snow from his clothes, drank another mouthful of wine, and strode into the night.

"Senior, wait for me."

Li Yan called out, following closely behind.

This Yang Chenghua was fast, and as he walked at a broad pace, there was a wild wind accompanying him, wind and snow raised his messy hair, and he drank mouthful after mouthful of strong liquor.

Li Yan was helpless, even using Divine Form Technique to barely keep up.

The two shadows breached the wind and snow, directly stepping on the city wall and soaring, while the patrolling soldiers in the distance didn't notice at all.

The two landed on the street, in the distance horse hooves sounded.

Li Yan frowned and quickly said: "Senior be careful, those are the King Shu's Black Feather Guards, all equipped with new firearms, we better avoid them."

"No worries."

Yang Chenghua was indifferent, took a sip of wine, and sprayed powerfully into the air, suddenly white mist surged like living entities surrounding them.

A rich incense smell suddenly filled Li Yan's nose.

What spell is this?

Li Yan was curious but didn't ask more.

This Yang Chenghua is Immortal Master Erlang reincarnated, with remarkable talent, he once infiltrated the Magic Veins orthodox sect to cultivate, now fused with Incense Fire Divine Power, he's completely on another path.

Paths differ, perhaps even if explained, he wouldn't understand.

"This Invisibility Technique can last for two hours."

Listening to the approaching sound of hooves, Yang Chenghua was indifferent, opening the oiled paper packet given by Li Yan, taking out two pieces of red sugar rice cakes, he chewed on them vigorously.

Rumble!

Hooves sounded, snow flew.

A squad of Black Feather Guards rode past, with Evil Mages accompanying, casting mantras to investigate, yet to them who were so near, they were unseen.

Li Yan looked at the surrounding white mist, admiring secretly.

This is the true Invisibility Technique.

He can use the power of the Eight Stalwarts of the outer temple to hide himself, but bringing others is impossible, perfect for infiltrating...

Infiltrating?

A plan suddenly emerged in Li Yan's mind.

Yang Chenghua, unaware of his thoughts, sniffed at the air, smiling he said, "Haha, there's someone stewing lamb, the trip wasn't in vain!"

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