I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 89 Approaching (Sixth Update)
Feng Xue maintained the standing posture in the early morning, went to the station to collect willpower in the morning, studied magic and made magic tools in the afternoon, listened to Li Maolin's lectures in the evening, and practiced at night. In a blink of an eye, it was the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month of the Jiachen year.

Feng Xue did not go to the station today, not because the train had stopped running, nor because he was worried about disturbing the locals who were visiting the graves to pray to their ancestors, but because he had already collected enough wish power for the Hu Tian Dai.

Feng Xue was standing in front of the altar at this time, turning over a purse that was less than the size of a palm. On the inside of the purse, a piece of yellow cloth was sewn with fine stitches. On the yellow cloth, the four big characters "Yellow Turban Hercules" were embroidered with cinnabar-dyed silk thread.

On the altar in front of him, a tablet of a Yellow Turban Warrior was placed on a large sack that could hold half a ton of grain. The sack was also turned inside out, with a piece of white cloth sewn in the middle. Feng Xue held the purse in one hand and a brush dipped in water in the other. While injecting magic power, he repeatedly wrote "Yellow Turban Warrior" on the white cloth.

As he wrote, the wishes in the tablet seemed to be attracted and merged into it bit by bit. When all the wishes were transferred, there was only one last step left for this Hutian Bag.

Feng Xue didn't waste any words and took out a jade token with the word "replace" and another with the word "attach", solidifying the magic power of the "transfer" attribute on the two.

As the Yellow Turban Warrior's wish began to flow between the two, Feng Xue breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was not very mature, at least it was successful!

"It's far from what Jiugu did. She needs to replenish her mana every ten days, and the weight she can carry is only about 600 kilograms. It's still far from Jiugu's level of being able to carry anything as long as the volume doesn't exceed the limit."

However, Feng Xue didn't care about it. He directly picked up the chair under him and stuffed it into his purse. The purse did not change, but the sack bulged out. It was not in the shape of a chair, but a round ball. However, Feng Xue estimated that if the chair was disassembled, it would be about this size.

After confirming that there was no problem, he immediately took out the chair, poured out all the belongings in Jiugu Hutian Bag one by one, and then began to reclassify them -

Even if Jiugu had profound magical powers, Feng Xue didn't think that the Yin bag and Yang bag could still function normally after being separated by two worlds. Instead of being in a hurry when the time comes, it would be better to be prepared in advance.

With his previous experience, Feng Xue sorted things out quickly. First, he found a waterproof bag the size of a folding umbrella. It contained three days' worth of compressed biscuits, two bars of chocolate, a box of waterproof matches, a set of flints, a folding knife, a first aid kit, a box of memory cards, a cell phone, a solar charger, a five-element jade seal, a set of jade talismans, a jade belt, two gold bars, a box of large condoms (Note 1), and Mo Ming's scroll. Feng Xue stowed the bag in a large pocket sewn into the inside of his clothes, a last-ditch effort to keep it close to his body.

The second was the backpack he carried when he traveled through time, which contained his remaining mobile phone, drone, clothes, a small amount of candy and compressed biscuits, and other items he brought with him when he traveled through time, as well as the remaining jade belts, jade talismans, jade seals, and the best bracelet core materials from the scraps.

The remaining dry food, mid-quality scraps, study notes (photographed for backup), spell books, and some personal items were then put into the Hu Tian bag he made. As for why he did this, it was mainly because he was worried that the rules of the two worlds would be out of sync after crossing. If the Hu Tian bag became ineffective, there would not be too much loss.

Feng Xue also packed some miscellaneous things into Jiugu's Hu Tian bag, such as food, water, altar, incense, the lowest quality scraps, tablets without words, etc., which took up space and could be replenished if lost, but it was better to bring things that could save trouble. On the one hand, he could use the time travel to see the consequences of the Hu Tian bag's failure, and at the same time, it was also a way to bring some extra things.

Adding the jade talisman in Feng Xue's pocket, the jade belt tied around his waist, and the Yin bag in Hu Tian's bag, the whole thing weighed more than 60 kilograms (the Jiu Gu bag was not counted as weight). Fortunately, Feng Xue's physical fitness had improved rapidly during this period, otherwise he might not have been able to carry it.

However, after trying it once, Feng Xue stuffed the backpack into Jiugu's Hutian bag and placed his own Hutian bag Yin bag in an inconspicuous place.

After all, he is not leaving now!
Several days have passed since Feng Xue discovered that he was being monitored, but the mouse that was monitoring him never disappeared. Therefore, he has decided to leave at midnight tonight, at the moment when New Year's Eve arrives, under the cover of darkness.

The reason for choosing this time is not to rely on the cover of night, but because New Year's Eve is the busiest time for all Xuan practitioners. Even if the evil spirits have been eliminated, there are still countless rituals to prepare. Not only do they have to worship the ancestors from the early morning, but they also have to respond to invitations from wealthy families in the city.

There were only about twenty Daoist cultivators in the entirety of Lucheng, and there were no fewer than forty mansions on the wealthy street where Feng Xue's house was located. The guesthouse itself wasn't far from the station, so he was confident that even if he were noticed, they wouldn't be able to catch up.

……

Somewhere in the city, far away from the entrance of the City God Temple, Miss Deng was teasing a mouse on the table with her fingers. This mouse was much cleaner than its companions, and its eyes were quite smart. It looked a bit like a pet mouse in later generations.

However, in the warm atmosphere of the little girl playing with her pet, a cold wind suddenly blew in, and Miss Deng's expression instantly lost its leisurely look. She looked reliable, which was inconsistent with her age.

"Master Jiu, is there any result?"

"No, I smell the scent of willpower. Maybe that kid has gathered enough willpower and is making a pot bag at home. Do you really think there's something wrong with him? Are you attracted to him and asked my great-grandfather to help you investigate his private life?"

A slightly dry voice sounded in Miss Deng's ears, and the earlobe hidden by her gray hair also turned a faint red.

But Miss Deng did not change the subject because of Mr. Huijiu's teasing. She said seriously:

"Although there is no evidence, you have also discovered that there is something wrong with the Disha in that area, right?"

"But I should also tell you that the abnormality of Disha has nothing to do with that kid. Or in other words, if he can really adjust Disha to this level with his little ability, you'd better give up bothering him." Seeing that diverting attention failed, Master Huijiu simply said it directly. There was no doubt that he didn't want this girl to get involved in this mess.

"But wasn't the priest attacked? What if there were two people involved? One openly, one covertly? The less skilled one openly attracts attention, while the more skilled one does things in secret? Master, think about it carefully. Isn't that really strange?"

Seeing that he really couldn't persuade this girl, Master Huijiu could only sigh and say:
"That kid's daily schedule doesn't change much. He trains in the morning, gathers willpower in the morning, practices spells in the afternoon, and cultivates in the evening. Apart from occasionally going out to buy spellcasting media, he only has a few quiet moments in the evening. If you had 30% of his work, you wouldn't be limited to..."

"Ninth Master!" Miss Deng interrupted the statement that was about to go off track and suddenly said:

"By the way, you said he would quiet down in the evening? How would he quiet down?"

"Nothing much, just no movement for about an hour..."

"That's it!" Miss Deng slapped her hand hard and said excitedly:
"The problem lies in this one hour! Let's go stake out the exact time this afternoon!"

(End of this chapter)