The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

Ling'er seemed to be teaching Mihua how to clean; both of them were wearing aprons and headscarves, giving off a rustic vibe.

But Mihua's clumsiness only caused trouble for Ling'er. Not only did she get herself all dirty and disheveled, but she also didn't do anything useful, and even her headscarf was crooked.

As soon as she saw Qin Yangjun, Mi Hua rushed over, hugged Qin Yangjun's leg, and complained to him.

Qin Yangjun, of course, had no interest in these matters.

They don't intend to interfere much.

He is inexplicably feeling mentally exhausted.

He didn't chat with the girls for long, but found his room and prepared to rest.

Soon, Qin Yangjun drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, Qin Yangjun seemed to have arrived in a new place.

This place appears to be a magnificent palace, with even the ground seemingly cast in gold. Inside the palace stand nine jade pillars, each topped with a throne.

Qin Yangjun looked up at the thrones and was momentarily lost in thought.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

A clear, crisp voice suddenly rang in Qin Yangjun's ears, and Qin Yangjun withdrew his gaze.

"Fusang Palace, are you homesick?"

Qin Yangjun's voice was neither warm nor cold, but a strange look flashed in Erhuang's eyes.

"The number of beings who can enter the Fusang Palace is extremely limited, and you actually know that?"

"Guess."

Qin Yangjun had no intention of discussing this topic in depth, and he changed the subject.

"You wouldn't have dragged me into this for no reason, would you? Is there something you need?"

"I enjoy talking to intelligent people."

As he spoke, Erhuang raised one hand.

The surrounding scenery disappeared in an instant.

The world was divided into black and white. Erhuang stood in the white, while in the black stood an ancient clock.

deep.

"I brought you here for only one purpose: to preach."

"sermon?"

"My sermon slots are very precious. A thousand years ago, some immortals even fought each other to get a single slot."

But Qin Yangjun remained calm.

After all, they are Golden Crows, and in terms of their achievements in the path of Yang, almost no one can compare to their clan.

Then, Qin Yangjun glanced at the Ghost and God Bell beside him, or more accurately, the incarnation of the Underworld.

"One yin and one yang, are you planning to help me awaken what's within me?"

“Yes, you have almost no contact with the Yin-Yang Dao. In the lower realm, where the Dao is barren, you are not in a position to awaken. I need you to help me find the remaining two souls. The faster your strength increases, the easier it will be for you to help me find them. So helping you awaken will also benefit me.”

"Really?"

Qin Yangjun turned his head and looked at Erhuang with a half-smile.

Erhuang remained expressionless, but her heart trembled slightly, as she felt as if the person in front of her had seen right through her.

It's a very unpleasant feeling, as if the other party has taken the initiative.

Even in the immortal realm, she always dominated others; no one could ever surpass her.

Chapter Seven: New Goals

Qin Yangjun's gaze made Erhuang frown; she wasn't one to play dumb.

"What on earth do you know?"

“I know too much. Since you’re curious, I can tell you definitively that this cultivation method is exactly what you’re thinking about.”

Upon hearing Qin Yangjun's words, Erhuang seemed to understand something and appeared thoughtful.

"So the Immortal Dynasty really did that thing?"

Qin Yangjun did not reply. It was too early for him to discuss this matter now, and there was no need to continue the conversation.

He turned to look at Ming.

So, who goes first?

At this moment, Erhuang raised his head.

"Of course it's me."

"Yes, it's her."

Okay, now we can see their status.

The so-called preaching is actually just like attending a class. Because it takes place in a dream, Erhuang and Ming can convey their arguments by creating things. This class is much more vivid than sitting in a classroom and listening to dry language.

At the same time, Qin Yangjun discovered that the explanation of Yin and Yang here was very similar to that of his previous life, and he had paid more or less attention to it before.

Therefore, he quickly accepted some of Erhuang and Ming's views and was even able to raise some key questions.

This amazed Erhuang. In all these years, this was the first time she had met someone with such comprehension. He could apply what she said to other situations.

This is the Great Evolution Immortal Body... No wonder those guys in the Upper Realm...

Erhuang stared at Qin Yangjun, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Yangjun was in the midst of comprehending the principles of Yin and Yang, so he did not notice the gazes of the two emperors.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Yangjun opened his eyes.

Erhuang raised his eyelids and looked at the sky.

This is Qin Yangjun's dream. If he really awakens that technique, this dream will change somewhat.

Unfortunately, things remained calm.

"Failed?"

Qin Yangjun breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, things weren't as simple as he thought.

"My strength is too weak. Although I have gained some enlightenment in the Yin-Yang Dao, I cannot truly generate Yin-Yang power. And you also know what the conditions for cultivating this technique are."

Erhuang immediately understood what Qin Yangjun meant.

"So...you need external stimulation...but unfortunately, I'm currently incomplete, and this Ghostly Bell is also damaged...So I was just being presumptuous after all. This cultivation technique will only be available after you ascend to immortality..."

However, Qin Yangjun suddenly said at this moment...

"No... I already have an idea."

Erhuang couldn't help but raise his head.

Do you know where the origin of Yin and Yang can be found?

Qin Yangjun revealed a mysterious smile.

"Just wait and see my performance then."

He had read the script, so of course he knew.

It seems I'll have to find time to make a trip to Dongzhou.

However, at this moment, Qin Yangjun suddenly discovered that the two celestial beings in front of him were beginning to become illusory, and everything around him turned into a thin mist.

Qin Yangjun knew that he was about to wake up.

Erhuang seemed to have noticed it as well.

"Oh, right, there's something I almost forgot. The power-based technique you're practicing, because it's an instant enlightenment, you learned it directly without cultivating your body. As a result, you didn't realize that the technique is very complete. You don't need to learn another technique at all; you just need to cultivate your body using the technique again..."

Erhuang's voice gradually faded and then slowly disappeared, and a white light filled Qin Yangjun's vision.

Qin Yangjun slowly opened his eyes.

What I saw was a small face gradually drawing closer...

Qin Yangjun's eyes widened suddenly, and he grabbed the person in front of him.

"what are you doing?!"

"Wokang...the inhabitant...his face is covered in ash...so..."

Because Qin Yangjun was staring at her mouth, Mi Hua mumbled something.

Qin Yangjun: ...........

Does this guy really think he's stupid?

Qin Yangjun pushed the rice cakes aside and shook his head.

"What time is it now?"

"It's morning, time to eat, Master."

Mihua gave a sweet smile, as if nothing had happened.

Qin Yangjun glanced at her sideways but didn't say anything.

However, at this moment, Qin Yangjun remembered what Erhuang had just said.

He slowly clenched his fist, and the Dragon Elephant Technique began to circulate. Golden veins began to spread across Qin Yangjun's fist. The tearing pain was still there, but it was not as severe as it had been.

At the same time, Qin Yangjun could clearly feel a surge of heat coursing through his limbs and bones...

Qin Yangjun released his grip, and the energy channels dissipated.

"So that's how it is. That means immortal techniques couldn't possibly have such a drawback..."

However, after the golden veins faded, a strong feeling of hunger struck.