The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

In her opinion, being able to serve her master at such a close distance is a supreme honor in itself.

The needs of her master are the meaning of her existence.

Although these magic books are her precious collection, they have maximized their value if they can provide even a little help to the master's practice at this moment.

Xiu Yuan closed the last unremarkable magic book and casually threw it back onto the bookshelf.

The spine of the book hit the wooden shelf with a slight sound, which seemed a bit abrupt in this overly quiet study.

Kaori Saeki, who was kneeling at his feet, trembled slightly, and immediately crawled over using her hands and feet to put the book away.

Then she crawled back to Xiuyuan's feet, lowered her head, and her long golden hair fell like a waterfall, obscuring her expression and revealing only the eye-catching black collar around her neck.

Xiuyuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment, sweeping from her smooth hair to the collar that represented belonging, and finally landing on her slightly undulating back.

This tool is really easy to use and saves me a lot of trouble.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips feeling a little cool, and gently lifted Saeki Kaori's chin.

The girl was forced to raise her head, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes looking at Xiu Yuan were burning with almost crazy admiration and burning expectation.

The corners of Xiuyuan's mouth twitched slightly. It was more of a confirmation of satisfaction with the performance of the tool than a smile.

"Quite obedient."

His voice was flat, and no emotion could be detected, as if he was simply evaluating an object.

"Today I will grant you nectar."

As if Amane had been pardoned, Saeki Kaori's body trembled violently and her breathing became rapid in an instant.

Her pupils suddenly dilated, filled with ecstasy and disbelief.

The excitement made her whole body tremble slightly, and the collar on her neck also shook, and the metal buckle made a slight sound.

To her, this nectar is the supreme gift from her master and the highest recognition of her value as a cow or horse.

Xiuyuan let go of her hand and ignored her excited reaction.

He turned around and calmly sat down on the large leather chair behind the desk, slowly adjusting the hem of his monk's robe, with a relaxed posture, as if all he was going to do next was to have a cup of tea.

He folded his legs and looked calmly at Saeki Kaori who was still kneeling on the ground, with a condescending scrutiny.

He didn't say another word, but just raised his chin slightly and indicated his direction.

"Thank...thank you for the gift, Master!"

Saeki Kaori's voice trembled with excitement and had a strong nasal tone.

She understood Xiu Yuan's meaning almost immediately, and her eyes glowed even brighter.

Without caring about maintaining her elegant posture, she crawled forward using her hands and feet. Her movements were so eager and clumsy that her knees made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the floor, and the leather rope around her neck dragged on the ground as she moved.

She tried to raise her head, her eyes fixed on Xiu Yuan without blinking, like the most devout believer running towards the god in her heart.

After crawling to Xiuyuan, she stopped and raised her face, which was flushed with excitement. Her eyes were filled with eager desire. She was ready to fight for the nectar that belonged to her in her own way.

Chapter 98: Mani Pearl of Great Wisdom!

Saeki Kaori collapsed on the floor, her golden hair sticking to her cheeks and neck.

She was gasping for breath, and every part of her body showed signs of weakness and soreness as if she had been completely drained of energy. However, deep within her sapphire eyes, a strange light burned, as if she had just experienced a baptism of the soul.

Xiu Yuan sat cross-legged on the chair beside him, his eyes slightly closed, breathing slowly.

He ignored Kaori Saeki who was almost unable to move on the ground, and continued to practice his mental skills.

That was the method he had comprehended from the statue of Joyful Buddha, specifically used to refine the special energy and insights produced during the intercourse of joy and happiness.

The nectar bestowed upon Saeki Kaori just now was also a practice for him.

The girl's fanatical devotion, mixed with her unique soul fluctuations, turned into pure energy and was absorbed into his body without any hesitation.

The image of Acala vibrated slightly, absorbing and transforming the energy, nourishing the image itself and making it more condensed. At the same time, it also fed back to Xiuyuan some subtle insights about mind control and soul connection.

This method of practice is efficient and direct, far better than sitting in meditation.

After several rounds of practice, those insights were thoroughly digested and absorbed, becoming his own foundation.

Xiu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was clear, without any trace of lust left, only his usual calmness and indifference.

Kaori Saeki on the ground noticed the movement and struggled to get up, as if she wanted to continue to fulfill her duties as a "cow and horse", helping her master to dress himself or do something else.

She had just managed to stand up halfway when her knees gave way and she almost fell back.

"Rest."

Xiu Yuan's voice sounded calmly, without any concern in it.

Kaori Saeki paused and immediately stopped moving, lying down again, turning her head towards Xiuyuan, her eyes still full of awe.

Xiuyuan stood up, straightened his monk's robe, and walked straight to the door leading to the basement.

The basement of Kaori Saeki's house is more of a holy place for avid occult enthusiasts than a storage room.

The air was filled with a strange smell mixed with dust, the musty smell of old books and various incense.

The walls were covered with tapestries of runes of unknown meaning and crudely printed tarot card posters, and in the corners were piled crystal balls, astrological instruments, bundles of dried herbs, and a dusty skull model.

He came here not because he was interested in the garbage, but because he wanted to put into practice the valuable fragments of knowledge he had sifted out from those books.

For example, some fragmented theories about energy channeling, spirit communication, and even low-level summoning rituals.

Although it is crude, it can perhaps provide him with some insignificant inspiration to improve his own power system by analogy.

After all, all things return to their origins, and the essence of energy may share commonalities across different systems. He needed to personally verify the actual effects of these exotic techniques, if only to better understand the power structure of this world.

Xiu Yuan stopped in the middle of the basement and scanned the ground.

He casually picked up a thick candle that was not sure whether it was used for drawing talismans or burning for fun, squatted down, and smoothly drew a standard hexagram pattern on the cement floor covered with dust and strange stains.

The lines are random, but they are precisely stuck on a certain energy node.

After finishing the painting, he looked at the scattered things in the pile of junk next to him: a few crystal fragments of strange colors, a handful of herbs that were almost dried into powder, and a small bone of an unknown animal.

He kicked it a few times in disgust and swept the "garbage" roughly into the center area of ​​the hexagram as a sacrifice.

For this inferior summoning ritual, the offerings used are of no importance; what matters is the "key" that guides the energy.

Xiuyuan stretched out his finger, and a tiny wisp of golden Buddha power gathered at his fingertips, like a spark that ignites a fuse, gently touching a certain intersection point of the hexagram.

With the infusion of magic power, the patterns on the ground seemed to come alive, the dull crayon lines glowed slightly, and the air was filled with a richer smell mixed with sulfur and decay.

The light in the entire basement seemed to dim a bit, and only the magic circle was glowing faintly.

For an ordinary person, even a half-baked enthusiast like Saeki Kaori, to activate a ritual of the same level, they would probably have to sacrifice several lives as the energy source. But in Xiu Yuan's case, his own condensed Buddha power was far beyond the energy level of ordinary life. Even a trace of it was enough to pry open this crude ritual.

He closed his eyes, immersed his consciousness, and carefully sensed the energy fluctuations generated by the operation of the magic circle.

The subtle feeling of space being distorted, the process of sacrificial energy being extracted and dissipated, and the prototype of a contract law that attempts to establish a cross-dimensional link... These complex information flows were quickly captured and analyzed by him.

The image of Acala stood tall in his sea of ​​consciousness. On its forehead, the outline of an illusory "Wisdom Mani Pearl" that looked like a lapis lazuli orb was slowly condensing.

Every analysis and understanding of different power systems will be transformed into nourishment and injected into it, making this Mani Pearl representing wisdom and insight more solid.

Soon, the energy fluctuations of the magic circle resonated with a distant and chaotic dimension.

That was the Demon Realm. The space above the formation rippled like the surface of water, and a narrow, dark crack silently opened.

On the other side of the crack is bottomless darkness, in which countless chaotic, greedy, and evil consciousnesses surge and roar.

"Little human, offer your soul, and I will grant you endless power..."

"Wealth, beauty, power, as long as you offer it devoutly!"

"Eternal life, immortal glory, open your heart to the great demon god!"

All kinds of tempting voices, like lewd music, rushed out from the cracks, trying to penetrate into Xiuyuan's mind, tempting him to make a sacrifice and sign a contract.

The promises were nothing more than the things that mortals most desire: power, longevity, wealth, and strength.

Xiu Yuan listened to the cacophony of noise, his face expressionless. To him, these so-called demons were merely another group of "resources" with a slightly higher energy level, but still inferior in nature.

Their temptation is ridiculously childish.

Could these things give him what he wants?

He just stood there quietly, continuing to sense the chaotic energy characteristics of the demon world coming from the other side of the crack, and verifying and supplementing it with his existing knowledge.

The low-level monsters on the other side of the gap clearly lacked patience.

Seeing that the temptation was ineffective, the buzzing noise became sharper.

They are no longer satisfied with verbal promises and are beginning to try more direct means.

Waves of cold and obscure spiritual fluctuations tried to pass through the crack, like sticky tentacles, trying to wrap around Xiu Yuan's consciousness.

They try to weave illusions, showing the irresistible pleasures and power of mortals, or to create fear and magnify any shadows that may exist deep in his heart.

These mental attacks were disorganized, filled with confusion and malicious whispers, like countless flies buzzing in his ears, trying to find a breakthrough, drag him into the trap they had woven, and complete the ridiculous sacrificial contract.

As long as the contract is reached, they will be able to obtain enough energy coordinates to squeeze through this fragile gap and descend into this world full of delicious souls.

Xiu Yuan stood where he was and allowed those spiritual tentacles to probe and attack him.

To him, these attacks were like a breeze blowing across solid rock, not even enough to make him frown.

The image of Acala sits firmly in the sea of ​​consciousness, and its inherent majesty and Buddha's light easily isolate these inferior illusions and mental interferences.

He even analyzed with great interest the energy characteristics contained in these attacks, verifying them with the Buddhist spiritual defense methods he knew.

Well, it's really crude. He only knows how to use negative emotions and desires to amplify them. He has no skills at all, let alone touching the origin of the soul.

As time passed, Xiu Yuan had already fully comprehended the power attributes of this magic circle.

Continuing to allow those low-level demons to make noise is really polluting our hearing.

Xiuyuan lost his last bit of patience.

The next moment, his eyes, which had been calm all the time, suddenly became sharp, and a hint of anger appeared between his brows. It was not ordinary anger, but the manifestation of the majesty of Acala when he subdued the evil spirit!

King Kong glares angrily!

"Buzz!"

A low roar was no longer confined to the sea of ​​consciousness, but echoed clearly in the small basement.

Behind Xiu Yuan, the air rippled and twisted like water waves, and a towering phantom of a Dharma image emitting blazing golden light emerged out of thin air.

The Dharma image of Acala!

Although only a portion of its power was revealed, the extremely strong, masculine, majestic and solemn aura instantly filled the entire space, sweeping away the cold and evil energy emitted by the magic circle.

The basement was illuminated by magnificent golden light, and the rune tapestries on the wall seemed to come alive. The evil patterns on them twisted and wailed under the Buddha's light, almost burning.

The pitch-black space crack trembled violently under the golden light, and the demonic sound coming from the opposite side stopped abruptly, replaced by terrified screams and chaotic energy fluctuations.

These low-level monsters obviously didn't expect that the fish they were trying to catch would actually be a prehistoric dragon in human skin.

Xiuyuan raised his hand, and the image of Acala behind him also raised its huge arm covered with golden scales and burning with wrathful flames.

Because he had just digested some of his understanding of the laws of space, this palm strike was not just a simple impact of force.

The moment the Dharmakāya swung its palm, visible wrinkles and distortions appeared in the surrounding space, as if it was forcibly compressed and penetrated by an invisible force.

"boom!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull vibration like the beating of a drum.

The palm of Dharmakāya, which contained unparalleled Buddha power and the mystery of space, ignored the barriers of space and directly imprinted itself into the dark crack, fiercely hitting the demon world on the opposite side of the crack!

The crack expanded suddenly for a moment, and then shrank rapidly as if it was burned. Countless short, shrill howls came from the other side, as well as the sound of explosions as energy structures were forcibly destroyed.

Those low-level monsters that scrambled to get through, along with the corner of the demon world where they were, were smashed to pieces by this palm that spanned dimensions.

After doing all this, Xiu Yuan withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and the shadow of the Dharma image behind him also disappeared. The basement returned to its previous dimness. Only the half-drawn hexagram pattern on the ground looked like it was burnt, with curled and blackened edges, completely useless.

The lingering smell of sulfur and decay in the air was replaced by a faint scent of sandalwood.

"¨. Noisy." Xiuyuan brushed off the non-existent dust on his monk's robe, as if he was just casually swatting a buzzing mosquito to death.

Xiu Yuan then heard the system notification sound continuously, and the merit points jumped in his mind like a screen refresh:

[Exorcist and Defender, Merit +1]

[Exorcist and Defender, Merit +1]