Look carefully, this is how realm is used!

A few days later, Shen Fuyuan, dressed appropriately, strolled leisurely through the aquarium, admiring the marine life on the other side of the glass.

He had to practice, but he couldn't just stay in the vacancy after coming out. He had to move his body around.

Relax in moderation and give yourself a break.

Cinemas, internet cafes, playgrounds, libraries...

In the past two months, Shen Fuyuan has been to wherever he feels relaxed, and he enjoys the process and feels satisfied both physically and mentally.

In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed. Shen Fuyuan, who was staying in the gap, opened his eyes and fatigue flashed across his face.

"It's getting harder and harder to comprehend a realm, and it takes more and more time."

Shen Fuyuan rubbed his temples to relieve his overactive brain.

In terms of realm, it is not that Shen Fuyuan's speed has slowed down. He dares to guarantee that in his current state, if he returns to the first time he came into contact with the realm, he can achieve the results of a month in half a day.

The reason why it seems to be slowing down is that as the divine talisman's fate becomes stronger, it can comprehend a higher realm.

By the same token, if it were the original Shen Fu Yuan, he would not be able to reach the current level.

According to this situation, the time spent will increase as time goes by, and it could be one year, ten years, or even a hundred years.

After all, the divine talisman controls the realm, the existence and rules of all things in the world.

If it can be achieved easily and at will, Shen Fuyuan will think there is a problem.

“I feel like it will be even harder in the future.”

Shen Fuyuan shook his head and shook off the negative emotions. He should have been mentally prepared for this kind of thing.

"It's too much of a stretch for one person to understand everything, even monsters."

"Although I won't give up, I have to find some ways to have fun in the midst of hardship, so that I can better adjust my mentality."

Shen Fuyuan lay down, looked into the eyes of Xijian, and muttered to himself.

"...My realm is not good enough, so I can only find fun in magic. Hmm... I got it!"

Shen Fuyuan, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly had his eyes light up as if he had found the solution he wanted.

The moonlight on a winter night is hazy, as if scattered on the ground through a layer of mist. The pale moonlight makes people feel cool.

"Ah! Not good!"

"The clan's secret book of Yin-Yang magic has disappeared!"

"What! Go find the thief!"

"That's an heirloom of our Luoyue clan! We absolutely can't lose it!"

The huge old house was brightly lit at this time, and the people living in it were in a panic, with unconcealable panic and anger on their faces.

Just as they exclaimed, something precious enough to concern an entire family disappeared silently that night, and even the guards did not discover it until afterwards.

"Have you found the thief?"

"no!"

"Where is the secret book of Yin-Yang magic?"

"nor!"

"Then why don't you keep looking! What are you standing there for?"

Luo Yue, the head of the Yin-Yang Masters, paced back and forth in the hall impatiently, hating the thief in his heart.

"Chief, could it be that guy?"

"Are you talking about the recent rumors about an unknown thief who specializes in stealing the secret techniques of the Yin-Yang family?!"

"Yes, it feels like we're being targeted this time."

"Damn it! What's there to steal from a small family like ours? If you want to steal, go rob a big family!"

"Clan leader..."

Feeling that the head of their family was belittling themselves and others, the Onmyoji who provided the clue was speechless, although their family's inheritance was indeed very short.

"Of course I want to see your anxious expressions. It's a rare pleasure for me."

Thousands of meters high in the sky at night, Shen Fuyuan was sitting in the gap, holding a small thin book in his hand.

This small book is exactly what the Onmyoji below lost.

Shen Fuyuan's way of finding joy in suffering is to persecute the Onmyoji, which brings him pleasure while increasing his knowledge of magic.

Of course, the intervals are quite long, and I don’t do this every day. After all, it’s just a means of relaxation and entertainment.

Since they were not enemies, Shen Fuyuan did not take any action and just focused on borrowing things.

"When I'm about to die, I'll definitely return it to you."

"As for the next one... why not Abe..."

He admired the divine talisman for a while, left an uncertain borrowing period, and then left in a happy mood, leaving only words that sounded like a crime warning.

Chapter 109: Cultivating Immortality in the Celestial Empire?

"The philosophy of this book doesn't align with mine. It's useless."

After turning the last few pages, Shen Fuyuan threw the book in his hand aside, leaving a pile of books more than one meter high.

Except for some parts that are listed as inheritance, the rest are relatively basic Yin-Yang magic content.

Shen Fuyuan did not take out more books on Yin-Yang magic.

After organizing the information in his mind, Shen Fuyuan stretched out his finger and drew in the air.

Unknown words are combined with strange symbols and finally placed according to certain rules to form a spell.

The moment the technique was successful, a dazzling white light was emitted, which lasted for more than ten seconds before dissipating.

This is an exorcism ritual, specifically used to deal with evil spirits.

Shen Fuyuan, who is a monster, studies this kind of technique. It can only be said that it is out of curiosity.

Moreover, there will definitely be no shortage of such enemies in the future. From a long-term perspective, it can be regarded as preparation in advance.

He not only knows exorcism, but also element manipulation, barriers, curses, and even necromancy.

"I wonder how good the Abe family's Yin-Yang magic is, but it should be pretty good."

He casually removed the spell and attacked the Abe family with a long history. Remember that Nue was Abe Haruaki.

In the end, after going around in circles, he still couldn't completely cut off his connection with Kyoto monsters such as Yuyuko.

"But before that, continue to comprehend the realm and then check it out in a few years."

Shen Fuyuan had a plan in mind, so he didn't rush to set off immediately. He didn't forget what was more important.

The water flows eastward, and the leaves fall.

Time flies by quietly.

"Three years later, another five years. Time is really worthless after all the growth and reproduction."

In the snowy winter season, Shen Fuyuan spit out white mist from his mouth. Time has left no trace on him, and he still looks like a 24-year-old young man.

Shen Fuyuan's real age should be around 30 years old at this time, but ordinary people's common sense is not suitable for monsters.

Based on his activities over the years, he had the illusion that he was cultivating immortals in the Celestial Empire. In order to reach a higher realm, he would practice in seclusion for several years. It didn't seem wrong to put himself in that situation.

Comparing the realm to rules, Shen Fuyuan is the practitioner who comprehends the rules, and the style of painting changes instantly.

"Perhaps I can return to the Celestial Empire in the future. I wonder if I can meet any extraordinary people there. It would be best if I could find some cultivation manuals for reference."

I came out for a stroll not long ago, Shen Fuyuan muttered to himself.

He is currently observing and gathering intelligence through the gaps, not forgetting what he planned five years ago.

According to what Shenfuyuan has learned recently, the descendants of Abe Haruaki seem to be active in the administrative center as exclusive Onmyoji.

Shen Fuyuan checked online and found that each of these descendants was a big shot who could shake the island nation with just a stomp of his feet.

Shen Fuyuan acted cautiously, and the administrative center was no less well-prepared than the military areas.

In addition to surveillance through technological products, many shikigami and secret barriers are also deployed.

If you're not careful, you might get discovered.

If it were a world without supernatural powers, Shen Fuyuan would be able to roam around just by relying on the gaps.

As the saying goes, pick the softest persimmons to squeeze.

Instead of looking for those Abes around the big shots first, Shen Fuyuan started with their family members.

He was mainly looking for the secret book of Yin-Yang magic, not wanting to fight, so he didn't want to make a big noise.

Two days later.

"I've told you everything I know... Can you please..."

In the gap space, a man wearing hunting clothes, about the same age as Shen Fuyuan, looked extremely timid, and it was unknown what kind of torture he had suffered before.

"Thank you for the information."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you go back, but not now."

Shen Fuyuan waved his hand, and the Yin-Yang master of the deputy head of the Yumenyuan family fell unconscious, and then he pressed his palm on his head.

Along with the dim glow, the Onmyoji's memories flowed into Shen Fuyuan's mind.

Shen Fuyuan confirmed the true and false information. After letting go of the Onmyoji, a black shadow stretched out from the depth of the gap and dragged him over.

Soon, the figure of the Onmyoji disappeared into the darkness. Although Shen Fuyuan was not killed, he would still abide by what he had promised.

The Abe family, also known as the Gomonin family, is said to have changed its name starting from the fifth generation of the family, while the first five generations of the family kept their original surnames.

There is also a saying that there is the black-clad Gomon-in and the white-clad Abe. Although they are both descendants of Abe Haruaki, due to the unequal strength of each of them, they gradually became two branches, black and white.

In terms of strength, the black-clad Gomonin is inferior to the white-clad Abe. In addition to the age difference, it is also due to the times.

Thanks to Abe no Haruaki's Taishanfujun Festival, the successive heads of the Abe family were able to live long and well from ancient times to the present.

The third generation head of the family lived for nearly a thousand years, not to mention the second generation. As for Abe Haruaki, the first generation, he is still in hell waiting for Yuyuko.

The Taishan Fujun Festival was developed by Abe no Haruaki and was perfected by his descendants.

So after Abe Haruaki's death, he relied on the feathered fox, and his descendants directly relied on the Taishan Fujun Festival to prolong their lives.

"The Taishan Lord Festival, those who know about it must be very eager for immortality."

Shen Fuyuan remained calm. The existing things had no appeal to him, but other ordinary people would be tempted.

"It's decided. The target is Abe Yoshihei."

Compared with the art of longevity, Shen Fuyuan values ​​Abe's Yin-Yang magic more. The deputy clan leader of Gomonyuan just now seemed to have a little worse magic in his mind.

Abe Yoshihei, Abe Haruaki's biological son and the second-generation head of the Gomonin family, has a quarter of demon blood in his body.

If it was Abe Yoshihei, I believe there was something that Shenfuyuan wanted. As for the secret book guarded by Gomonin, he would naturally not let it go.

Whether it is Abe or Gomon-in.

I want all the divine talismans and fate.

"To be on the safe side, it's best to pull him into the gap, thus cutting off the possibility of support."

"Even if we have the ability to break through the space, I believe it will take time. During this time, we just need to quickly capture the opponent and use the Memory Search spell to access his memory."

After deciding on the fate of the divine talisman, he pondered over it.

Abe Yoshihei, who was far away in the administrative center, had no idea that a monster was targeting him.

After spending several days to find Abe Yoshihei, Shen Fuyuan began to monitor him secretly, patiently waiting for the other party to be alone.

He has a sturdy middle-aged appearance, wearing soft armor and a black kimono, a metal forehead protector, and a thick beard on his chin.

Although he was the second-generation head of the family, his clothes were black, not the normal white.

Shen Fuyuan is paying close attention to these Onmyojis who have lived for thousands of years.