Galong, performing the exorcism dance, approached Wu Sang and chastised him in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Senior Brother Galong, please allow me to handle this matter," Wu Sang, too, had been startled by Yuan Ming's actions and quickly spoke.

"I've seen that man twice before; he seems to be the incense burner who is learning incense making from you, Junior Brother Wu Sang, to treat Lord Quan Ya with such disrespect!" Galong's face was filled with anger, but it was hidden behind the dog-headed mask, invisible to others.

Disrupting the sacred ceremony was an extreme disrespect to Lord Dog Teeth God, a grave taboo.

Moreover, it nearly caused him to lose face in front of so many believers and incense burners. If he were to ruin Jiuli Temple's most important annual ceremonial gathering, he wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility if the abbot asked for an account.

"Yes, yes, calm your anger, I will scold him later and provide a satisfactory compensation to the temple. Senior Brother, your presence here is still needed; do not let this affect the ceremony," said Wu Sang in a lowered voice.

"I'll settle the score with you later!" Galong, the temple priest, glanced at the many incense burners nearby, his tone softening slightly as he scolded, then resumed his dancing.

After muttering an apology, Wu Sang chased after the direction Yuan Ming had left.

Meanwhile, Yuan Ming had returned to his room and locked the door.

He spread out the various incense-making ingredients he had prepared earlier on the table and picked out a few, ready to start making incense again. However, what was different this time was that he had a new ingredient—it was the incense ashes he had taken from the ceremonial platform.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Soon after, there was an urgent knocking at the door.

"Yuan, what are you doing? Why did you disturb the sacred ceremony of Lord Dog Teeth God?" Along with it came Wu Sang's angry voice.

"My stomach is a bit upset. Leave me alone. And I've left my apology at the door; you take it to Galong," Yuan Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted back.

"Is your illness serious? Does it need urgent attention?" Wu Sang asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, but I need to rest for a while now, don't disturb me until evening," Yuan Ming shouted loudly.

After saying that, he gave no further response.

Wu Sang tried to push the door and found it was locked from the inside. He had no choice but to press his ear to the door and listen to the movement inside. Hearing nothing, he looked down to see a small bag at the bottom of the door.

He bent down to pick up the bag, weighing it in his hand, and muttered, "At least he follows some rules," before turning to leave.

Inside the room, Yuan Ming's attention was fully absorbed in making incense.

Two hours later, seven or eight black long incense sticks had been dried and completed, neatly arranged on the table.

Seized by impatience, Yuan Ming took out an incense burner and placed one of the black incense sticks inside before lighting it.

A wisp of smoke slowly rose, and a scent similar to that of the original black incense began to spread. Yuan Ming immediately felt his vision blur, and a wave of drowsiness and heaviness washed over him.

The Tai Chi diagram on the incense burner also lit up with a hazy light.

"It works, it actually works."

The spirit light he had suddenly experienced had indeed taken effect.

Yuan Ming was first stunned, then a smile appeared on his face, which grew broader with jubilation. He nearly jumped for joy; he could hardly believe that the ingredient he had been searching so hard for was nothing other than the pinch of incense ashes from the altar?

However, his joy did not last long. He could not fend off the dizziness, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

In an instant, Yuan Ming felt a glaring light appear before his eyes, and he instinctively wanted to raise his hand to shield them.

But he suddenly realized that he couldn't control his hands at all. Not only that, but he couldn't even blink or swallow.

Had he lost control over his own body?

A chill went through Yuan Ming's heart, and for a moment, he felt bewildered, but he quickly came to his senses, noticing his surroundings.

At this moment, he was standing before a scenic lake, surrounded by verdant grass, and well-groomed flowers and trees. Across the lake, there was a two-story building by the water, adorned in simplicity and elegance, serene yet dignified.

The next moment, his heart skipped a beat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the reflection in the lake of a youthful and handsome face—it was indeed the young Emperor of Da Jin.

The young Emperor was not dressed in the gold Dragon Robe but wore a bright yellow snug outfit.

At this moment, he stood solemnly with his legs apart as if in a horse stance. His right arm lifted, erecting a single finger, while his left hand was clenched at the wrist of his right hand, and he was whispering incantations.

Just as Yuan Ming was puzzled about what the young Emperor was doing, the Emperor's chant stopped, and half an inch above the tip of his raised finger, a ripple appeared in the void. Out of nowhere, sparks flickered, and with a sizzle, a small red Fireball the size of a baby's fist manifested.

Suddenly, Yuan Ming felt an obvious scorching sensation rushing towards his face, and the temperature around him also climbed steadily.

"Could this be the practice of the Fireball Technique?" Yuan Ming thought to himself.

It wasn't the first time he had seen the Fireball Technique, just like his Wood Stabbing Technique, which could be considered one of the most basic and common entry-level attack magic among Fire attribute spells. Many Qi Refining Stage Cultivators with a Fire Spiritual Root were capable of it, but he had not learned it for some reasons, primarily because he didn't have enough time to practice repeatedly.

Now that he was in possession of the young Emperor's body, although he couldn't control his actions and speech as he had the previous time, he could still clearly feel the circulation of mana in his Dantian and throughout his meridians during the casting of the Fireball Technique, and he could even hear the spell he chanted clearly.

After the young Emperor condensed the fireball at his fingertips, he had no intention to release it but continued to drive the mana in his Dantian into the fireball, causing it to slowly grow larger and its color to change from red to pale, turning towards a light yellow.

"Is this really the Fireball Technique...? Why do I feel that there is something odd about it?" Yuan Ming looked at the fireball, sensing that it was somewhat different from what he had previously understood.

Normally, as soon as the fireball was condensed, it would be released immediately, just as he would cast the Wood Stabbing Technique—he had never heard of making it grow larger by continuously infusing mana into it.

Just as the young Emperor was sweating profusely from the baking heat of the fireball, with his forehead dripping, the fireball at his fingertips finally stopped growing larger.

Yuan Ming, sharing the same perspective, knew that this was because the mana in the young Emperor's Dantian was nearly depleted.

And the fireball, now the size of an adult's head, also abruptly shattered into sparkles after keeping its form for a few moments and dissipated into the air.

Before Yuan Ming could ponder further, he felt darkness before his eyes, followed by a loss of consciousness.

When he woke up again, his vision returned to the familiar furnishings of the Jiuli Temple's side room.

There was a stick of Black Incense inserted in the incense burner in front of him, and another that had been lit was completely burnt out, with only the last bit of flame gradually extinguishing.

The Tai Chi Pattern on the incense burner also had grown dim.

"Just now, did I succeed? And was it in the body of that original little Emperor?" Yuan Ming stared at the burnt-out incense, wondering.

His homemade incense had finally succeeded in achieving the Divine Soul Possession function of the original Black Incense for the first time, and he even gleaned insights into the amazing Fireball Technique used by the young Emperor. However, the time was indeed too short—it seemed like just a dozen or twenty breaths had passed, and he was back again.

But at last, success!

Yuan Ming's heart surged with excitement, he swung his fist vigorously and opened his mouth wide to silently roar. In this moment, he felt as though the small house, the temple, Iron Tiger Town, the rivers, the great streams, the Southern Border, Da Jin, and even the distant seas to the east, the entire world's everything was no longer a shackle.

The latter half of the Nine Elements Technique... perhaps even better Cultivation Techniques might all become possible!

Yuan Ming was excited for a long while before he calmed down, the spirit light that had brought control progressively faded away, and his mind gradually cooled. He felt as though he had succeeded, but it wasn't a completely successful endeavor.

"Although I've managed to create incense capable of possession, there are still quite a few problems. Setting aside why I couldn't control the Emperor's actions, just the duration of possession is far from the original incense," Yuan Ming thought somewhat disappointedly.

However, Yuan Ming felt some joy in his heart. Being able to successfully achieve Soul Possession and finding the most crucial material, incense ashes, was already a huge breakthrough. Ninety-nine percent of success was inspiration; now it was time for that one percent of effort.

He believed that one percent could not be an obstacle on his road to success.

For now, the materials used in the experiment were still not exactly the same as the original incense; naturally, it was impossible to achieve the same duration and effect of possession.

As long as he slowly finds the right materials in the future, the effects will surely get better and better.

Yuan Ming thought quietly to himself, looking at the other long black incense sticks on the table.

The rest of the incense was also made with the same batch of mixed materials; he figured even if they could help him achieve possession, the effects would certainly be nearly the same.

So, he had to continue experimenting. Of course, he also had to continue using mana to help the incense burner recover.

However, the earliest he could do the next experiment would be in seven days.

In the evening, Yuan Ming walked out of the side room, only to see Wu Sang walking towards him with an unhappy face.

"Yuan, you must give me another explanation for your rude behavior today. Senior Brother Gelong is still very dissatisfied; he has already asked me to expel you from the temple," Wu Sang said sternly as soon as they met.

Of course, a significant reason for this was that after most of the compensation was given to Senior Brother Gelong, he was severely scolded by both Gelong and the abbot, and his spirit was greatly wounded.

He had to ask for more money!

However, at this time, Yuan Ming actually didn't care anymore.

He had mastered the art of Incense Making, and now that he had found the key to incense making, staying here didn't matter much to him anymore.

"Oh, was that apology still insufficient?" Yuan Ming replied with a counter-question.

"Senior Brother Gelong is uncompromising; without my mediation, he would have kicked you out long ago! You need to show some real sincerity today, or I can't explain this," Wu Sang shouted angrily.

"Compensation is no problem, but you have to do me a small favor," Yuan Ming thought for a moment and then replied with a smile, his face showing no hint of difference.

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