Mortal: I, the Holy Son of Yao Guang, have rebuilt my Chaotic Body.

Chapter 12 Interruption

The vast square was teeming with people, with stalls lined up one after another. Shouts, arguments, threats, and haggling mingled together, creating a deafening, chaotic, and noisy atmosphere.

On the first day of the Tai Nan Small Gathering, hundreds of cultivators entered the valley, and this will continue for nearly a month.

Several hours passed, and Yao Guang continued reciting the "Divine Transcendence Technique" as if no one else was around.

That so-called "Confucian classic" is filled with the recitation text of the "Divine Transcendence Technique," but the mystery of this technique lies in the sound of recitation and the mental method; the text itself is irrelevant, and it doesn't matter if it is exposed.

Even if the cultivators of this world racked their brains, they would hardly have imagined a strange secret technique that could convert people without their knowledge using only their voice. Moreover, the highest level cultivator in Tai Nan Valley is only a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Although the "Divine Transformation Technique" can only convert cultivators whose spiritual strength is weaker than that of the caster, Yao Guang has been cultivating the secret technique of the final chapter of the "Undying Heavenly Art"—the "Divine Annihilation Technique." This technique is a supreme secret technique for tempering the primordial spirit, so his current spiritual strength far exceeds that of cultivators of the same level and is comparable to cultivators who have reached the perfection of Qi Refining.

As he continued reciting, some wandering cultivators curiously gathered around. Some sniffed the pills he was selling and found that they were just antidotes used by mortals, but when they glanced at the contents written on the wooden sign, their interest was piqued, and they stopped to listen carefully.

However, after listening for a while, most people found that although the scriptures were quite profound, they couldn't grasp anything that would be beneficial to their spiritual practice, so they went to browse other stalls disappointed.

Yao Guang was not disappointed. The effects of the "Divine Transcendence Technique" varied greatly depending on the cultivator's aptitude.

Those with exceptional natural talent and profound understanding can often grasp the essence of scriptures in just a few words, quickly immersing themselves in them, becoming completely absorbed and unable to extricate themselves.

For those with mediocre talent and comprehension, their understanding of profound meaning is extremely shallow, and their passion for the scriptures is naturally greatly reduced. It would take an incredibly long time to convert them.

However, some people with extremely poor comprehension and no interest in the ultimate truths of the Dao are difficult to convert even with the "Divine Transformation Technique".

Several hours passed, the bright moon hung high, and the sky was completely dark. The organizers placed uniform bronze lamps in various parts of the square, each lamp holding a white stone, emitting a soft light that illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime.

The square was still bustling with people; quite a few cultivators preferred to travel at night.

Yao Guang glanced at Han Yunzhi, who was engrossed in her recitation, and saw that her eyes were dreamy yet focused, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This expression was exactly the same as when he converted the women.

"Indeed, cultivators capable of forming their core are one in ten thousand, and their comprehension is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators."

He then turned his gaze to the few people in front of the stall. Some were frowning and deep in thought; some were scratching their heads in confusion, seemingly understanding but not quite; and others were sometimes enlightened and sometimes confused...

Yao Guang felt a sense of helplessness. It seemed that in this Tainan Small Gathering, those who could compare with Han Yunzhi in terms of talent were extremely rare. Most of them were mediocre, and the vast majority of them would never be able to establish a foundation in their lifetime.

In fact, if the environment were quiet, allowing people to listen attentively without distraction, perhaps more people could be converted. But in this noisy and bustling square, it is difficult to truly calm down.

More than two hours later, midnight had passed, the noise in the valley gradually subsided, most of the cultivators had returned to their residences to rest, and the square had entered its closing period.

Yao Guang closed the book in his hands and stopped reading.

"That's all for today. I'm closing up shop and going to bed. If you're interested, please come again tomorrow morning."

At this moment, only four people remained, including Han Yunzhi, still listening at the stall.

"Brother Yao, what you said is really profound. I think I understand some of it, but it seems like there's still a veil between me and true understanding."

Han Yunzhi tidied up her stall, her voice gentle and melodious, and even the way she addressed people became more intimate.

The other three also had distinct expressions. One young monk, with a pained expression and furrowed brows, chanted a Buddhist prayer to Yao Guang, looking every bit the enlightened high monk:

"You are truly a person of great wisdom. The scriptures you recite are even more profound than those of our Buddhist scriptures. I am Kusang. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Yao Guang. Greetings, Master." Yao Guang smiled inwardly upon encountering a minor character from the original work.

The other two listened for a short while before looking at Yao Guang with a sense of awe and admiration that they couldn't quite comprehend.

Yao Guang greeted them with a gentle smile and together they entered the pavilion in the center of the valley. They spent a few spirit stones to rent a room with a more advanced barrier, and then he and Hongfen moved in.

For the next two days, Yao Guang continued to recite the "Salvation Mantra". The situation was not much different from the first day. Although he felt that more and more people were coming, very few people were able to hear the final words.

Of course, the little monk Kusang was never absent.

On the third day, while reciting, Yao Guang suddenly felt a spiritual pressure of about ten levels of refinement pressing down on him.

With a loud "Bang!", he saw a hand slam down on his stall, shaking the pills on it so they almost fell over. A shout followed:

"Ugh, what's with all that whining and muttering? Such a pedant!"

Yao Guang raised his eyes and looked coldly. In front of the stall, a young man and woman stood side by side. The man was dressed in a gray-blue brocade robe and was handsome. The woman was dressed in a pale yellow dress and was beautiful. They looked like a couple.

However, the way the couple looked at him was quite different.

The man who had slammed his fist on the table and yelled at him had a gloomy face. His eyes, fixed on Yao Guang, were filled with intense jealousy and envy, as well as a deeply hidden greed.

The woman blushed slightly, glancing at Yao Guang every now and then with a mixture of amazement and curiosity in her eyes. Then she would quickly look at the man beside her and lower her head guiltily.

Yao Guang glanced at him coldly, arranged the pills, and made as if to open the book to continue reading. Han Yunzhi, standing to the side, clenched her fists, feeling inexplicably angry at the man's interruption.

"Are you fucking deaf? Didn't you hear me? You're disturbing me!"

When the young man realized he was being ignored, a look of hostility appeared on his face. He suddenly grabbed at the book Yao Guang was holding, as if to snatch it away, but Yao Guang nimbly dodged it.

"Why are you like this? We're just peacefully reciting Confucian classics, what's it to you?"

Han Yunzhi finally couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly stood up, her face flushed red, and her fists clenched tightly.

"Brother Lu, what are you doing? Why are you taking your anger out on someone?"

The woman in the yellow dress then realized what was happening and hurriedly grabbed the man surnamed Lu's sleeve, saying with a flustered and apologetic tone, "Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry, my companion is a little confused today..."

When the man surnamed Lu saw the strange look in the woman in the yellow dress as she gazed at Yao Guang, a surge of anger welled up inside him. A feeling of betrayal overwhelmed him, and he thought to himself with resentment:

"Chen Qiaoqian, you fickle slut, were all those sweet nothings you said to me just bullshit?"