Chapter Eighty-Two: Shock! Yang Wenhao Actually Visits a Mysterious Website

An hour later, Yang Wenhao emerged from his room.

He had already reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refinement, and for days he’d been suppressing his cultivation, determined to solidify his advancement to the seventh level. In just an hour, Yang Wenhao successfully broke through and became a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

“Seventh level of Qi Refinement—I'm not far from Foundation Establishment now.”

After this breakthrough, Yang Wenhao’s aura increased immensely. With his current strength, if he didn’t conceal it, he could easily kill an innate martial artist.

In the beginning, there was little difference between cultivators and martial artists, but as their realms advanced, the gap gradually revealed itself.

Entering the living room, Yang Wenhao was surprised to find that, even after an hour, not a single person had left. Everyone in the hall looked at him with reverence in their eyes. It was clear Zhang Dawei must have told them something.

“Master!” Zhang Dawei called.

Yang Wenhao nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the others. “Since you’ve chosen to stay, you are now people of the Celestial Court.”

In that instant, two words formed in everyone’s minds.

“Celestial Court!”

In the years to come, these words would become the supreme glory of their lives.

At the same time, Yang Wenhao heard the system’s voice in his ear; the task completion rate had increased slightly.

“System, is there any cultivation method I can grant these people? Remember, I’m broke—don’t make it too expensive.”

Yang Wenhao was already poor, with ten thousand points needed to level up. When he brought out Eastern Invincible, he’d need even more points. Frankly, he felt like a pauper drowning in debt.

“The host may spend three thousand points to customize a cultivation method.”

“Three thousand!” Yang Wenhao was stunned. He’d already spent two thousand points on the Spirit Gathering Array, and now his remaining three thousand points were nearly gone.

After hesitating, Yang Wenhao finally nodded. “Buy it.”

“Please name the cultivation method.”

Yang Wenhao said, “Since it’s created for the Celestial Court, let’s call it the Celestial Method.”

“This method will be crafted according to the host’s intentions. All who practice it shall be led by the laws of Heaven. Please select methods to be integrated into the Celestial Method. Any methods merged will unlock at their corresponding realm as practitioners advance.”

Yang Wenhao understood now—it was like an inheritance.

A single method containing countless legacies; each realm breakthrough would grant the practitioner the Celestial Court’s inheritance for that realm.

“Excellent,” Yang Wenhao nodded. He trusted the system’s efficiency and immediately integrated the cultivation methods he knew.

However, his repertoire was still limited; the highest was only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement. If he stopped adding methods, the inheritance would end at the fourth level. For now, it was enough; he just needed to collect and integrate more methods in the future. If necessary, he could buy a few from the system’s shop.

Yang Wenhao then taught the Celestial Method to everyone present, even Zhang Dawei listened attentively, engrossed. He had been a martial artist, learning only a handful of techniques, and the method Yang Wenhao previously taught him had raised him to the peak of the second tier. Now, if he cultivated the Celestial Method, his progress would surely accelerate.

Thus, the hall presented a peculiar scene: about seven or eight people sat cross-legged on the floor, white energy swirling around them, as if they were in a celestial realm.

Yang Wenhao didn’t disturb them. This method was extremely easy to grasp; as long as one wasn’t a fool, they could achieve something.

Leaving the villa, Yang Wenhao returned home.

Yang Ying had just finished preparing dinner, waiting for his return.

After the meal, Yang Wenhao went to his room.

He powered up his new computer, which had cost him nearly twenty thousand. It looked impressively sleek and modern.

Yet, if computer enthusiasts knew Yang Wenhao bought such a machine just to browse websites, uninterested in games or more ambitious uses, they would surely be infuriated.

It was a waste of excellent hardware.

Such a good computer, used for the most mundane tasks.

He turned on the computer and entered a string of characters.

True to its price, the computer was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the website he’d typed in.

The first thing he saw was five bold characters—China Exchange Network.

It looked like a forum, reminding him of those old education websites, all rather similar.

China Exchange Network was divided into two sections: the Yin-Yang Realm and the Martial Realm.

From the names, it was clear the Yin-Yang Realm was where people like Wu Xiuping gathered.

The Martial Realm was the domain of martial artists.

Yang Wenhao, as a cultivator, didn’t fit into either, but ultimately he clicked into the Yin-Yang Realm forum.

Upon entering, a row of posts greeted him.

Yang Wenhao’s lips twitched at the titles. These days, it seemed not only ordinary people but even practitioners were guilty of sensationalist headlines.

He checked the most viewed post.

It turned out to be about a Taoist master dispelling negative energy from a young girl, who then thanked him profusely.

“Damn it,” Yang Wenhao muttered, finding these people utterly dull.

But as he browsed further, he came across a post that piqued his interest.

It was about the Ghost Cultivation Sect—Wu Xiuping’s sect.

It discussed why Qu Wuxin betrayed the sect. Posts like this were often half true, half rumor, laced with personal feelings; best to believe only half, lest you mistake jokes for facts.

After going through several posts, Yang Wenhao gathered quite a bit of useful information.

For instance, certain places frequently exhibited abnormal phenomena, suspected to be ghost veins.

However, exorcism was only a side profession; his true path lay elsewhere.

He then switched to the Martial Realm forum, finding that deceptive titles weren’t limited to the Yin-Yang Realm; the Martial Realm was rife with them as well.

But in the Martial Realm, Yang Wenhao found a post related to himself.

First floor: In Fengzhou, someone died with their heart meridian shattered. Apparently, the death was gruesome.

Second floor: Is that evil cult active again?

Third floor: Five years ago, the Martial Realm and Yin-Yang Realm joined forces to suppress that sect, yet it still survives.

That evil cult?

Yang Wenhao sensed that things were far more complicated than he’d imagined, tangled with many unknowns.

(End of chapter)