March in the time of oriole season, peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze.
The locust tree in Xu Qing's yard has already sprouted new buds. The beast head skull wind chimes under the eaves lightly clink, while the traps dug at the wall roots or before and behind the house are quietly awaiting the arrival of someone with destiny.
Xu Qing practiced all night, and the Yin energy inside him grew increasingly thick and dense. Under the general knowledge sensing, there were faint signs of internal turmoil akin to flipping clouds and fog.
Unfortunately, he currently possesses a body of Daoist cultivation but lacks the means to transform skills into techniques. In simpler terms, he is like a zombie in a fierce state, relying only on brute force against enemies.
Such a vast accumulation of Yin energy should indicate a mage proficient in evil techniques, yet he wears finger tigers and uses shady street-corner tricks all day long. What kind of a picture does that paint?
