Once again, the head of the deathly pale young boy in white mourning clothes turned 180 degrees before he followed the adult forward and vanished into the depths of the small alley.2

Chen Ping'an's expression remained calm the entire time. He didn't gaze at those eerie scenes anymore, and he simply stole a glance at the Demon-suppressing Talisman on the courtyard door. His heart didn't need to ache too much because the talisman was only made from ordinary yellow talisman paper. The courtyard door was drenched from the heavy downpour just then, yet the talisman that Chen Ping'an had casually wacked on was stuck to it surprisingly firmly.0

There were also two of the most commonly seen colorful door gods stuck on the courtyard door. However, it was unknown whether they were sages from Parasol Leaf Continent's martial sage temple or meritorious generals from Agarwood Nation.0

It was already more than halfway through the year, so the colorful door gods had already lost most of their color thanks to the punishment from the elements. They were slightly dull, and there was even a hint of age and decay about them.0

Chen Ping'an's Qi and blood were much stronger after advancing to the fourth tier of martial arts, and his soul was also considerably tougher than before. Thus, his manner of viewing the world was naturally different from before. 0

Similar to how Qi refiners could observe Qi, Chen Ping'an could also catch glimpses of the flowing spiritual energy now. This was especially the case after wearing Golden Sweet Wine, as he could verify his observations by understanding the amount of spiritual energy that his Dao robe absorbed. This was incredibly helpful.2

He looked up at the two door gods dressed in bright and dignified armor. In reality, their small amount of divine aura had long since vanished, slowly eaten away and eventually extinguished by the yin energy that permeated through this...0