"A Flying Artifact is, after all, merely a type of auxiliary Magic Artifact. Here in the Southern Border, they prefer directly controlling spirit beasts that can fly, while in the Central Plains, they are more partial to Flying Artifacts. The so-called Flying Sword Immortal is nothing more than someone controlling a sword to fly," explained the Three Cave Masters.

"I see," Yuan Ming suddenly realized.

After speaking, he removed Huo Chan'er from his shoulder and placed her on the ground.

"Three Cave Masters, I'm planning to go into seclusion in the mountains soon. I should take this opportunity to bid you farewell; I will take my leave now." Having said this, he bid farewell and turned to leave.

The Three Cave Masters was led off track by the topic of Flying Artifacts, recalling the refinement techniques of Flying Artifacts, and did not respond immediately. By the time she remembered that she had yet to pay for the White Flame Gold, Yuan Ming had already left.

"Flying Artifacts, huh…" the Three Cave Masters murmured to herself.

Yuan Ming went to the Fire Workshop and reported to his Senior Brother Fang Ge, then went back to pack up briefly before heading again towards Ten Thousand Mountains for secluded cultivation.

This time in seclusion, besides enhancing his cultivation, Yuan Ming also planned to incorporate various materials he had recently found into his incense making.

He believed that by finding the correct spiritual materials to replace the ordinary materials, the duration of the incense possession would definitely increase and the effect would surely come closer to that of the original Black Incense.

Having carved out a Cave Mansion in the mountains, he also constructed a tree house in an ancient tree outside.

After settling in, Yuan Ming began another round of incense testing.

This time he had reaped a bountiful harvest, and the types of spiritual materials he brought back were varied, leaving him somewhat unsure where to begin at first.

After much contemplation, he first took out the Yellow Springs Tree he had brought back from Snake King Valley, scraped off a small half cup of powder, and added it into his incense making ingredients.

Once the incense was made, Yuan Ming couldn't wait to light one.

Yellow Springs Tree inherently pertains to the Divine Soul, so Yuan Ming had high hopes for this batch of incense.

"Liu Tianming…

Yuan Ming watched the wisps of smoke rising, silently calling out the Emperor's name in his mind while picturing his face, as his vision gradually blurred until he was engulfed in endless darkness.

After a moment, Yuan Ming's vision brightened again, and he immediately saw a wide desk covered in bright yellow silk and a pair of fair hands resting on it.

The owner of the hands was dressed in a bright yellow Dragon Robe, looking down at a letter placed on the desk.

Yuan Ming confirmed that he had once again possessed the body of Emperor Jin, but still in the state of an observer, only capable of feeling the Emperor's emotions without controlling his actions.

However, Yuan Ming felt an incredibly strong excitement and exhilaration.

He could even sense that the Emperor's arms, propped on the desk, were trembling uncontrollably.

Looking down with the Emperor's line of sight, Yuan Ming saw the handwriting on the letter seemed familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was indeed the letter he had written to General's Mansion to report his safety.

The Emperor grabbed the letter, held it aloft while shaking it forcefully, and excitedly said, "General Yuan, this is wonderful! I knew Brother Ming wasn't so easily vanquished. I will send someone to fetch him back, right now, immediately."

Following the Emperor's raised line of sight, Yuan Ming saw a middle-aged man in court attire standing in front of the grand hall.

With sharp eyebrows, piercing eyes, a proud nose, lips framed by a circle of dark short beard, and a tall and imposing figure, his demeanor was calm and collected, standing there like an immovable stele.

Not seeing this face, Yuan Ming had a vague impression of him, but the moment he saw the face, it crisply and vividly formed in Yuan Ming's heart.

But compared to the father he remembered, the hair at his temples had inexplicably grown somewhat whiter.

"Father…"

Yuan Ming could not speak out loud, but the voice shouting in his heart was trembling as well.

The tall and imposing General Yuan, looked much more composed than the Emperor, but the faint reddish tinge at the corners of his eyes showed he was not as serene as he appeared.

"It troubles Your Majesty to be concerned. My son's letter did not mention specific locations, only that the letter was sent from a military town of the Kasi Clan in the Southern Border. I have already dispatched personal soldiers to follow the spies from the Southern Border to investigate. Once reliable information is obtained, trusted envoys will be dispatched to meet him," General Yuan said with a salute.

"This guy, although he has sent a letter back, why didn't he specify where he is staying? What's worse, there's not a single word for me in the letter," the Emperor said somewhat dissatisfied as he put down the letter.

"He most likely has his unavoidable difficulties," General Yuan sighed.

Upon hearing this and thinking of the hardships Yuan Ming might be facing in the Southern Border, the Emperor could not bear to blame him further.

Yuan Ming didn't divulge his whereabouts to his family partly because he hadn't yet recovered his complete memory of being wronged, and partly because he intended to wait until his strength had improved and he was capable of self-protection before returning.

"General Yuan, about Brother Ming still being alive…"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, besides informing you, I have not told a third party," General Yuan understood immediately and said without delay.

"That's good. When he returns, I want him..." the Emperor began, but did not finish his sentence.

But Yuan Ming heard his heart's voice: "I want him to be my right-hand man, just like before…"

After General Yuan took his leave, the eunuchs and maids who had been dismissed came cautiously back into the hall.

The trusted eunuch serving beside the Emperor, seeing that His Majesty seemed to be in a good mood, asked, "Your Majesty, the Chief of Staff from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Revenue seek an audience to discuss resuming trade with Southern Border. Shall we invite them in?"

"Today I will see no one. All matters will be discussed tomorrow," the Emperor replied without a moment's thought, waving his hand dismissively.

"Yes,"

the young eunuch responded and was about to exit to dismiss the two Chief of Staffs.

At that moment, the young Emperor suddenly spoke, "Bring over my treasure box."

"Yes," the young eunuch immediately responded.

Soon, a purple-red wooden box about two feet square was brought to the young Emperor's desk.

He then waved his hand, driving everyone out.

Afterward, the young Emperor unlocked the golden lock on the purple-red wooden box and slowly lifted the lid.

Inside the box, there were many miscellaneous small items: a black and white tiger stuffed toy, a finely carved small wooden sword, a crescent-shaped jade pendant, and many hand-bound books...

The young Emperor looked at these small items, his face showing a wistful expression.

"Brother Ming, you haven't finished the illustrations for 'White Horse Youth Journey.' You truly made me wait this time..." After a moment, he picked up a blue-covered bound book and spoke sadly.

The sorrow in his words was something Yuan Ming could deeply relate to.

In an instant, he felt as if he had been struck on the head, his mind swirling with thoughts, and vague memories began to surface.

But at the same moment, Yuan Ming's vision blurred again as the possession time ended.

As his vision cleared, Yuan Ming stared at the burnt-out long incense, unable to focus his eyes for a long time.

In his mind, a scene was playing, like a rolling scroll flickering continually.

He saw his younger self and the equally youthful Emperor, both in the imperial garden's pavilion of the Imperial Palace, one painting with a brush, the other grinding ink, together crafting a painting.

"White Horse Youth Journey... I remember, it was a comic book series I created with the Sixth Prince, no, with His Majesty," Yuan Ming murmured to himself.

Back then, they were both about the same age, both with boundless imaginations, known to each other as confidantes and close friends. Their thoughts clashed and together they created a tale of a young prince eloping to the martial arts world, becoming sworn brothers with martial arts disciples, and adventuring through the martial arts world.

That story was 'White Horse Youth Journey.'

As these memories kept coming back, Yuan Ming became increasingly excited.

The feeling was complicated; it was like putting together a broken porcelain vase, as Yuan Ming was piecing together a complete version of himself using the recovered memories.

He didn't even realize that, in the process, his personality was also gradually changing.

When he had calmed down and reached for the incense burner, his movement suddenly paused.

"This possession time... seems to have greatly extended!" Yuan Ming suddenly realized with shock.

This possession allowed him to fully experience the interaction of the young Emperor with his father and even the young eunuch bringing in the treasure box, significantly longer than before.

"Yellow Springs Tree's wood powder can significantly extend the possession time. I must add rare spiritual materials to the incense!" Yuan Ming realized joyfully.

Although far from reaching the level of the original Black Incense and unable to control the actions of the possessed person, such a substantial increase in time was already a great achievement.

This experiment further spurred Yuan Ming's resolve to continue experimenting, prompting him to add all the spiritual materials he had purchased to the incense-making process, beginning a lengthy experiment.

While waiting for the incense burner to recover, Yuan Ming secluded himself in a cave, starting his closed-door cultivation.

In front of him on the incense burner, he lit a stick of Qingxuan incense.

As a wisp of Qingxuan smoke rose and gently curled upward in the room, that sensation of connection with the smoke again emerged in Yuan Ming's mind.

Within a few breaths, Yuan Ming felt a clarity refreshing his lungs and heart, sweeping away all fatigue.

He immediately took out a white porcelain bottle and poured a yellow-hued Nourishing Origin Pill into his mouth.

The pill melted as soon as it touched his mouth, causing Yuan Ming to involuntarily swallow, and he immediately felt a warm current flowing down his throat into his abdomen.

The next instant, the warm current gathered around his Dantian, seeming to nourish it.

Feeling this wonderful sensation, Yuan Ming immediately closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to recite the Nine Elements Technique Cultivation Technique, starting his Circulation cultivation.

As the Mana inside his Dantian stirred, attempting to travel through his meridians, the warm currents around the Dantian began to move as well, dispersing into the meridians.

Yuan Ming felt the Mana coursing through his meridians surging suddenly, and the speed of his Circulation accelerated involuntarily.

Using Qingxuan Incense and Nourishing Origin Pill simultaneously, this dual enhancement doubled the efficiency of his cultivation.

So much so that he was shocked himself.

Yuan Ming quickly adjusted his mindset, seizing this opportunity to focus intensely on cultivation.

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