Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Ren Wuji held his heart in one hand and his liver in the other: "Um... Fourth Young Master, was I not clear enough just now? The crematorium is haunted and very dangerous at night."

"The Night Patrol Bureau hasn't sent anyone to handle this yet. Why don't you wait a while before coming back?"

Zhou Qingfeng sipped the lychee black tea, and without making a sound, he summoned the scarlet divination stick from the depths of his consciousness. He silently uttered a "shake the divination stick," and a divination stick flew out of the scarlet divination stick, swaying slightly.

[Auspicious fortune: Practicing the Instant Death Demon Eye Technique at the crematorium; good fortune.]

The divination indicated good fortune, so Zhou Qingfeng had nothing to worry about. Even if there was real danger, Jin Wei and the thirty-six secret guards were not useless. A mere disaster-level vengeful ghost would be courting death if it dared to show itself.

Jin Wei scanned the surroundings but found no ghostly aura: "Master Ren, just do what the young master tells you to do. You don't need to worry about safety. It's just a calamity-level vengeful ghost. With me protecting the young master, what's there to be afraid of?"

Ren Wuji pursed his lips: "Alright, Fourth Young Master, come with me."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly: "Thank you for your understanding, Manager Ren."

Logically speaking, Zhou Qingfeng was neither Ren Wuji's direct superior nor the chief of the Night Patrol Division, so he could not command Ren Wuji to do anything. Even if Ren Wuji was unwilling to compromise, it would be reasonable and in accordance with the law.

However, Zhou Qingfeng has three identities: first, he is the deputy governor of the Sword Tower; second, he is the fourth young master of the First Family; and third, he is a member of the Council. Any one of these identities carries great power and influence, and cannot be offended by a mere head of the Corpse Burning Bureau.

Ren Wuji didn't actually want Zhou Qingfeng to go to the crematorium.

Since Zhou Qingfeng is here, things will be fine as long as nothing unexpected happens, but if something unexpected happens, Ren Wuji will have to take responsibility.

Unfortunately, Ren Wuji had no choice; he had to take responsibility and invite this 'big Buddha' into the temple.

Otherwise, one day he might be fired for stepping into the crematorium with his left foot first.

Therefore, dealing with living people is the most annoying thing.

Under Ren Wuji's arrangement, a clean room was prepared.

Ren Wuji clasped his hands in a salute, took out the life-saving manual and placed it on the table: "Fourth Young Master, this is the life-saving manual that I wrote myself after working in the crematorium for many years. I hope that you will read it carefully and strictly abide by it."

"This is not to make things difficult for the Fourth Young Master, but to avoid getting into trouble by breaking a taboo."

"It should be known that crematoriums are places where the dead gather, and over time, many vengeful ghosts lurk there."

"However, these vengeful spirits are usually hidden and cannot be completely eliminated."

"Danger will only strike suddenly when certain taboos are violated."

"The calamity-level vengeful spirit that killed the previous leader usually hides in the crematorium. Unfortunately, the previous leader somehow provoked that calamity-level vengeful spirit, which led to his tragic death."

Zhou Qingfeng picked up the life-saving rules and glanced at them: "Master Ren is overthinking it. I am only here to cultivate my magic. I will not wander around here. Once I finish cultivating, I will leave immediately and will not cause you any trouble."

"Very well, I won't disturb you any longer." Ren Wuji clasped his hands in farewell and took his leave, closing the door behind him.

Zhou Qingfeng took a sip of lychee black tea: "Jin Wei, I need fresh, unrotten dead chicken eyes. Have someone go to the vegetable market in the city to buy them. You don't need to go. I need to practice my magic. You stay outside and protect me."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei clasped his hands in a fist and said, "How many dead chicken eyes does the young master need?"

Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a moment: "I'll take as many as you have. Also, I need a magical artifact to collect death energy."

Jin Wei immediately obeyed the order and went out into the courtyard, whistling.

A bodyguard instantly appeared from underground, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect and awaiting orders.

"You take some men..." Jin Wei whispered a few words in the ear of the guard.

The secret guards immediately led half of their forces into the city to collect the eyes of dead chickens.

In just half a day, a steady stream of dead chicken eyes were delivered to Zhou Qingfeng in storage bags, and he had already purchased a high-grade disaster-level magic weapon from the first weapon-refining workshop at cost price.

Jin Wei presented a scarlet jade bead, saying, "Young Master, this is a top-grade Disaster-level magic artifact, the Death Pearl. Its market price is 18,000 coins, but since you need it, the craftsmanship workshop only charged you the cost price of 5,400 coins."

"The Death Pearl slowly absorbs and stores the surrounding death energy. In addition, it can be used to raise ghosts. Moreover, when suddenly attacked, it can instantly create a defensive shield condensed from death energy with just a thought."

Zhou Qingfeng took the Pearl of Departure and hummed in agreement: "Multi-purpose, not bad."

The market price is 18,000 coins. Is that a small amount? No, it's not a small amount.

In Sword Tower City, a cultivator who suffers from calamity only earns about six thousand magic coins a month.

To save up 18,000 yuan, you must have no expenses and save for three months.

Anyone with parents, a wife, and children might not be able to afford a high-grade, disaster-level magic weapon even if they saved for a year.

Even ordinary magic artifacts of the Disaster level are priced between six thousand and eight thousand coins.

"Young Master, I will guard the door from outside. You can cultivate in peace." Jin Wei clasped his hands in farewell and closed the door.

Zhou Qingfeng walked to the bed, took out a futon from the disaster-level storage bag given to him by Jin Wei, placed it down, sat cross-legged on the futon, and prepared to begin cultivating the Instant Death Demon Eye Technique.

The disaster-grade storage bag has a much larger capacity than the turbid-grade storage bag. The previous second-hand turbid-grade storage bag was only the size of a household safe, while the new storage bag can hold the space of a shipping container.

The space is many times larger, but the price is also many times higher.

A brand-new Disaster-level storage bag starts at 300,000 coins, while a second-hand one is much cheaper. Therefore, most Disaster-level cultivators who are short of money will buy second-hand goods, and it is not unacceptable for them to have been passed around four or five times.

Several days passed, and Zhou Qingfeng devoted himself to cultivating his skills without ever leaving his room.

Jin Wei delivered Zhou Qingfeng's meals to his door every day, making it impossible for outsiders to get close to him.

There was one attack by a vengeful ghost during that time, but it was discovered and killed by the thirty-six hidden guards in the crematorium before it could get within a hundred meters of Zhou Qingfeng.

On this day, Zhou Qingfeng finally mastered the Instant Death Demon Eye Technique.

The eyes of 660,000 dead chickens were melted together to form a pair of eyes of the Death Demon.

He then concealed these Death Demon Eyes within his own eyes.

Because the Eye of Death is very small, it can be hidden in one's own pupil, making it difficult for others to detect anything unusual. It also increases the concealment and suddenness of the spell.

Moreover, the Death Pearl was also bound to the wrist with a red rope so that there would be enough death energy to use when casting spells. Death energy is not like anger. Anger can be generated on its own, but death energy is very difficult to generate on its own.

Unless you kill yourself and turn yourself into a zombie, you won't lack death energy.

Zhou Qingfeng held a hand seal, a crimson light flashing in his pupils. All the magic power in his body was drawn into the Eye of Death, and then the world before him changed.

A 360-degree view unfolds before your eyes, with no blind spots.

He got off the bed and opened the door himself.

Jin Wei, holding the sword, turned around immediately upon hearing the commotion, bowed, and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Congratulations, young master, on mastering the technique."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Jin Wei quietly: "Yes, thank you for your hard work."

White and black lines appeared on Jin Wei's body, but the scarlet lines that represent death did not appear.

Since Jin Wei has already reached the Fiend Realm, with the Four Fiends in his destiny and no death line around him, it's normal that he can't be seen.

Jin Wei grinned: "I am willing to protect the young master."

Zhou Qingfeng released the hand seals used in the spell and smiled slightly: "Now that this matter is settled, let's go."