Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Liao Huzi was completely dumbfounded by Zhang Yan's outrageous actions and the reactions of the other immortals, while Guan Shihua was even more stunned.

Zhang Yan turned his head and immediately saw the immortals on Guan Shihua's body. He cupped his hands in greeting to the immortals.

Guan Shihua sensed unusual activity from the spirits within her acupoints, but knowing this wasn't a greeting, she became even more bewildered.

Zhang Yan saw the immortals without using any special methods? What exactly did he get from the immortals just now?

Seeing their expressions, Zhang Yan smiled awkwardly and spoke.

"My method of comprehending the Dharma is somewhat special, and the immortals don't seem to like it very much, but they have still taught me a few techniques?"

After saying that, Zhang Yan's eyes transformed into beastly pupils. He stretched out his hand and gently clenched his fist, revealing a dense array of sharp spikes on the back of his hand.

The tip of the thorn was a deep blue color, clearly indicating that it was highly poisonous.

This is not an ordinary Qi spike made of Qi, but a method used by the Shaman family after invoking the gods.

Guan Shihua exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this method that was so familiar to her.

"Brother Zhang, how do you know the Bai family's techniques? You..."

Guan Shihua was at a loss for words when Liao Huzi spoke up.

"Zhang Yan, tell me the truth. You don't have any spirits attached to you, so how did you do it?"

Guan Shihua, momentarily speechless, immediately nodded; that was exactly what she had wanted to ask.

"When the spirit entered my acupoints, it instilled a lot of information about the shamanic tradition into me. At the time, I couldn't accept it all at once, and my head felt like it was going to explode."

"It took me a while to realize that my comprehension was not good enough to digest so much information, and I couldn't force it."

"After obtaining several methods by chance, I discovered that these methods could only be used after invoking the gods."

"In other words, those who use spirit mediumship borrow the power of the immortals. We, on the other hand, are only responsible for using our life force to support the immortals."

"At that time, I thought, if I don't need to trouble the spirits to possess me, could I learn those methods myself and succeed?"

"So I observed how the immortals in the acupoints circulated their qi, and how they cultivated together with the disciples who had become spirit mediums."

At this point, the Qi in Zhang Yan's hand changed shape again, turning into a jet-black claw with a faint, cold light emanating from it.

"I didn't expect to actually gain anything, but immortals are immortals and extraordinary people are extraordinary people, there is still a big difference, and what I gained was not much."

Just then, a huge rat cautiously peeked out from the corner of the wall.

It ran up to Zhang Yan, saw the dark claws, stood up, bowed to Zhang Yan, and then turned back.

Liao Huzi: "..."

Guan Shihua: "..."

Listen, listen, is this human language?

You don't have enough understanding. If you don't have enough understanding, how can we live?

Furthermore, we intend for you to become a spirit medium, a disciple of the spirits, and cultivate together with them.

You, on the other hand, learned the methods of the immortals and almost became one yourself.

Zhang Yan was still immersed in the various techniques and did not notice the two people's reactions at all. His palm changed again, and he continued to speak.

"Unfortunately, all of you immortals spent too little time in my acupoints and only saw some superficial things."

"Should I pray for another chance at immortality?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in. This wind was strange; it didn't come from the outside, but from the inside out.

The three of them changed their expressions simultaneously. Along with the wind came a word from the immortal, which they heard clearly.

"Kid, stop showing off here. If you dare to ask for immortality again, believe me, all five of us will beat you up together. Get lost!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's face turned green, and he hurriedly spoke up.

"I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore, all you immortals, from now on, as long as I am in the Northern Frontier, I will offer you incense every day."

After saying that, he dashed out of the room, leaving Liao Huzi and the other man bewildered in the wind.

Liao Huzi was the first to react and followed Zhang Yan out the door, calling out.

"Zhang boy, wait a minute, I have something to talk to you about."

But once they stepped outside, Zhang Yan was nowhere to be seen.

Guan Shihua ran out a moment later, looked at the empty courtyard, and asked.

"Where did Brother Zhang go? Did he get scared away by the spirits?"

Liao Hu shook his head and said to Guan Shihua, "Let's ignore him for now. Let's go back and offer incense to the immortals to calm them down."

When the two saw Zhang Yan again, it was already dinner time the next day. A pure white cat had also returned with him.

"Feed the cat, it's hungry and wants some dried fish."

Zhang Yan said something to Guan Shihua, then fell silent, burying his head in his food like a starving ghost.

Guan Shihua saw the white cat and liked it very much, so she ran to get some dried fish for it.

When the white cat saw the dried fish, it ate like a starving ghost, ignoring Guan Shihua's attempts to pet it.

Seeing that Zhang Yan had finished two bowls of rice before looking up, Liao Huzi asked.

"Where did you go for the past day and night? And what's the deal with this cat?"

Zhang Yan slowed down his eating pace, swallowed a mouthful of rice, and spoke.

“This is Mrs. Sato’s cat. It has been near the Sato’s house for the past day and night.”

As he spoke, he took out a booklet and began to talk.

"Uncle Liao, you and Tiger Girl should write down the things in the booklet first. It doesn't matter if you don't understand them, just try to memorize them."

"Just memorize the last third of the content; I've already memorized the first third."

"I was just too hungry, otherwise I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble."

He pointed to the white cat that was still eating and then said.

"Time is running out. Sato will be back in his study in an hour. I need to get him to return the things later; I can't let him get in trouble."

Upon hearing this, Liao Hu Zi was shocked. This Zhang Yan had even learned the methods of controlling animals by immortals. No, he only had this one method. It was impossible for him to have obtained this booklet.

Actually, there was another point he hadn't considered: Zhang Yan wasn't familiar with the Sato family and wouldn't have been able to obtain this item.

For a long time, he had been loitering around the Sato family's house, and he already had this idea in mind. Now, with the help of the immortals, it was just easier for him to get it.

Liao Huzi composed himself and looked at the booklet with Guan Shihua. When they saw its contents, their expressions became serious.

This booklet records the extraordinary methods of Chinese people and was submitted to the Sato family by various small Japanese families.

The report was very detailed, recording the location where the method was obtained, the sect to which it belonged, and the category.

What angered Liao Huzi even more was that some of the methods he used were also clearly written on it.

After Zhang Yan finished eating, Liao Huzi and the other man had almost finished looking through the booklet. He glanced at the white cat and then handed the booklet back to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan, carrying the booklet and hugging the white cat, hurriedly went out the door again.

Zhang Yan didn't return from outside until Liao Huzi and the other man had copied down what they had written down.

As soon as Zhang Yan entered, he saw Liao Huzi's gloomy face and asked a question.

"Uncle Liao, what's wrong?"

Liao Huzi pointed to a line of words and said, "Tell me what this sentence means."

Although he didn't recognize Japanese characters, he did recognize the names of the Chinese people written in them.

Zhang Yan translated that sentence, which was nothing more than what means were used and from whom it was obtained.

Liao Huzi picked up his pipe and pointed to the man's name.

“This person is a disciple of a shaman, and he’s doing quite well.”

"Looks like I need to clean house."