Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

For the next day and night, Zhang Yan still did not rest; he translated and organized the booklet overnight.

Guan Shihua didn't bother him, but only brought Zhang Yan some food at mealtimes.

Another day passed before Zhang Yan finally came out of the house, his eyes and nose blackened by the oil lamp smoke.

Liao Huzi, who had been away all day, returned home.

Seeing his somewhat forlorn expression, Zhang Yan spoke softly.

"Uncle Liao, that kind of person doesn't deserve your help."

Liao Hu shook his head, not mentioning the matter of cleaning up the house again, and asked instead.

"Have you packed everything up?"

Zhang Yan took out stacks of papers and began to speak.

"They've all been categorized; these are the parts from the Northern Frontier sects."

"Okay, I'll find someone to deliver this to the various sects in a bit, and then this matter will be settled."

Liao Huzi put the papers on the table and then spoke.

“You left in a hurry that day, and you’ve been busy with other things these past few days. There’s something I haven’t been able to tell you yet.”

"Uncle Liao, what's the matter? Please tell me."

"This matter is related to the master you have been searching for. Be prepared."

As he spoke, Liao Huzi also took out a piece of brown paper and placed it on the stack of papers.

"This information came from Jianghu Xiaozhan. It's very similar to the Qi Sensing Method you mentioned. Take a look."

Jianghu Xiaozhan is a place where extraordinary people in China exchange information; this organization is similar to a gossipmonger.

Of course, the higher the status of the person inquiring about something, the more reliable and authentic the information they obtain, and the higher the price will be.

During the time Liao Huzi spent with Zhang Yan, he learned that Zhang Yan had another master.

Zhang Yan also intended to use Liao Huzi's influence to find his master, and he told Liao Huzi about the flawed Qi sensing technique.

Liao Huzi took this to heart, and unexpectedly, he actually found some clues.

Zhang Yan hurriedly opened the parchment and carefully looked at its contents.

The contents on the kraft paper were very detailed, and it basically said...

Several years ago, a theatrical troupe in Northwest China was invited by their employer to perform for a birthday celebration. However, the employer had close ties with the Japanese, who coveted the troupe's skills and wanted to forcibly take them away.

The host family had the same idea, and the two parties hit it off immediately. However, they didn't handle it cleanly, and one of the opera troupe's children escaped.

The various opera troupes were all in cahoots, so they spread the word.

In the world of supernatural beings in the Dragon Kingdom, such acts of murder and robbery are the most hated by the supernatural beings in the Dragon Kingdom, and the methods used by those who have fled abroad are also the envy of others.

A group of eccentric martial artists, each with their own agendas, gathered together and slaughtered the entire family.

A massive battle ensued, resulting in the deaths of many extraordinary individuals.

Later, a strange person obtained the item and returned it to the child, which became a beautiful story.

But that extraordinary person, due to severe injuries, eventually died, leaving behind only a method of circulating qi.

At that time, Zhang Yan was not yet a superhuman, so naturally he could not hear any news about the world of superhumans.

After reading it, Zhang Yan felt extremely anxious and wished he could rush to the southwest immediately. He then spoke to Liao Huzi.

"Uncle Liao, I have to go to the southwest."

Liao Hu nodded, looked at Zhang Yan's face blackened by the oil lamp, and spoke.

"This matter happened several years ago, so there's no rush. You should rest for a few days first."

After hearing this, Zhang Yan calmed down a bit and began to speak.

"Uncle Liao, how about we have a drink today, just the two of us?"

After dealing with the matters concerning the gate, Liao Huzi felt somewhat annoyed. He nodded and spoke to the person outside the door.

"Tiger Girl, go get two dishes. Zhang and I will have a drink."

"Come over in a bit, to see your Brother Zhang off."

……

northwest.

Zhang Yan walked down a street. Not far ahead, the sound of drums was deafening, and the melodious singing was melodious. On both sides of the street, crowds thronged, and all sorts of performances were taking place.

The dragon and lion dances are exquisite, the fire-breathing and jar-throwing performances are thrilling, the face-changing performers are mysterious and unpredictable, and the floating lanterns on the water and the dragon dance on the ground are even more eye-catching.

In this world, most people can't get enough to eat, but that doesn't stop the nouveau riche and tycoons from singing, dancing, and spending money like water.

Such a scene must be a wedding of a young master or a concubine of a warlord.

Among these variety shows, the one with the stage had the largest crowd, with cheers from the audience coming from time to time.

Zhang Yan squeezed through the crowd and, amidst cheers, looked towards the stage.

On the stage, there was only one person. He was dressed in a theatrical costume, his face painted with greasepaint, and he was holding a knife, singing in a low voice, as if he were on his way to a certain place.

Behind him followed a group of armored soldiers. These soldiers were not actually dressed up, but rather wore costumes with the character for "soldier" written on them.

But under that person's operatic singing, they seemed to come alive, standing up and moving on their own, following that person as they walked on the stage.

What's even more peculiar about this performance is that there was no accompaniment. Yet, the melodious sounds of the sheng and xiao, and the resounding clang of gongs and drums, echoed in the air.

The large and small gongs, cymbals, drums, and other musical instruments seemed to be gently plucked by invisible fingers, playing rhythmically on their own.

In Zhang Yan's view, everything was being controlled by the person on the stage using special methods. At the same time, the name of this method appeared in his mind—Witchcraft.

Wunu is a type of shamanism that allows people to communicate directly with the gods through song and dance. They believe that through this mysterious and ancient ritual, they can receive the will and blessings of the gods.

They risked their lives to portray God; they portrayed God until others believed, until they themselves believed, they portrayed God with themselves, they transformed God with themselves.

Moreover, they would use clandestine methods to steal the reverence of the world and transform it into a mysterious power originating from deep faith.

This power was born from the consciousness of legendary figures or gods and was given a lofty title—divinity.

In later generations, Wang Zhenqiu, a notorious figure in the Southwest, and Xia Liuqing of the Quanxing Sect both used this method.

As Zhang Yan was deep in thought, the voice of a young man reached his ears.

"Brother, do you think my master's acting is good?"

Zhang Yan snapped out of his daze, looked in the direction the sound came from, and saw a young man.

He was not tall, wearing a white gown, with smears of makeup still on his face, and he was staring intently at the performers on stage.

Zhang Yan asked, "Are you talking to me?"

The young man turned around, gave a smile, and nodded.

"Yes, I noticed that although you were watching the play, your mind wasn't really on it, so I asked."

Isn't it because they didn't receive any respect from me that they noticed me?

Zhang Yan returned the smile and replied, "I don't understand. I'm just joining in the fun. Are you also part of the opera troupe?"

The young man cupped his hands in greeting and said.

"My name is Xia Liuqing, and I am also a court jester."