The Royal Battle Armor was entirely black, its surface sleek and polished, exuding an aura of cold authority and lethal precision.

  There were no extravagant embellishments, no unnecessary flourishes—just one defining trait: absolute durability. It was designed purely for defense.

  Even better, Han could wear it over his inner armor. Since the two pieces didn’t overlap, they complemented each other perfectly.

  Armor on the outside, reinforced protection on the inside—security at its finest.

  Who could possibly kill me now?

  As expected, with each breakthrough, the quality of the dropped items had significantly improved.

  [Cursed Item: Mud of Misfortune]

  Effect: Shape the mud into the likeness of your intended target, carve their name onto it, and they will be plagued by misfortune for three days. The greater the difference in strength between the user and the target, the weaker the curse’s effect.

  To activate the curse, encircle the name and recite the incantation: "I draw a circle to curse you."

  [Talisman: Cloud-Summoning Rain Charm]

  Effect: When activated, summons rain clouds and sustains rainfall for an hour. Single-use talisman.

  [Rare Item: Azure Sky Essence (One Drop)]

  Effect: Accelerates the growth of medicinal herbs, instantly maturing them by a century. Limited to certain thresholds.

  Han quickly sorted through the latest drops.

  The Rain Charm was simple enough—unlikely to be of much use to him, but still worth keeping.

  The Azure Sky Essence, on the other hand, was truly remarkable. A single drop could cut down a hundred years of waiting time for herbs.

  Too bad he only had one drop. If he could obtain a larger quantity, his cultivation resources would skyrocket.

  And then there was the Mud of Misfortune…

  "I draw a circle to curse you"—what kind of ridiculous incantation was this?

  Still, it was worth testing.

  Han decided to start with Gao Zhenxiong, giving him a three-day trial package. If the results weren’t obvious, he’d extend the curse to his sons.

  Oh, and there was also that person from the Huang family in the county.

  People always said Master Zhou was petty—might as well let him have his revenge.

  [Talisman: Wound-Substitution Charm]

  Effect: Absorbs non-lethal injuries. Can be used three times.

  [Artifact: Incense Amplifying Censer]

  Effect: Enhances the potency of incense burned within it.

  [Rare Item: Ghost’s Elixir of Joy]

  Effect: A single drop fills a soul with happiness and boundless energy for an entire day, making them immune to exhaustion or negative emotions. No side effects.

  Han’s final stamina point yielded three more items.

  The Wound-Substitution Charm—not quite as impressive as a Substitution Death Talisman, but still useful.

  The Incense Amplifying Censer—now that was a treasure. More incense potency meant greater effects. Twice the results with the same amount of offerings.

  Then… the Ghost’s Elixir of Joy.

  Han stared at the strange liquid inside its vial—about thirty drops in total. It was dark, bubbling slightly, and looked… unsettling.

  Hold on.

  He was a transmigrator, after all.

  Could the Immortal Tree be straight-up lying to him?

  Was this so-called "Ghost’s Elixir of Joy" actually known by another, much more infamous name?

  Regardless, its effects were undeniable.

  With it, Han could keep An Lang working tirelessly all day, in a state of perpetual happiness.

  Wouldn’t that turn incense-making into an endless production spree?

  After categorizing and storing all his newfound treasures, Han left the secret realm and immediately let his soul detach from his body.

  Before, Han had to be cautious under the moon’s glow.

  Now?

  Now he swam in it.

  Moonlight wrapped around him like water, and a faint, silvery radiance began to emanate from the edges of his soul.

  "Normally, cultivators who reach the Night Wanderer Realm must refine moon essence over time, slowly transforming their souls before they can move freely beneath the moon without discomfort. It’s a gradual process."

  "But prolonged exposure to moonlight—true unhindered movement—is a hallmark of the mid-stage Night Wanderer Realm."

  "I only just broke through. I’ve barely refined any moon essence at all, yet moonlight doesn’t affect me in the slightest."

  "This means… my refinement process will take significantly longer than others at my level."

  Han contemplated this for a moment.

  The reason for this anomaly?

  It had to be due to the sheer strength of his soul foundation.

  Compared to ordinary cultivators, he could be considered mid-stage Night Wanderer—but technically, he wasn’t.

  The refinement process, the transformation—these couldn’t be skipped.

  In the eyes of others, he might seem like he had reached the next stage, but he knew better.

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  Han turned and summoned An Lang.

  "Young Master, we’re the same now!" An Lang said excitedly, looking at Han, who was also bathed in moonlight.

  Then, he tilted his head in surprise.

  "Wait—Young Master, why do you have a moon on your forehead?"

  Han froze.

  "What?"

  He focused inward, extending his spiritual sense—

  And sure enough, there it was.

  A small, luminous crescent moon had appeared at the center of his soul’s forehead.

  He hadn’t even noticed it.

  Han quickly retraced his memories.

  "When the Moon God sent me back… she touched my forehead."

  That must have been it.

  Han looked up at the sky.

  The full moon hung above, vast and unchanging, casting its eternal glow.

  An Lang followed his gaze.

  "What are you looking at, Young Master?"

  "The goddess on the moon."

  An Lang burst into laughter.

  "Young Master, that’s just a myth! There’s no one on the moon, let alone a goddess!"

  "You wouldn’t understand," Han muttered.

  What did this ghost know?

  The Moon God… The Mountain God…

  Han felt that these two deities were not the same kind.

  The Mountain God had ascended from humanity.

  But the Moon God—she had been born from the moon itself.

  And then there were those who had reached the moon before him…

  Han shook his head. These matters were far beyond his reach.

  If the Moon God hadn’t taken him there, who knew how long it would have been before he even learned about these things?

  Her true reason for bringing him wasn’t just because he had become a Lunar Demon.

  It was because of his soul’s unique traits.

  To the Moon God, a mere Lunar Demon was insignificant.

  Han retrieved the Incense Amplifying Censer and had An Lang light a Lunar Guidance Incense.

  Together, they began their cultivation.

  With An Lang’s Yin Qi Domain, protective incense wasn’t necessary, saving valuable resources.

  But then, something unexpected happened.

  As Han absorbed the moon essence, he suddenly felt the flow of lunar energy multiply—tenfold.

  His eyes snapped open.

  The moonlight around him had grown so dense it was almost blinding.

  But when he extended his spiritual sense beyond his home, he found that the rest of the world’s moonlight remained unchanged.

  It was as if the moon itself was focusing its radiance directly onto him.

  "Young Master, is the Lunar Guidance Incense this powerful?!" An Lang gasped in awe.

  Then, puffing out his chest, he added proudly, "Looks like my incense-making skills have reached divine levels!"

  Han calmly snuffed out the incense.

  The moonlight didn’t change.

  An Lang’s smile vanished.

  And immediately reappeared on Han’s face.

  He finally understood.

  This wasn't just moon essence anymore.

  The Moon God’s mark had changed everything.

  As Han began his cultivation, he barely had to exert any effort—moon essence and spiritual energy flooded into him on their own, as if his soul were their natural home.

  Even Lunar Demons emerged, but instead of attacking or trying to devour his soul, they behaved… strangely.

  Rather than resisting, they willingly sacrificed portions of their bodies—the parts imbued with pure lunar essence—for Han to refine. Then, with what remained of their forms, they simply faded into nothingness.

  Han stared in disbelief.

  Wait… Were these demons seriously offering themselves to him as gifts?

  Then came the Vital Energy Demons, yet the Lunar Demons completely ignored them, refusing to cooperate.

  A single Vital Energy Demon wasn’t much of a threat, and just like that, what should have been a major crisis for a Night Wanderer Realm cultivator was effortlessly neutralized.

  Han touched the moon-shaped mark at the center of his forehead and let out a quiet sigh.

  As expected of the Moon God.

  There was no other possible explanation for what was happening—this strange phenomenon had to be caused by the Moon God's imprint.

  Han hadn’t expected to gain so much just from meeting her once.

  From now on, alongside the Great Qi Dynasty and Heavenly Mother Sect, he was officially a Moon God devotee!

  Was his faith sincere?

  Didn’t matter.

  Faith wasn’t about sincerity—it was about having the right connections.

  As Han felt his soul undergoing an astonishing transformation, his heart filled with delight.

  No Night Wanderer Realm cultivator in history had ever experienced something like this!

  "Young Master… I think I’m absorbing and refining moon essence faster than before," An Lang said uncertainly.

  "You’re benefitting from my presence," Han said smugly. "After all, I’m the Moon God’s chosen representative."

  "Bullshit." An Lang scoffed, refusing to believe him.

  "Keep working hard. The sooner you reach the level where you can withstand sunlight, the sooner I’ll give you something special."

  "What kind of special thing?"

  "Something that’ll make you feel great all day long."

  An Lang could only start learning alchemy and artifact refinement after reaching a level where sunlight no longer harmed her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to control alchemy fire or forging flames.

  Once Han finished refining his soul, he shifted focus to strengthening his physical body.

  And the effects were explosive.

  The Vital Essence and True Qi Giant Fruits certainly lived up to their name.

  At this point, Han’s True Qi surged through his meridians, endlessly circulating.

  With his exceptional talent, relentless cultivation, and a little cheat system assistance, his Qi was now on the verge of filling his entire body.

  At dawn, Han walked to Lu Qingmo’s residence, greeting her with enthusiasm.

  But Lu Qingmo remained indifferent, offering only a slight nod.

  Han didn’t mind—he understood.

  After all, last night’s events had made their relationship… even more complicated.

  Lu Qingmo had always maintained the role of a senior, but now, after what had happened… of course she felt awkward.

  Han, on the other hand, was completely unbothered.

  After all, Mo Yi was stunning, and he had no complaints.

  He hadn’t traveled through time just to become a monk—or worse, a eunuch!

  A fair lady, a gentleman’s pursuit.

  A mature beauty? Even better.

  "Mo Yi, last night after I got home…" Han began, sharing some of his unusual experiences with Lu Qingmo.

  "Your soul has never been normal for a Night Wanderer Realm cultivator," she replied. "That the moonlight can’t harm you is only natural."

  She glanced at the moon mark on his forehead and added, "I noticed that imprint last night."

  She hadn’t mentioned it then because her thoughts had been too chaotic.

  Now, Lu Qingmo fell into deep contemplation.

  "A moon imprint that banishes demons and enhances cultivation… It sounds like a Daoist technique, but something like this shouldn’t appear on you…"

  From Lu Qingmo’s perspective, Han had done nothing special—he had merely broken through a realm, and suddenly, his soul manifested a divine lunar mark with mysterious powers.

  It was impossible not to overthink.

  This brat…

  Could he actually be a reincarnated celestial being?

  Was his past life’s divine knowledge gradually resurfacing?

  If that was the case…

  Then, between the two of them, who was actually older?

  …

  No.

  Lu Qingmo, stop that. What nonsense are you thinking?!

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