Chapter 161: Harvesting All Eight Emotions Energy
The next morning.
Han Yu stood before the misty lake on the eastern edge of the sect grounds, donning a long robe two sizes too big and a fake silver beard he’d "borrowed" from the props room of the sect’s theatrical troupe that didn’t see much use. His straw hat was now adorned with a single phoenix feather he had maybe plucked from a sect Elder’s pet.
Though calling it a phoenix feather was a bit of an overestimation as the bird merely had one tenth of a drop of a phoenix’s blood in it.
It was debatable how accurate the reading was as that low of a concentration was hard to even check. Still, it didn’t stop the elder from calling his bird phoenix dearly.
That’s right... He simply named it Phoenix.
And with it, Han Yu looked absolutely ridiculous.
"Perfect," he whispered.
He’d chosen this spot carefully. The eastern lake was remote, rarely visited except by early-morning cultivators who sought quiet and inspiration. All it would take was one... maybe two impressionable disciples to "witness" his sage-like presence, and word would spread like wildfire.
A few herbs placed nearby were already arranged to glow subtly under the morning mist—an effect created with one of the leftover pills Li Mei had given him. They didn’t do much healing, but by crushing them under the moonlight and sprinkling them around, they gave off a faint golden glow that shimmered across the lake’s surface.
Han Yu positioned himself in a classic "mysterious master" pose: one leg crossed over the other, fingers locked in an elegant mudra, eyes closed.
Then he waited.