Upon seeing this hint, Wen Yan’s expression changed slightly.

Not an illusion? A real person?

Wen Yan simply didn’t believe there was any power that could send him back several decades.

With a turn of thought, he came up with a new guess.

Whether it’s a real person or not, at least to him, this feels real.

It also means that whether injured or dead here, it would be real to him.

So whether this person in front of him is really Wang Jianjun’s grandfather doesn’t matter, the result is the same.

Decades ago, at the very beginning of Spiritual Qi Resurgence, estimated to be just a few years in, this person had already turned into a priest, a great priest.

Wen Yan doesn’t quite understand what this great priest represents in the Witch Priest hierarchy, whether it’s one level higher than ordinary Witch Priests, or several levels higher.

But he roughly understands that this person’s talent and corresponding affinity are astonishingly high.

It’s the kind of innate Witch Priest sacred body level, where lying down can boost cultivation.

Wen Yan even suspects that this person was already a priest before Spiritual Qi Resurgence.

After all, the power and knowledge of witches are inherited through bloodlines; the power is in their blood.

It’s not only witches who use blood as blue; many things in Taoist dharma allow this.

Wen Yan learned this from books, where some Finger Prints, Seal Techniques, and the like specifically remind practitioners to only practice Finger Prints alone and not to combine Curse Scriptures and Precious Decrees.

If disciples without imparted teaching use certain things recklessly without an open forum, they’ll use blood as blue.

This thing is indeed dangerous; it wasn’t deleted purely because in urgent moments, when one’s life is at stake, one can’t worry about losing blood or shortening lifespan.

Wen Yan’s thoughts spun quickly, swiftly checking the remaining hints.

"Once enlightened at Mount Laojun, awakened, participated in revolutions, walked the secret line.

Learned the oldest medicine, formulated poisons, fought poison with poison, saved countless people.

In the first year of Spiritual Qi Resurgence, turned into a great priest.

One of the earliest determiners of Spiritual Qi Resurgence.

Finally found one of the origin places of Witch Priests, guarded it, and never left again.

Friendly reminder: you who rashly visit, better first think about how to clear your suspicion of being an Extraterrestrial Demon."

"Temporary Ability.

1: Borrowed Vision.

2: Qi Conquering Talisman.

3: Heavenly Gang Origin Steps.

4: Overflowing."

Wen Yan quickly tried the four Temporary Abilities.

Borrowed Vision: When the other party agrees, you can briefly borrow the other party’s vision (Note: When borrowed, the other party will be blind).

Qi Conquering Talisman: One of the non-combat True Talismans, one target of Qi Conquering Sect’s Mandate Bestower, following the rules, bestower can live without illness or disaster, die naturally (from Mount Laojun).

Heavenly Gang Origin Steps: One of the steps in magical battles, skilled at dodging and transferring.

Overflowing: Transform the Yang Energy, vitality, Heart Fire, and other powers on your body into a unique flame that continually rushes in all directions (requires Scorching Sun above 50%, requires Xin Dao, requires Heart Fire).

Upon seeing these Temporary Abilities and the friendly reminder, Wen Yan’s heart tightened sharply.

Goodness, four Temporary Abilities, three turned out to be defensive...

He switched to Borrowed Vision, knowing this temporary ability meant borrowing someone’s vision, and besides Tong Si, he had no reason to borrow from anyone else.

After switching, he touched the Jade Pendant, preparing to speak to Tong Si.

The old man in the courtyard furrowed his brow, sizing up Wen Yan with a slightly dazed expression.

The sky hadn’t fully brightened yet; in this era, villages didn’t have streetlights; in fact, villages might not have electricity.

The old man propped a foot against the door, preventing it from opening fully, while he touched a machete at the doorfront.

As the dim light of dawn revealed Wen Yan’s attire, which was out of place for this era, the old man grasped the machete, touched a small thorn behind the door with one hand, squeezed some blood out single-handedly, and painted a rune behind the door.

The other foot behind the door wasn’t idle; the toe twitched and swiftly drew a symbol on the ground, then stomped heavily on it.

Simultaneously, both hands and feet performed tasks, completing everything while Wen Yan was distracted.

If Wen Yan were a villain daring to charge in, he’d get a machete swipe as soon as he’s stopped.

If Wen Yan weren’t human, that would make things even worse for him.

Without saying a word, Wen Yan sensed something was off, and he promptly switched to Qi Conquering Talisman, clenched his left hand and revealed his hand’s back, showing a simple talisman.

"Uncle, don’t be nervous."

Seeing the True Talisman, the old man furrowed his brow, glanced at Wen Yan’s age, and smiled.

"Ah, so you’re an esteemed disciple from Mount Laojun, forgive my disrespect."

He stepped back, slightly opened the wooden door, and as Wen Yan stepped forward, just as his foot crossed the threshold, a cold light flashed, and the old man wielded a black machete, striking down.

Such fierce aura felt like a Ferocious Beast awakening, suddenly lunging with all force.

A normal person, overwhelmed by such ferocity, would instantly trigger a bloodline fear; only one moment of paralysis, and the outcome would unfold.