Everyone knew they weren’t fools; although fighting was satisfying, the consequences were severe. Being driven out of town, where could they find another good place? That would indeed be a dead end.
The high cost of cri, coupled with a myriad of job opportunities, naturally led to a drop in cri rates.
"This is the power of production! With high productivity fulfilling the need for food and clothing, naturally, there is no room for dirty tricks."
The monk was so imrsed that he couldn’t extricate himself, wishing he could recover sooner and throw himself into the vigorous production.
"Master, this ’Purple Qi Eastward thod’, do you see any hidden dangers?"
Qiu Yuan snapped back to reality, realizing it was the "Great Witch" Pan Hao calling him, and hurriedly started reading the pamphlet.
Pan Hao waited patiently. The monk was truly a good person, kind and humble despite his exceptional skills, with no airs at all.
What’s most important was that this guy was extrely enthusiastic about learning—mathematics, chemistry, physics, sociology, he loved them all to bits, wishing he could master everything.
Qiu Yuan possessed a high level of talent for cultivation, one in a billion, but his aptitude for academic studies was just average. Plus, he wasn’t young anymore; a person in his seventies, his mind wasn’t very sharp, struggling with middle school level courses.
After a while, Qiu Yuan nodded and said: "The Purple Qi Eastward thod is indeed the entry-level cultivation thod of the Kunlun Sect, well-balanced and beneficial for strengthening the body and clarifying the senses. Capturing the Purple Energy at sunrise, it harnesses the essence of innate power. The Kunlun Sect has a long and illustrious history, truly living up to its reputation."
"However, there may be one or two flaws with this Visualization thod."
"How so, is the visualized subject an Evil God?"
On Earth, Visualization thods usually revolved around the self, but in the Mountain and Sea Realm, it usually involved "soone else". The identity of this "soone else" was certainly cause for alarm.
Qiu Yuan pondered for a mont and said, "It’s not exactly an Evil God, but the essence of the deity is slightly lacking, which may affect the cultivation."
The front page of the booklet depicted the scene of "Laozi riding west on his ox, with the gatekeeper Yin Xi joyfully spotting the Purple Qi across the pass, as Laozi indeed crosses it on his ox," which was the authentic Visualization thod of "Purple Qi Eastward."
Clearly, the page was hand-drawn.
The skill of the artist would affect the effectiveness of visualization. If the artist was a novice, then the drawn image would naturally carry no effect.
Qiu Yuan sighed: "This ’Laozi Riding West’ painting has the right concept and skilled techniques; it doesn’t seem like the work of an Evil God. But it lacks the essence of the deity and doesn’t carry much of the Taoist fortunes."
"The true Visualization thod is directly instilled into the mind by the Innate Deities. Hence, the original paintings produce the best effect, with no loss of essence."
"But with the passage of ti, the power of the deities fades and is no longer bestowed, leading to many lost originals. Each ti it is passed down by another, whether due to insufficient drawing skills or a lack of understanding by the individual, a part of the essence is lost, and gradually it becos diocre. This is a primary reason for the gradual decline of magic in the Mountain and Sea Realm."
"Despite my Undying Golden Body Technique being well-developed, it still can’t compare to the original painting given by the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva. My artwork is distorted with my own misunderstandings. Restoring the true Visualization thod is extrely difficult."
The monk had been organizing and summarizing what he had learned these days.
The magic of the Jiuhua Mountain Sect relied heavily on faith and belief, demanding high standards of talent and character. It wasn’t that one must believe in Ksitigarbha, but a firm belief was necessary, which alone barred most learners.
But in the small Qingshi Town, there were indeed a few individuals worthy of receiving the transmission of the mantle.
Thus, Qiu Yuan Monk couldn’t help but place greater importance on this remote location.
"The problems you’ve pointed out make so sense." The speaker was number 24 of the Black-clothed Guard; he stroked his chin and pondered deeply.
It was a bit like in fantasy novels where the more one cultivates, the weaker they beco.
But then again, he recently learned of a new feature in the Ga Training Camp: for a fee, one could consult supernatural information. The properties of Strange Objects, combination formulas, or other eccentric information, all were available for inquiry.
The consultant was none other than the sealed "Moon of Illusion"!
Well, regardless of whatever evil the "Moon of Illusion" had done in the past, if it could be exploited properly, even the people of Blue Star wouldn’t object—the Demon God was a product of Idealism’s Rule; since it couldn’t be killed, it was better to make good use of it.
With the help of a Demon God, restoring the original "Visualization" image was also possible.
Of course, this service was quite expensive. If only a few people benefited, the cost would be too high.
Using a slightly inferior version, though, wasn’t necessarily unacceptable.
Just then, Pan Hao, who was standing to the side, said, "Since ’Purple Qi Eastward’ is the orthodox thod of the Taoist, it’s fine. Let’s have him practice it first and see how it goes. If the effect is good, then we can promote it on a large scale."
Didn’t humans co to the Mountain and Sea Realm to clear the land for new cultivation thods?
In the Ga Training Camp, there was a 15-fold speed increase, after all—one year was worth fifteen years to others!
"There’s also another matter; Li Qingshan once encountered a strange creature, can Master discern what exactly it is?"
He took out a piece of white paper, where Comrade Li Qingshan had sketched the creature with charcoal: it had thin black arms like bamboo poles, claws that dangled like strands of hair, a centipede-like arched torso, and a green head the size of a hundred-pound winter lon.
Qiu Yuan Monk’s expression changed subtly, and after a mont of contemplation, he said, "I do not know what this creature is, the number of Evil Gods in the world is unknown. However, judging by its appearance, it doesn’t seem like anything benevolent. As the saying goes, ’appearance stems from the heart’; this thing mostly is an Evil God that feeds on humans, right?"
He had an inkling that if this creature was not dealt with, it would beco a significant threat, but alone, he might not be able to handle such an Evil God.
And it was impossible to force the warriors of Qingshi Town into battle.
In the end, he could only sigh deeply: "Each person has their own destiny; let’s hope that disaster is delayed."
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