"It’s done," thought Qing Yu, as he looked into Chen Qinglin’s eyes brimming with hatred.
"It’s been a long ti since I used the Mind Control Technique. It seems my skills haven’t gotten rusty." Since Qing Yu’s power had increased and the Mind Control Spell had beco more effective, he had almost stopped using the less efficient Mind Control Technique.
But Chen Qinglin was different; Qing Yu couldn’t use the Mind Control Spell on him. Although the Mind Control Spell was convenient, not requiring much guidance, it was easily detected by masters above the Divine Origin Realm.
The Mind Control Technique didn’t have this drawback. To be blunt, although it was called an Evil Magic, it was more appropriately a thod of guiding psychology. The changes in Chen Qinglin were rely prompted by Qing Yu; the true psychological shift was his own.
Pleased with the transformation he had wrought in Chen Qinglin, Qing Yu nodded to himself in satisfaction. Next, let the hatred fernt.
Qing Yu turned and walked out of the prison, instructing, "Notify the others to pack up and prepare to move, abandoning this base. Leak the location of this base to the Zhenwu Sect in secret."
"Dragon Chief, what should we do with Chen Qinglin?"
"Leave Chen Qinglin here without any food," Qing Yu said with a taste for intrigue, glancing at the prison cell.
The hatred Qing Yu had planted in Chen Qinglin was just a seed. The vehent hatred might be forgotten once he cald down. Just as Chen Qinglin was quickly incited to hatred by a few words, he could just as easily discard it.
After all, he was a person of fickle nature, prone to rapid psychological changes.
But if Chen Qinglin were to be left alone in this dark cave for three whole days, the outco might be different. Darkness and solitude were the best thods to drive a person to madness.
And by the ti Zhenwu Sect actually located this base, it would probably be at least four or five days later. By then, Chen Qinglin should be on his last breath from hunger.
Faced with death, the fear in Chen Qinglin would remind him of who had led him to this dire situation. Was it Gong Ziyu? Partly, yes. But Qing Yu also played a part, and by that ti, the seed of hatred Qing Yu had planted today would burst forth, pushing Chen Qinglin’s hatred to the extre.
As for ans of control, Chen Qinglin had delivered himself into Qing Yu’s hands long ago. Nine days ago, under interrogation, he divulged the Four Symbols Ultimate Skills, which provided Qing Yu the perfect ans of control. If he did not want to be purged by Zhenwu Sect, his only choice was to side with Qing Yu.
"Chen Qinglin, I look forward to your performance."
Pleased with his thoughts, Qing Yu walked away from the base with his hands behind his back.
...
Atop Chonghe Peak of Zhenwu Sect.
Clouds swirled on the summit platform where Qingxu sat alone, disheveled, watching the endless changes in the clouds, a scene reminiscent of the Taoist ntal realm.
However, if anyone could have stood beside the platform and looked directly into Qingxu’s eyes, they would see their emptiness, signaling that his mind and spirit were not truly on the picturesque sea of clouds.
Since returning from Xixian City that day, Qingxu had been sitting here daily.
"Qingxu, how long do you plan to sit here?" asked a deep, dignified voice tinged with implicit pain. The speaker approached slowly, standing behind Qingxu in silence.
"In such a state of decay, how can I, your teacher, confidently entrust the Zhenwu Sect to you after a hundred years?"
The self-referenced "your teacher" was, of course, Qingxu’s master, Xuanchen, the current Sect Leader of Zhenwu Sect.
"But it was only one defeat. As long as you live, there’s nothing to despair about. I, your teacher, have dueled Xuanfa several tis, losing more than winning. Yet, what of it? In the end, I erged victorious, and the position of Sect Leader fell into my hands, while Xuanfa is now naught but dry bones in a tomb."
Despite Xuanchen’s earnest teachings, Qingxu continued sitting quietly as if his master’s words were just wind passing by his ears, hardly worth taking to heart.
Seeing Qingxu remain unmoved, Xuanchen felt annoyance rising in his heart. Nevertheless, he cherished his disciple, fresh from a defeat, and despite his irritation, he was unable to bring himself to scold him.
With a cold huff, he turned and strode away.
Unexpectedly, just as Xuanchen turned, a surge of four-colored True Qi arose from Qingxu’s slumped figure, emitting grandeur with sounds of dragon roars and tiger growls, as well as bird chirps and turtle bellows.
"What is this..." Xuanchen spun around abruptly, staring at the transformation before him. "True Qi taking shape, Divine Origin Realm."
Indeed, Qingxu had never before used the mystical cycle of the Four Symbols to bring his True Qi to the point of taking shape, nor had he possessed the ability to simultaneously manifest the form of the Four Symbols. That he could achieve this level now undoubtedly ant he had broken through to the Divine Origin Realm, truly mastering the ability to shape his True Qi.
With True Qi taking the form of the Four Symbols Divine Beasts, circling Qingxu’s figure, his posture was like that of an Immortal God descending, turning his once desolate silhouette into one of towering grandeur.
After so ti, the imposing presence subsided, and the True Qi shapes dispersed. Qingxu stood up and bowed deeply to Xuanchen, saying, "This disciple has caused the master much concern these past days."
Xuanchen looked at his promising disciple, his expression complex. "You know, advancing to Divine Origin now may place you as the foremost among your generation, but it certainly reveals your inferiority to the other three. Going forward, when you confront them, your ntal state may be lacking."
Qingxu raised his head slowly, clarity in his eyes, showing none of the haste of the sudden breakthrough. "Whether I am inferior or not will be determined only after a true comparison. My ntal strength will not falter before an untried comparison, feeling inferior to the rest. Now, I am the first to break through to Divine Origin, and they will have to catch up to first."
"Besides, you also said, master, that the outco of one battle doesn’t compare to the ultimate victory. The Innate Realm is just the second realm for a martial artist; there are still long days ahead, aren’t there?"
Listening to Qingxu’s words, Xuanchen sighed deeply in relief. "I hope you genuinely think that way. The taste of failure may seem insignificant, but only those who have experienced it know its bitterness. You have always had a smooth journey, but facing a great loss, I feared you wouldn’t withstand the pressure. Now it seems you haven’t let down."
"The defeat Gong Ziyu inflicted has beco an opportunity for my transformation. Indeed, I, your disciple, was too arrogant before. Despite being ready, I could not resist the will to win and was unwilling to ascend to Divine Origin in the fourth place. Not until I was gravely wounded and on the brink of death did I have my epiphany. In a way, I should thank him."
As Qingxu said this, a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes. Clearly, this "thanks" would surprise Gong Ziyu.
At the end of April, Qingxu of Zhenwu Sect, after a long period of seclusion, advanced to Divine Origin, becoming the first among the younger generation to achieve this breakthrough, and his reputation soared unrivaled for a ti.
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