Chapter 156: Educating the Realm

Yushan felt his entire body unable to move, as if bound by some sort of rule. What he found most unbearable was that amidst the rolling ghastly resentment, terrifying ghost faces of those who had died miserably frequently appeared.

He could only curse his bad luck inwardly, yet there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, his life was spared; he would wait until he met the High Priest to act according to the circumstances, figure out a way to preserve his life first, and ideally reap some benefits along the way.

After Hongmei gathered Yushan, the Demonic Gourd returned to its original size. Transforming into a wisp of grievance that enveloped the gourd, Hongmei flashed and merged into Ge Qian's sleeve.

Ge Qian packed everything properly, stepped into the air, and descended into a barren, uninhabited valley. With a single thought of his mind, eighty-nine sword qi flashes pierced straight into the stone wall. With a few loud crashes, a temporary immortal cave was carved out.

The sword qi filed back in and returned to Ge Qian's dantian, and he flashed into the cave in a blur.

Sitting cross-legged in meditation, within his sea of consciousness, the primordial chaos beast flickered with lightning, twisting and transforming to manifest the appearance of Ge Qian, who sat cross-legged upon its back. He said to the young woman, "I shall now reshape your primordial spirit, allowing you to seize a body and retake the Great Dao!"

With that, Ge Qian's primordial spirit operated the Tribulation God Art, splitting off individual clone spirits, and then employed the "pulling firewood from beneath the cauldron" technique to strip away all the thoughts and memories of the primordial spirits, leaving behind only an empty shell of a primordial spirit body.

He then released the young woman and said, "Quickly enter within. If too much time passes, it will become difficult to fuse!"

Joy appeared in the young woman's consciousness, and she flashed directly into the primordial spirit. After a violent shudder, peace was restored a moment later.

At this point, the primordial spirit already bore the appearance of the young woman. She bowed to Ge Qian and said, "Thank you, Master, for your cultivation. This servant, Yueying Qianhen, is a clone of Yueying Qianqing. She created me solely to imprison me in the Underworld of Death, replacing her so that she could leave that place forever, while she herself roams freely in the mortal realm. I awakened my own spiritual intelligence and originally intended to heavily injure her, usurping the nest to seize the Death Scythe. However, I underestimated Yueying Qianqing's strength, and had no choice in the end but to execute the 'Dao of Life and Death', being reborn through transmigration to escape with my life. Hiding in the secular world and lingering on in a wretched state, I gradually came to comprehend the true meaning of the secular realm and created the 'Mortal Attachment Dao Art'. I am willing to offer all of this to Master!"

Ge Qian nodded and said, "No need to rush; when I have time, I will naturally come to take it. So that's how it was. Yet you are indeed a rare talent of a kind rarely seen, actually capable of utilizing the power of the lowest strata of the secular world to create such a magnificent and majestic Dao art. I truly admire you! So, where is your true main body located?"

Yueying Qianhen said helplessly, "In the Fushun Kingdom, at Qiyuan Mountain, within the Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Tomb."

Ge Qian furrowed his brow, recalling that the Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Tomb was a world of zombies and malevolent ghosts. There was no vitality there, only boundless dead energy. It was said to have been formed naturally through the vicissitudes of heaven and earth by cultivators who perished in the ancient battlefields of humans and demons, forming a minor realm of its own.

He would sooner or later have to make a trip to the Fushun Kingdom to resolve a certain karmic entanglement, and his Evil Ghost Dao also required him to obtain its origin from the Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Tomb anyway. It wouldn't be much of a detour, just along the way. Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Very well, the Ten-Thousand-Year Ancient Tomb is a place I happen to be heading to as well, which saves quite a bit of travel distance. Just stay by the side of the primordial chaos beast; it will provide appropriate nourishment to your primordial spirit. Once I scout out a suitable physical body, I will arrange for you to seize it."

Yueying Qianhen smiled bitterly and said, "This servant understands. What about the Life-Prolonging Pill?"

"Rest assured, only after you possess a physical body will taking the Life-Prolonging Pill yield twice the result with half the effort, and the effect will be exceptionally superb!" Ge Qian said, and his consciousness withdrew from the sea of consciousness.

Returning to reality, Ge Qian pondered for a moment, took out the "Confucian Classics," and probed his divine sense into it, beginning to practice the Dao arts contained within.

The story this time was about a Confucian sage who traveled the world spreading culture, causing all people under heaven to forget themselves, devoting their hearts entirely to the sage, living for the sage and dying for the sage, with no other thoughts remaining in their hearts, willingly dedicating their lives and souls to him.

The Dao art was named: *Civilizing All Under Heaven*.

As Ge Qian's cultivation progressed and his divine sense grew stronger, the Dao arts he learned also became increasingly uncanny and peerless. This *Civilizing All Under Heaven* was a method to permanently control others from the depths of their souls. For those whose realm was lower than his own, he could forcibly control them; for those whose realm was higher, unless they willingly accepted the civilizing influence, they would suffer a severe backlash.

Even so, Ge Qian was extremely satisfied. What made him somewhat uneasy, however, was that this evil power had actually devoured two of his individual clone spirits.

Yet he also sensed the immense power of the Confucian Classics, which were capable of suppressing all evil existences.

With a flick of his mind now, a scroll appeared in Ge Qian's hand—it was none other than the *Red Dust Picture of Thousand Enchantments and Allure*. At this very moment, the Red Dust Picture had completely lost its temper, having been thoroughly broken in and made completely docile after being tormented by the little tree.

It lay quietly in Ge Qian's hand.

Ge Qian's divine sense probed into the Red Dust Picture. Inside was a hazy, reddish expanse where no distinct entities could be discerned.

Ge Qian pricked his index finger, dripped a drop of his essence blood into the Red Dust Picture, and then cast countless Dharma seals.

The Red Dust Picture floated before Ge Qian, radiating a brilliant red light suffused with an ambiguous aura.

Gradually, Ge Qian felt a faint connection of mutual understanding form between himself and the Red Dust Picture.

Suddenly, Ge Qian pinched hand seals and cast a spell, saying, "Red Dust Picture, you had better obediently submit to my spellcasting, or else I will plant that little tree inside you, suck you dry, and turn you into a useless scrap of a painting!"

Upon hearing the mention of the little tree, the Red Dust Picture instantly turned extremely docile, floating obediently and honestly before Ge Qian.

Seeing that the timing was ripe, Ge Qian pointed a finger and cast *Civilizing All Under Heaven*. A rune of great brightness and supreme wisdom flashed and merged into the Red Dust Picture.

With the Red Dust Picture's willing submission, the scroll immediately became utterly devoted and unswervingly loyal to Ge Qian.

It even began to spin joyfully around Ge Qian.

Ge Qian was thoroughly satisfied; this *Civilizing All Under Heaven* was truly a divine art capable of altering a person's thoughts and philosophy in an instant.

He said to the Red Dust Picture, "You claim to be the Red Dust Picture; are there breaths of the seven emotions and six desires existing within you? Spit them all out for me!"

The Red Dust Picture instantly unfurled, expanding to ten zhang in size, and thirteen wisps of aura shot straight toward Ge Qian.

Ge Qian's heart thudded with intense excitement. What exceptionally pure auras of the seven emotions and six desires! Just what kind of existence was this Red Dust Picture to contain such a vast amount of the aura of the seven emotions and six desires? Sooner or later, he would unravel the mystery within it.

With a wave of his hand, the six desires—sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and thought—and the seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire—totaling thirteen strands of sword qi, met the pure auras of the seven emotions and six desires head-on.

After a day and a night of absorption, the thirteen strands of sword qi had undergone a fundamental transformation in aura, possessing boundless might and reaching a state of saturation, lacking only a single opportunity to advance into the Condensing Dan Stage.

However, Ge Qian was not in a hurry; he needed to properly temper his sword qi until it reached the pinnacle of the seven emotions and six desires, and then break through in one go.

The most urgent task at hand was to return to the Tianxing Sect, uproot the tumor, stabilize the situation, and then infiltrate the Ten-Thousand-Demon Mountain to win the trust of the Demon-Monster King.

Then, according to his own blueprint, he would execute his plans with bold and decisive strokes.

Thinking of this, a violent gale rose from the ground, swirled around Ge Qian, and plunged into the void, vanishing without a trace.