Chapter 47: The Supreme Visualization

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“Ningning only told me about this; there won’t be anyone else who knows,” Mu Xingru looked at Qin Yue. “The identity of someone from the Icy Abyss is even more sensitive and feared than any of us from the demonic sects.”

Qin Yue asked in confusion, “Senior Sister, do you know what exactly our ancestors did? What grievance do we have with the Zhaoyang Sect?”

Mu Xingru shook her head. “Your clan has been suppressed there for an unimaginably long time. It’s said to be tied to ancient secrets and untouchable taboos. The truth may have long since been buried, even in the annals of the Zhaoyang Sect. I only heard elders in our sect mention it in passing and can only speculate.”

She paused for a moment. “Your clan may be descendants of divine or demonic bloodlines. The only reason there’s uncertainty is because history is always written by the victors.”

Qin Yue clicked his tongue, recalling history. His beautiful sect leader senior sister was right.

Mu Xingru looked at Qin Yue. “But there’s one thing I can tell you for certain.”

Qin Yue looked up at her.

Mu Xingru spoke gently, “Since the day Heavenly Net Sect was founded, there has been an ancestral teaching: People of the Icy Abyss are our eternal friends.”

Qin Yue glanced at Feng Qianning, who was quietly sipping tea, and finally understood why, when she saw the color of his skin, she not only refrained from killing him but also reminded him that Linhuang grass juice could conceal his complexion. So this was the reason behind it all.

“Ningning told me about your plan to go to Zhaoyang Sect. Personally, I don’t agree—you’re taking too great a risk! Factional struggles there are intense and endless. Besides, there are many Icy Abyss people there. I’m afraid that once you’re there… you won’t be able to hold back.”

Knowing that one’s kind is suffering and dying is one thing; watching it happen before your own eyes is quite another.

It’s like hearing of a tragedy in Sanhe Town, compared to seeing with your own eyes a little girl dying in her mother’s arms—the feelings are worlds apart.

But if he wanted to change the fate of the Icy Abyss people, if he wanted more and better cultivation resources, then this was a step he must take.

Otherwise, as his master said, he could only hide himself well, procreate, and pass on the Icy Abyss bloodline.

At best, he’d be as he was now, cultivating in secret until his strength grew, then quietly seeking trouble with the Zhaoyang Sect.

But what good would it do to chop off a few branches of a towering tree?

Would it change the fact that his fourth sister Qin Xin knelt before someone like Li Ye, a worthless outer disciple of the Zhaoyang Sect, to beg? Would it change the way his clansmen cheered and celebrated just for a bag of salt?

In the end, someone must take up the banner, rally more people, and overturn the established order.

Qin Yue looked at Mu Xingru. “Whether it’s for my fellow clansmen in the Icy Abyss, for myself, or for the Heavenly Net Sect I’ve joined, I have every reason to go. Senior Sister, don’t worry about me. If they were as united as the Heavenly Net Sect, that would actually be worse. The existence of many factions… is a good thing!”

It’s precisely because of so many factions that there’s room for maneuver, a chance to divide and break them from within.

Mu Xingru looked at the young man before her, her emotions stirring. It was as if she saw her younger self—and Ningning was the same.

She would never mock the weak, but she always admired those with ambition.

Without the courage to bleed and sacrifice, there’s no point in talking about revolution.

“In that case, I won’t say more. Just remember, keep yourself safe. The Heavenly Net Sect has struggled against them for countless years. At worst, we’ll lie low and rise again when the time comes!”

Qin Yue nodded, then asked, “Senior Sister, if there are no resource shortages at all, what are the best ways to cultivate quickly?”

“Spirit-gathering arrays!” Mu Xingru replied without hesitation. “But your cultivation method must be of a high enough grade. I have a copy of our sect’s core technique here, and I’ll also give you the sword manual…”

Feng Qianning, sitting to the side, silently handed him a storage pouch.

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Late at night.

Qin Yue was cultivating in the inn.

With the “red envelopes” given by his senior brothers and sisters, the advance payment from selling bamboo slips, and the spoils taken from evil cultivators, his purse was bulging.

He didn’t use the Heavenly Net Core Technique Mu Xingru gave him. The Northern Sea Breath Devouring Art, the Zhaoyang Sect’s signature cultivation method, was already of high grade, enough for his current level. After restoring it, it could even be considered the Northern Sea Breath Devouring Canon, suitable for higher-level cultivation.

Stimulated by the spirit-gathering array, the great fish became exceptionally lively!

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The speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy left Qin Yue stunned; for the first time, he deeply experienced the joy of “wealthy cultivation.”

But this method was not something an ordinary person could withstand—“expensive” didn’t even begin to describe it; it was like burning money.

Before his tribulation, after absorbing the essence of countless spiritual and precious herbs from the Demon Beast Valley, he had already reached the ninth level of Spirit Insight.

After the tribulation, the pill in his dantian hadn’t transformed into human form, but was shrouded in a layer of violet light “stolen” from the heavenly tribulation. As he continued to cultivate, the color deepened.

Theoretically, he was still at the Spirit Insight stage, but definitely not at the ninth level—perhaps the tenth or eleventh.

As a result, his resource consumption was actually at the next major level. Before, when he improved his cultivation by absorbing medicinal essence, he hadn’t felt it much.

Now, using spirit-gathering arrays and spirit stones, the pain was real; describing his current state as pleasurable agony was most fitting.

The spiritual energy within the stones flowed into his body like tiny streams, converging endlessly.

Part of it entered his spiritual world, flowing into the bronze wheel. The murky, dark rat-headed totem was slowly regaining a sheen.

When he focused his mind into the giant rat’s world, he could clearly see strands of energy continually repairing the vast form of the ancient beast.

Qin Yue felt slightly relieved, yet also realized that, for the giant rat, this energy was a mere drop in the ocean.

It was like tossing a needle into a raging sea. Restoring this divine beast would be a long and arduous task.

He would have to find ways to obtain more resources!

Qin Yue calmed his mind, immersed his thoughts in his spiritual world, and began to study and comprehend the inscriptions on the cauldron.

…

The next afternoon.

He and Hu Jiuyan attended a banquet organized by Division Commander Zhan Peng.

Zhan Peng said the Sanhe Town case had shocked the imperial court; all sorts of newspapers had published information about it, causing an uproar throughout the country.

Everyone was demanding that the Theft Bureau capture the culprit quickly.

“The Theft Bureau is under enormous pressure. Some experts have been sent from above to investigate everywhere. Inspector Hu, as the first insider involved, you’ll need to stay and cooperate. Xiao Qin, you don’t need to follow along anymore.”

Qin Yue glanced at Hu Jiuyan. The heroic woman nodded gently. The main reason she brought Qin Yue into the Theft Bureau was to give him an official identity. If he was constantly troubled by such matters, it would not only disrupt his cultivation but also bring unnecessary enemies.

This was a perfect opportunity to withdraw quietly and inconspicuously.

As everyone discussed how to catch the culprit, Qin Yue politely remained silent.

The real culprit had already been burned to ashes by him; there was no way to find them.

From this banquet, he also noticed a few things. Other than Hu Jiuyan, who knew the truth, Zhan Peng seemed to be the only one genuinely interested in solving the case.

After all, it concerned his position—being the Division Commander of the Theft Bureau for an entire prefecture and three counties was an enviable post.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Net Sect members proved reliable!

With covert support from Senior Brother Chen Qianzhang, several evil cultivators causing trouble in the north were soon uncovered in the following days.

Their identities were all unclear, and their cultivation levels not high. The Theft Bureau either captured or executed them on the spot.

Among them, one had methods similar to the true culprit, and the blame for the Sanhe Town massacre was pinned on him.

In Hu Jiuyan’s words: this was best for everyone.

Qin Yue understood as well—merely by their backgrounds, these evil cultivators couldn’t be directly linked to the Zhaoyang Sect.

With the real culprit already punished, this outcome was a satisfactory explanation for both superiors and subordinates.

As these individuals were swiftly apprehended and punished, the atmosphere in the northern lands greatly improved.

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Commander Zhan Peng, the magistrate of Northern City, and the commoners who had lived in constant fear could finally breathe easy.

In the days that followed, Qin Yue not only cultivated the techniques he had mastered but also studied the Heavenly Net Sword Canon. Occasionally, he would flip through various booklets acquired from the old evil cultivator.

All of these had been restored and analyzed in his spiritual world.

Unfortunately, after shielding him from the tribulation, the giant rat had yet to fully recover, so the materials he could analyze were limited.

He certainly had no intention of truly practicing those evil arts, but he believed it necessary to understand them, in case he ever encountered such methods again and found himself helpless.

Every day, he would also sneak to the brothel…

To consult with the Sect Leader and Saintess about various issues.

Hu Jiuyan insisted that the Heavenly Net Sect was not a brothel, but the Sect Leader herself told him that this “Emerald Pavilion” was indeed one of the sect’s businesses.

As the largest den of luxury in the Northern City, it was not just a brothel, but also housed a massive, fair casino.

Its customers were the richest magnates from various nations, princes and nobles, as well as cultivators from all walks of life.

Not only could one amass wealth and exchange it for cultivation resources here, but in such a place teeming with all sorts of people, information flowed most freely!

The Emerald Pavilion had played a vital role in the Heavenly Net Sect’s struggle with the Zhaoyang Sect and other sects over the years.

But the front and back of the Emerald Pavilion were two entirely different worlds.

The front bustled with revelry and extravagance; the rear, however, was tranquil and secluded, like a paradise apart from the world.

Here, one could recuperate and study without the slightest disturbance.

Occasionally, when he ran into Senior Brother Chen Qianzhang, “Little Senior Brother” Wei Jie, or Uncle Shi Chi Mingxu, Qin Yue would seize the opportunity to pester them.

Now, he was like a giant sponge, eagerly absorbing every bit of knowledge. His fellow disciples spared no effort, treating him like the sect’s cherished junior, guiding him with utmost care.

From experience in the martial world, strategies for confronting enemies, clever tricks, the properties and uses of all sorts of weaponry, to the characteristics of various sects’ techniques at the “Art” level—they taught him everything they knew.

During this process, Qin Yue finally understood that the way he’d been cultivating was the dream of every cultivator!

In cultivation, direct visualization is best; spiritual comprehension, or “insight,” is second; instruction from a great teacher is beneficial; reading and copying texts is the least effective.

Almost all top prodigies relied on powerful insight along with guidance from masters to advance rapidly.

Visualization is an experience reserved for those at the Dao level!

To “see” directly in the spiritual world, engraving it as a spiritual imprint—for those at the Art level, this was nothing short of cheating.

Were it not for this, no matter how sharp his insight, Qin Yue could never have progressed so quickly, especially without a master’s guidance.

Listening to his seniors, including the Sect Leader, all sigh that if only one could visualize at the Art level, their entire cultivation journey would be transformed.

Qin Yue expressed his envy as well.

One day, after seeking advice on some cultivation problems, Mu Xingru suddenly warned him.

“Be careful when you return later. Many important people visited the front today.”

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