Chapter 340: Not Afraid of Bloodlust, Only Afraid of Calm Thinking

"What do you think Feng Daoyou will do with this pool of vow power?"

Watching Feng Xue take over the ritual framework and begin its meticulous arrangement, several cultivators stood aside, whispering among themselves.

The young cultivator thought for a moment, then said uncertainly:

"Expand distribution, produce more Imperial Dew, and give it to more lower-class civilians?"

"I don't think so. Though the lower classes of Japan suffer, truly rebellious souls are few. Common folk are like this—they won't use power unless pushed to the brink. I roughly estimated: around twenty thousand people around Uota City have already gained power, yet fewer than a hundred are still active within Uota City itself. Even if you covered all one million residents, it wouldn't exceed ten thousand. Using it this way would be a waste."

The broker manager assessed the usage from a commercial standpoint, believing Feng Xue wouldn't truly waste it like this.

The steady cultivator observed Feng Xue's altar and found it vaguely familiar; after a moment's thought, he said:

"Feng Daoyou's ritual framework is centralized, not dispersed—it resembles the witch-shaman lineage's techniques. Judging by this, he likely intends to use the Long Wang's vow power to forge a blessing artifact."

"That's not theft… wait, this is abroad!" The young cultivator immediately corrected himself, though inwardly he thought this was exactly the kind of thing Shenxiao Sect would pull off.

But upon closer thought, there was nothing wrong with it.

It's like if you were at home, randomly mobilizing troops to loot property—that'd be treason-level crime. But if you're leading troops overseas in war, grabbing some war spoils as long as it doesn't disrupt the big picture? No one would say a word (our army forbids it, but this era hasn't developed that notion yet).

In fact, once he reached this realization, the young cultivator felt that if he were in Feng Xue's place, he'd be unable to resist either—after all, such a perfect chance to forge weapons at public expense? As long as it doesn't delay the mission, not using it would be stupid!

But to think of using it this way right away…

One can only say: no wonder it's the sect that cultivates the Void God using a single wave of vow power.

Feng Xue paid no mind to the cultivators' thoughts. He pulled out the jade sphere he'd previously shaped during practice using the Jade-Unlocking Method. After so long an accumulation, the sphere had grown nearly fist-sized. Though the jade quality was decent, Feng Xue had no time to polish it, so its hue was mottled and unimpressive—but he didn't care. He treated it merely as a vow power intermediary, connecting it to Gidora on one end and the temple's foundation stone on the other. As the ritual flowed, he channeled vow power to recruit more clinical volunteer subjects, while simultaneously extracting the purest portion and applying the Jade-Unlocking Method to infuse it into the jade sphere.

As Feng Xue refined it and vast amounts of vow power flooded in, the chaotic, paint-splattered hues within the jade sphere gradually corrected themselves. Seeing Mo Ying's artistic skill had improved greatly; though not yet capable of creating masterpieces, he could now assist Feng Xue in design shaping.

The worship of the Four Seas Dragon Kings stretches back millennia. Though in modern times they've garnered little praise, they've still left an imprint in the hearts of common folk.

In a certain sense, gods are no different from celebrities or idols: they fear not infamy, but obscurity. And the Four Seas Dragon Kings perfectly matched Feng Xue's self-developed Five Elements Thunder system.

The Eastern Long Wang embodies Wood as the Azure Dragon; the Southern Long Wang embodies Fire as the Crimson Dragon; the Western Long Wang embodies Metal as the White Dragon; the Northern Long Wang embodies Water as the Black Dragon. Feng Xue placed Gidora at the central Earth position—Earth, which contains and embraces all things, would bear the Fire-Metal Crimson Palace Thunder and the Water-Wood Water Organ Thunder. Earth's weight also perfectly suited Gidora's gravity ray technique, whose name resembled lightning.

Thus, the pattern of red fish with white eyes and black fish with blue eyes formed upon the yellow jade sphere's base, and ever more vow power flowed into it.

Seeing the ritual framework now complete, Feng Xue let it operate autonomously, then pulled out his obsolete prototype of the spell-linking unit and began modifying its structure.

Feng Xue could now refine Five Elements Qi and Five Elements spellpower on his own. The Five Elements jade slots could be reduced to one slot; he could now freely cast basic spells like Lightning Transformation and Illusory Body. The jade talisman slots could be removed, freeing up space for more input control components to ensure precise spellpower manipulation.

Finally, after minor improvements to the small bell's interface carrier, a new model of belt was completed.

The entire process flowed like water, leaving the cultivators stunned. There was no way around it—every detail he used was the most basic, simplest spell concept, yet after a chain of combinations, it became a magical artifact no one could comprehend.

While the cultivators were still analyzing just how far this artifact could go, the broker manager suddenly spoke up:

"Feng Daoyou, we just received word: the Japanese cultivator alliance is approaching—but they don't seem to be retreating from the homeland. Likely hastily redeployed from other cities!"

"Oh, finally here. I was worried they wouldn't come in time—those civilians might've stormed the Tenno Palace!" Feng Xue shrugged, looking unconcerned, but after a moment, added: "I'd better go out. Otherwise, if the Japanese alliance discovers this place, it'll be trouble."

"I'd better go out. If the Dongying Coalition Army discovers this place, it won't be good!"

As their power swelled further, the bloodthirsty civilians gradually grew calm. This calm wasn't spiritual enlightenment—it was more like a "wise man's moment," a desensitization triggered by a sudden hormonal surge.

The immense power Feng Xue granted exceeded the limits of their fragile minds. After rampaging uncontrollably, they now drifted into confusion.

Gazing at Uota City, now nearly a ruin, they first felt fear—but soon, the Tenno Palace, still majestic, untainted by dust amid the devastation, stood out glaringly.

It felt like a toy collection utterly destroyed by a brat, yet one model remained perfectly intact—the visual shock was sharper than a black ink dot on white paper.

That feeling was like a figure-collector's room utterly wrecked by a brat, where only one model remained intact—its jarring presence stabbed the eye even more than an ink blot on white paper.

Why should Tenno be above them?

Why could countless Hua people be slaughtered, yet no one dared touch the Tenno Palace?

As everyone knows, once people enter the "wise man's moment," they can't help but start thinking.

"Take up swords, march to Kyoto, lay bare the truth!"

No one knew who started it, but the slogan spread. In this era, the lower-class poor had little education and extremely low literacy. Yet just as common folk in the Central Plains had heard tales like Water Margin or Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Japanese peasants, with few entertainments, had mostly heard the stories from Japan's Warring States period.

Their culture didn't even allow them to understand what "Take up swords, march to Kyoto, lay bare the truth!" meant.

Yet at this moment, in their minds, the phrase had already transformed into something else—

"Kill all Hua people, hang Tenno!"

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