Chapter 365: Not Afraid of Bloodlust, Only Afraid of Calm Thinking

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

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

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

“Expand distribution, create more Imperial Dew, and give it to more common folk?”

I don’t think so. Though the lower classes in Japan suffer, very few among them truly possess a rebellious spirit. The masses are like this—unless pushed to the brink, even with power, they won’t use it. I roughly estimated: around twenty thousand people around Uta City have already gained power, yet fewer than a hundred are still active within Uta City itself. Even if you counted 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 Dao’s ritual is about concentration, not dispersion—it resembles the techniques of the witch-shaman lineage. Judging by this, he plans to use the Long Wang’s vow power to forge a blessing artifact.

“That’s stealing… no, this is abroad!” The young cultivator immediately corrected himself, though inwardly he thought this was exactly the kind of thing the Shenxiao Sect would pull off.

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

It’s like if you were at home, arbitrarily mobilizing troops to loot property—that’d be treason. But if you’re leading an army overseas in war, taking some spoils along the way, as long as it doesn’t disrupt the bigger picture, no one will 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 a weapon 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 virtual gods using a single wave of vow power.

Feng Xue paid no mind to the cultivators’ thoughts. He pulled out the jade sphere he had previously molded during his carving practice using the Jie Yu method. After so long an accumulation, it had grown nearly fist-sized. Though the jade quality was decent, Feng Xue had no time to polish it, so its hue was muddled, far from premium material—but Feng Xue didn’t care. He treated it merely as a vow power intermediary, connecting it to Gidora on one end and the shrine’s foundation stone on the other. As the ritual flowed, he channeled vow power to recruit more clinical volunteers while simultaneously extracting the purest portion and applying the Jie Yu method to infuse it into the jade sphere.

As Feng Xue refined the flow and vast amounts of vow power surged in, the chaotic, paint-splattered hues within the jade sphere gradually stabilized. Mo Ying’s artistic skill had improved greatly; though he couldn’t yet produce masterpieces destined for posterity, he could at least assist Feng Xue with design shaping.

The worship of the Four Seas Dragon Kings stretches back millennia. Though in modern times, few speak well of them, they had nonetheless left deep impressions in the hearts of the common folk.

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

The Eastern Sea Dragon King embodies Wood as the Azure Dragon; the Southern Sea Dragon King embodies Fire as the Crimson Dragon; the Western Sea Dragon King embodies Metal as the White Dragon; the Northern Sea Dragon King embodies Water as the Black Dragon. Feng Xue placed Gidora at the central Earth position, leveraging Earth’s nature to contain and embrace all things, supporting the Fire-Metal Jianggong Thunder and the Water-Wood Shuizang Thunder. Earth’s weight also perfectly suited Gidora’s gravity ray technique, whose name resembles 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 now fully formed, Feng Xue let it run autonomously and withdrew the obsolete prototype of his spell-linking unit, beginning to modify 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; he could now freely cast basic spells like Lightning Transformation and Body Double. The jade talisman slots could be removed, freeing up more space for input control components to ensure precise spellpower manipulation.

Finally, he re-engineered the small bell’s interface carrier, and 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 miraculous artifact no one could comprehend.

While the cultivators were still analyzing the full potential of Feng Xue’s artifact, the broker manager suddenly spoke up:

Feng Dao, we just received word: the Japanese cultivator alliance is approaching—but they don’t seem to be retreating from their homeland; likely hastily redeployed from other cities!

“Oh, finally here. I was worried they wouldn’t come in time, and those commoners would storm Tian Nao Palace!” Feng Xue shrugged, looking unconcerned—but after a moment, he added:

“I’d better go out. Otherwise, if the Japanese alliance discovers this place, it’ll be trouble.”

…

As their power swelled further, the bloodthirsty commoners gradually grew calm—not through spiritual enlightenment, but like a “wise man moment,” a desensitization triggered by a sudden hormonal surge.

The immense power Feng Xue granted exceeded the limits of their frail minds. After their out-of-control slaughter, they fell into confusion.

Gazing at Uta City, now nearly a ruin, they first felt fear—but soon, the Tian Nao Palace, still majestic and untouched by dust amid the devastation, stood out with jarring clarity.

It felt like a toy collection utterly wrecked by a brat, yet one model remained perfectly intact. The starkness was more piercing than a black ink dot on white paper.

Why?

Why should Tian Nao rise above all?

Why were so many Han people slaughtered, yet no one dared touch Tian Nao Palace?

As is well known, after entering a “wise man moment,” people can’t help but start thinking.

“Take up your blade, march to Kyoto, lay bare the truth!”

No one knew who started it, but the slogan spread. In this age, the lower classes had little education and minimal literacy—but just as common folk in the Central Plains had heard tales like Water Margin or Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Japanese peasants, with few diversions, had all heard the stories from Japan’s Warring States period.

Their culture didn’t even allow them to understand what “Take up your blade, march to Kyoto, lay bare the truth!” meant.

Yet now, in their minds, the phrase had transformed into something else entirely—

“Kill all Han people, hang Tian Nao!”

(End of Chapter)