Chapter 334: Gathering thoughts as medicine! Qiu family

Late night.

A bright moon reflected on the vast Zhuhu, wind rising and waves surging, shaking the boats by the shore.

On the embankment, the drawing grandpa set up a lamp. He leaned on the chair, his eyes half-closed, only a slit left, seemingly still waiting for business.

At his age, meeting a customer every two or three days was enough to make a living.

In the distance, occasionally couples took advantage of the night to sneak into the small woods nearby.

Zhuhu Hotel, Zhang Fan's room happened to be able to see the entire lake view. They had been dusty all the way, so they simply stayed here.

This place was only three or five kilometers away from the center of Qin Gu Town.

Now what he had to do was to wait for work at his leisure, waiting for Given Chen Long and the masters of the Dao Alliance to arrive.

The things Given Chen Long wanted must be the things of the Zhang family.

Since it was the Zhang family's things, it was also Zhang Fan's things.

Boom...

At this time, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the sofa, his soul left his body, entrenched three feet above his head, black and white Qi flowing around his body, like the mysterious light of the sun, like the long night, intertwined and surging, turning into a scene, almost covering the entire room.

Hum...

At the same time, a strange fluctuation radiated from Zhang Fan's soul toward the surroundings, like chaotic blackness invading, and in an instant, it shrouded the entire hotel.

"Hmm!?"

Almost at the same moment, Li Miaoyin in her room suddenly frowned, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

At her level, not to mention not having a single thought, she could maintain extreme emptiness and stillness at all times, the soul returning to its origin, suppressing the consciousness.

However, in that split second, her consciousness was restless, like a nameless fire rising, and all kinds of thoughts were born, making her soul produce some disharmony.

Ordinary people might not be able to detect it. After all, their souls are always in a state of sleep, and thoughts are born every second. Even in dreams, there are hundreds of thoughts rising and falling in one breath.

Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, coming at midnight, leaving at dawn, coming like a spring dream for how long, leaving like morning clouds with nowhere to find.

This is the mystery of thoughts, coming and going without a trace.

But such a feeling, for a powerful cultivator like her, was like thunder on flat ground, shaking the valley.

Hum...

One thought rose, ten thousand thoughts flew, and those untraceable thoughts moved like chaotic currents, actually detaching from Li Miaoyin and gathering in the same direction.

"The most ferocious thing in the world, the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!?"

Li Miaoyin's expression was solemn, subconsciously looking up at the door, her gaze seeming to pass through this door, seeing Zhang Fan's room opposite.

Thoughts are the first calamity of cultivation. Ordinary people have restless consciousness because of this, their souls sleep, and from then on, they fall deep into the red dust, having no fate with the immortal path.

Although she had long heard of the terror of the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, she hadn't expected this method to be so fierce. Wherever it passed, all cultivators would be affected, delusional thoughts flying like a dance of demons, like a hundred calamities, like rolling black night, like the surprise of the abyss.

That moment of disharmony completely broke the balance between the soul and the consciousness.

You must know, all potential differences have "energy" ups and downs, which Daoists call Qi.

The manifestation of the Dao in the material world is the interaction of Yin and Yang of Qi, the transformation between balance and imbalance.

The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons is the method of stealing Yin and Yang, the art of reversing creation, plundering great calamities to become great medicine, reversing the most ferocious to become the supreme life.

"He mastered this method, becoming more and more terrifying." Li Miaoyin's expression was solemn, revealing a look of worry.

Gathering thoughts as medicine, how dangerous is it?

If a person is a lamp, thoughts are the black smoke rising from the burning lamp.

Collecting and supplementing thoughts is extracting energy from that black smoke, condensing the essence, taking the brilliance of the bright lamp, and illuminating the immeasurable body.

At this moment, everyone in the hotel seemed to be under the shroud of that strange fluctuation.

Thoughts rise like a wild tide, calamities follow like cloud waves.

"Zhang Fan..."

In the dim room, Ge Shuangxiu slowly opened his eyes. He woke up from the state of meditation and cultivation, his expression solemn, looking toward the door.

His soul was incomparably powerful, even more powerful than Ge Zhenyan, Ge Changfeng, and Qiu Wanmian of that day.

Therefore, at this moment, he vaguely felt that in this hotel, there was a strange aura, constantly absorbing the thoughts radiating from the surroundings, like holding firewood into a fire, rolling and burning, gradually becoming a monstrous trend.

Ge Shuangxiu's eyes narrowed into a line, vaguely seeing the entire hotel as if placed in thick smoke, chaotic and black, invisible and inaudible.

It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, this hotel had become a dead zone for cultivation. Below the High Merit level, whoever dared to step into it, crossing the thunder pool by half a step, would immediately enter the realm of the great night without light, the soul retreating, difficult to return.

"Deserving of being one of the nine great inner pill methods, no wonder it is called the most ferocious in the world," Ge Shuangxiu murmured softly, having a new understanding of this legendary inner pill method.

It was not only dangerous for the practitioner, but once this method was practiced, the place where it stood would immediately become a dead zone, and ordinary Dao practitioners would see it as a great calamity.

At this moment, Ge Shuangxiu finally understood a little why Zi Shu wanted to cooperate with Zhang Fan.

Mastering the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, such an achievement made it impossible to ignore. Moreover, Zhang Fan was already so terrifying now, let alone Zhang Lingzong who had crossed five calamities!?

Boom...

In Zhang Fan's room, the black and white Qi around his soul was boiling, the place where he stood like a furnace, constantly refining the thoughts from all directions.

Those wisps of thoughts, like rolling black smoke, merged into the furnace, and in an instant, became streaks of heavenly light, nourishing and strengthening Zhang Fan's soul.

The seven-fold soul light shook incessantly, absorbing nutrients like an infant, strengthening every minute and every second.

Ordinary Dao practitioners reach extreme emptiness and stillness of body and mind, not a single thought arising, the consciousness like falling into sleep, at which time the soul would awaken and regain control of the body.

However, at this time, Zhang Fan operated the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons. His consciousness didn't seem to fall into sleep, but was banished to the void, no longer having self-consciousness.

It was as if this inner pill method was operating naturally, not by human effort, naturally fitting the Dao of Heaven, non-action giving birth to wonderful existence.

Boom...

Zhang Fan's soul became more and more terrifying. The strange fluctuation spread again, breaking through the scope of the hotel and radiating further away.

The lake water rippled, the night wind was quiet, blowing the sails by the lake.

Under the faint moonlight, Zhang Fan's soul seemed to merge into the vast black night, omnipresent, everywhere.

"No matter how brilliant the brilliance of the soul is, it seems as small as a firefly in front of the great power of heaven and earth."

Zhang Fan's soul floated on Zhuhu, a bright moon reflecting a virtual image, which was so complementary, but it made him feel emotional.

Hum...

Suddenly, a wisp of breeze brushed past, unexpectedly stirring the void Nascent Soul and inciting ripples layer upon layer.

Zhang Fan's heart moved, he looked up and saw a figure standing on the vast lake surface, stepping on the waves.

Where that person stood, the moonlight behind him was crushed, ten thousand waves stopped at this time, the heaven and earth were quiet, the universe was vast, as if only this figure remained.

Zhang Fan looked at the surroundings in a daze, as if stepping into another void.

"It's you!?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and shouted in loss.

He had had such a feeling before.

Initially, in Suzhou City, someone also used supreme means to drag him into the inner scene of the soul, transmitting the method from afar, letting him realize the Fire Dragon Pill Sword.

That person's aura was exactly the same as the scene before him, equally powerful, equally mysterious, equally indescribable.

"Millennium old demon!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed into a line. His soul leaped up and flew toward that figure.

Boom...

His soul released immeasurable brilliance, the Fire Dragon Pill Sword rushing into the sky.

The soul casting the method was more mysterious than reality. That fire dragon spanned the lake surface, reaching a hundred meters, the atmosphere magnificent, shocking the world, and rushed toward that mysterious figure.

Hum...

That fire dragon hadn't touched the mysterious phantom yet, only ten meters away, it twisted violently, as if crushed by an invisible strange force, and dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

The scattered firelight fell on the lake surface, reflecting Zhang Fan's solemn expression.

He looked at that mysterious figure, standing alone on the tide, as if merging with the vast Jiang Hu under his feet.

That unfathomable.

That vast and boundless.

The two were only a hundred meters apart, but it was like being separated by the ends of the earth, a distance that seemed difficult to smooth out in a lifetime.

Hu...

Suddenly, that figure seemed to exhale a breath, and the next moment, he dissipated into nothingness like light and shadow before Zhang Fan's eyes.

Hum...

The surrounding space rippled, like a tide returning, pulling Zhang Fan's soul back to reality.

"He is not nearby!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow. This feeling was completely different from the last time. Instead, it was like the scene of Zhang Lingzong's youth imprint he encountered at Liaoya Mountain in Huizhou Province.

In other words, this was an imprint fragment left by the resonance of the soul and space-time.

"Millennium old demon... he has been here!?"

Zhang Fan thought deeply. That most mysterious existence he had ever seen, hidden in the fog, like Jiang Lai, had also been to Qin Gu Town.

Hu...

The wind blew the lake surface, the night was vast, and the crushed moon shadow gathered again.

"I still need to be stronger."

Zhang Fan murmured softly. His soul leaped up, flew to Zhuhu Hotel, and returned to his body.

I don't know how long passed, the night was deep.

Not far away, the small woods had no figures, and the drawing grandpa on the embankment finally started to pack up the stall. At this point, let alone people, there wouldn't even be a ghost.

Boom...

Just then, a car drove from the night and parked by the embankment.

Immediately after, two figures walked out of the car, and they were none other than Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian.

"The unusual fluctuation just now seems to have disappeared here," Qiu Wanmian said solemnly.

"Seems like there is nothing," Ge Changfeng raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but say.

"Could it be that the perception was wrong?"

"Absolutely not. My brother practiced the Innate Skill, and his soul is extraordinary. How could it be wrong?"

Qiu Wanmian whispered solemnly, a trace of awe in her eyes, subconsciously looking into the car.

Under the faint moonlight, a young man walked out, his sword eyebrows entering his temples, his star eyes galloping, wearing plain clothes, looking like a vast expanse of white under the flowing moon.

Qiu Buyi!

When Ge Changfeng saw this person, he subconsciously took three steps back, giving way.

"The river waves are surging, fleeting, unfortunately, it can no longer be captured," Qiu Buyi said regretfully.

"Perhaps it was someone from the Wu Wei Gate just now. It seems the information obtained by the Dao Alliance is true. Will Given Chen Long appear?" Qiu Buyi murmured softly.

He was a master of the Qiu family and also had a position in the Dao Alliance, so he came to Qin Gu Town as an advance force. In a few days, even Yuan Yuan Tian Du, the deputy master of Bai He Guan, would arrive in person.

"Brother, if that was someone from the Wu Wei Gate just now, it must be a master," Qiu Wanmian said solemnly.

"Whether it is a master, we will know after trying. If Given Chen Long really comes, this person will definitely show up. Perhaps the descendant of the Three Corpses you mentioned will also appear," Qiu Buyi said flatly.

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian looked at each other; that was their true goal.

"Brother, what was the unusual fluctuation just now?" Qiu Wanmian couldn't help but ask.

Although she also noticed it, the distance was too far, and she only had a vague impression.

"Soul!" Qiu Buyi said flatly.

"Soul!?" Qiu Wanmian was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but say: "Doesn't look like a soul."

"Xiao Wan, everyone's soul is different," Qiu Buyi said flatly.

"For example, if the soul is a kind of wave, then everyone's frequency and band are different. If the frequency is high to the extreme, not only will it show abnormalities, but some you can't even perceive."

As soon as these words were spoken, strange expressions appeared on the faces of Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian. Such remarks made them feel refreshed.

"By the same analogy, thoughts can also be viewed as a kind of wave, but its frequency is very low and the band is extremely mixed, which is why it has a great impact on the soul."

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian listened quietly. They had to say that Qiu Buyi's understanding of cultivation completely surpassed them.

"However..."

Just then, Qiu Buyi changed the subject.

"There is a kind of cultivation method in this world that can absorb waves of different frequencies to strengthen oneself."

"Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!" Qiu Wanmian blurted out.

"That's right. People who practice the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons have souls like high-power receivers, so they can receive waves of all frequencies."

"That is gathering thoughts as medicine."

"No wonder the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons is so terrifying," Qiu Wanmian realized.

"There is nothing terrifying. Our Qiu family's Innate Skill is their nemesis, which can make this high-power receiver a piece of trash," Qiu Buyi's mouth curled slightly, revealing a confident and calm smile.

Among the disciples of this generation of the Qiu family, he was the one who had mastered the Innate Skill. Just this one item was enough to roam the world.

"Young man, do you want to draw a picture?"

Just then, a hoarse inquiry came from not far away.

Qiu Buyi looked down and saw the drawing old man waving at him.

"Where did this madman come from? Drawing god pictures in the middle of the night?" Ge Changfeng spat.

"Let's go."

Qiu Buyi withdrew his gaze, naturally not taking it to heart, and turned to get into the car.

Boom...

The roar of the engine sounded violently, and the car sped away, disappearing on the long embankment.

"No business today," the drawing old man packed up the stall disappointedly.

"Old Zhang, come over for a drink."

Just then, a greeting came from a fishing boat not far away.

"Coming!!!"

The drawing old man grinned and replied.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 335 =====