2024-02-05 15:18:50Cultivating in the Dao of mental energy to form illusions is the same as cultivating battle Qi Energy. Our mental energy must be strong and we must always practice to become stronger, even to create illusions and other actions. There are several ranks in mental energy called master symbols, namely:
Seal Master , The Earth Master Symbol, The Master Symbol of Heaven consists of Heaven, The Master Symbol of Immortality, The Divine Master Symbol,"
Yi Zan explained, "Just by achieving Seal 1 Symbol Master, one has been able to cultivate illusions and manipulate circumstances, so that in dangerous situations, one can evade as long as the enemy one is facing does not have a higher cultivation level."
"That's why a symbol master is so respected," Yi Zan added.
"You still remember what I said, that only 1 in 100,000 people have the ability to cultivate mental energy. Even if one has mental energy, without the guidance of a master as a teacher, that ability is useless. Even if the person insists on using his mental energy, he may go crazy if he misuses his ability," Yi Zan explained.
"In that case, let's train your ability to create illusions."
Yi Zan then seriously recited the theory on how to utilise mental abilities and influence people to create illusions. Thanks to the intelligence provided by the lightning incident Yuan Fen experienced, she quickly understood how to create illusions.
After about an incense of time passed, Yi Zan asked Yuan Fen to try putting into practice the theory he had heard and understood.
"Try, big brother, manipulate that rabbit over there," Yi Zan said, quickly making the rabbit motionless and bringing it in front of Yuan Fen.
"Now, big brother worker, try to create an illusion on this guinea pig. Look into its eyes and use your mental energy. If the rabbit won't look into your eyes, use the mental energy in your voice and manipulate the rabbit," Yi Zan instructed.
After waiting for a while, Yuan Fen managed to manipulate the rabbit's mind. The rabbit suddenly behaved like a dog, chasing small birds while barking incessantly.
"Hahaha!" Yi Zan laughed out loud at the rabbit's dog-like behaviour.
"Go back...!!!" Yuan Fen's voice snapped, ordering the rabbit to return to normal. Upon waking up from the illusion, the rabbit looked dazed. Terrified, it ran into the bushes and disappeared.
Yuan Fen was astonished at her ability to cultivate mental energy. While he was still transfixed by this new ability, Yi Zan added, "Even a symbol master, during battle, can create an illusion as if his opponent feels and sees himself drowning in a sea of waves. If unable to withstand the illusion, the opponent can actually die with a condition like drowning in the ocean."
Yuan Fen increasingly realised that abilities in both the Dao of the sword and the mental Dao were extremely dangerous if managed well and perfectly. The experience of seeing the Elves in the night rain battle made him even more eager to improve his cultivation. The mental energy training taught by Yi Zan opened up new insights for him.
He realised that he was still far from having enough ability when compared to the stories he heard from Yi Zan.
"Alright, big brother Yuan Fen, at this time, I will return to the green peak. Please practice mental energy by completing the 5 types of talismans I mentioned earlier," Yi Zan reminded Yuan Fen.
"We will try selling these talismans at the Cloud Sword Sect weekend next week. Can't wait to taste the cuisine in Morning Star City," Yi Zan said as he ran away and winked.
Although his shadow was gone, his small and crisp voice could be heard, "And don't forget to practice cultivation until you reach the 5th mortal realm. The Snow Lotus Pure Heart sword technique and the Ocean Splitting Palm punch also need to be practised. Don't let the next time we meet, my sword skills are more advanced than yours!" Yi Zan could be heard laughing from a distance.
Yuan Fen only smiled at Yi Zan's message. Wasn't the Snow Lotus Pure Heart sword technique already well mastered by him? Whereas the Ocean Splitting Palm punch? Hmm, he had already mastered that punch. So, the most important thing now was to keep cultivating breathing and training mental energy to make 5 kinds of talismans.
Yuan Fen entered his hut and started cultivating to improve his blood circulation and mental energy cultivation. The night passed, but he remained focused on cultivation. With a calm mind, he felt as if it was comparable to how he felt while sleeping. However, unbeknownst to him, all cultivators were always doing closed cultivation, so sleep time was replaced with breathing cultivation.
The day passed, time passed quickly, and the atmosphere in the entire Cloud Sword Sect was overjoyed that morning. All the disciples and elders of the sect looked full of vigour. This was because today was a weekend or holiday day for them, and the main destination was Morning Star City. It might only be a middle-class city in the Great Ying Imperial Region, but its beauty captivated the hearts of disciples who only cultivated or performed missions on a daily basis.
Everyone needed entertainment, and the joyful shouts of disciples filled the air as an expression of excitement. The Cloud Sword Sect was about 100 km away from Morning Star City, and the journey that usually took time with running knowledge only took 15 minutes if using a magical beast called Deer Beast.
The sect provided dozens of Deer Beasts that could accommodate 50 students on a single trip to Morning Star City. However, this trip is not free, it costs 2 contribution points for one way, so the round trip costs 4 contribution points. While this cost is considerable for students, the excitement and fun that Morning Star City brings makes it worth it. There, they can sell items or herbs they get during missions and also collect contribution points through sect tasks.
Meanwhile, some rich family students were seen riding personal magical beasts as their vehicles.
Dozens of magical beasts, both transport types and war horses capable of running for hours at high speeds, were on display to showcase each person's prestige. The Cloud Sword Sect's residential courtyard was extremely crowded and boisterous.
In the crowd, Yuan Fen patiently stood waiting for the arrival of Yi Zan, a little girl. Suddenly, a beautiful magical beast in the form of a winged horse landed on the field near where Yuan Fen was standing.
"Brother worker, let's go..." Yi Zan shouted from the winged horse.
Yuan Fen was amazed to see Yi Zan's elegant and graceful appearance on the winged horse. He could not hide his astonishment. Who is this girl really? All the techniques she possessed were so classy, even her means of transport was of a high class.
Many eyes were fixed on Yuan Fen, a working disciple with a simple appearance, as he stepped onto the winged horse on which sat the beautiful little girl in the robe of a Cloud Sword Sect student.
"What are you doing? And where did you get such a beautiful and expensive magical beast?" Yuan Fen whispered as he mounted the winged horse.
"Didn't I once say that Green Peak Master is my grandfather?" Yi Zan looked astonished at Yuan Fen.
Yuan Fen gasped. He did not expect that he had been getting along so well with someone who had great connections with the higher-ups in the Cloud Sword Sect. Would this be the turning point for Yuan Fen's triumph?
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