OBS Chapter 18 Essence, Energy, and Spirit
Chapter 18 Essence, Energy, and Spirit
However, the late emperor passed away before completing his great undertaking.
Before Su Changming could even put his idea into practice, he felt his brain spinning again, and he almost fell to the ground again.
He knew this feeling all too well; it was exactly the same feeling as when he was squeezed dry by the Bell brand juicer last time.
However, there is a difference. Last time it was more like a physical deficiency, while this time it is a mental weakness.
But who is Rin?
That's a standard limited edition UR card.
What right do you, a mere Nvidia card, have to try and cause trouble?
Su Changming was unconvinced. He looked up at the twisted and eerie figure, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
"Aren't you going to take it back? Are you waiting to have your soul power drained?" Ling crossed her arms and coldly looked at Su Changming, who was courting death.
Hearing Ling's reprimand, Su Changming dared not delay. He endured his splitting headache and gritted his teeth to sever that mental connection.
"Come...back!"
With a thought.
The distorted gray shadow on the ground instantly transformed into a stream of light and re-entered the golden mark on his chest.
As the soul returned to its rightful place, the excruciating pain, as if the soul had been torn apart, finally subsided slowly.
Su Changming lay sprawled on the sofa, panting heavily.
It took him a good five or six minutes to recover before he felt like he had come back to life.
"This...this is way too exaggerated!"
Su Changming rubbed his throbbing temples and looked at the girl not far away with a wry smile.
"I only controlled it for less than five minutes... how come I feel like I'm half dead?"
He asked, puzzled, "Ling, why is it so tiring for me to control this wandering ghost, but you usually wander around for so long and even fight, and I don't feel this much strain?"
"That's because it's controlled by you, while I'm acting on my own."
Speaking of this, she leaned forward slightly, looking at Su Changming with a playful expression, "Didn't you want to try controlling me before? Want to give it a try?"
"No, no." Su Changming waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum, with a smile on his face that looked more like a grimace.
Are you kidding me?
Controlling an Nvidia card takes half your life, so controlling a UR card? Is that like having a death wish and wanting to be cremated?
Ling gave a soft hum and didn't dwell on that point any longer.
She straightened up, resuming her indifferent demeanor: "Your spirit is too weak."
"God?" Su Changming looked puzzled.
Ling continued, "The path of cultivation, though varied, never deviates from its fundamental principle. Whether it's martial arts, Taoism, or this art of spirit control, the foundation always boils down to three words—"
"Essence, Qi, and Spirit".
She extended her slender, pale finger and touched Su Changming's body in the air:
"Essence is the essence of blood and flesh, the foundation of the body. The tonics, medicinal baths, and standing meditation you've been frantically taking these past few days are all you're replenishing this essence."
"Qi is the flowing energy; the internal strength cultivated by martial artists and the magical power cultivated by Taoist priests both belong to this category."
At this point, her finger finally pointed to Su Changming's brow:
"And God is the strength of the soul and the manifestation of the will."
"Right now, relying on that meager medicinal effect and arduous training, you've barely managed to touch the threshold of the ninth rank of martial arts in terms of essence, but as for spirit..."
Bell shook her head, offering a merciless rebuke:
"Although you are born with a spirit-controlling physique and your soul is a bit stronger than that of ordinary people, that's all. To control the dead for a long time, or even make the dead fight for you, is something that only a spirit-controlling master who has reached the rank of rank can do."
"Right now, you're like a three-year-old child trying to wield a hundred-pound sledgehammer. You're lucky you haven't been crushed to death."
Su Changming was stunned.
Although it was criticized, this theory is easy to understand.
So it turns out I'm a student who excels in one area but not the other; my physical strength is slightly better, but my mental strength is still a novice.
"Then... how can I find out just how strong my god is? And how do I get promoted?" Su Changming humbly asked for guidance.
Ling walked up to him, extended a finger, and gently touched his brow.
"Close your eyes, concentrate, and do not resist my guidance."
"Sink your consciousness into the ancestral aperture between your eyebrows, also known as the upper dantian."
Su Changming closed his eyes as instructed.
As the cool touch between his brows came, his consciousness seemed to be guided by an invisible hand, passing through a chaotic darkness.
Gradually, a glimmer of light appeared in the darkness.
He "saw" it.
Deep within my mind lies a hazy, gray space.
A thin, pitifully thin layer of white mist floated in this space.
The mist was loose and thin, like the faintest morning fog, which could be dispersed by a gust of wind.
"Do you see that?" Bell's voice rang directly in my mind. "That is your god, that is, your soul power."
"Right now, it's just a scattered wisp of mist."
"When will you be able to condense and compress this mist until it produces the first drop of liquid soul power, causing a soul rain to fall in this space...?"
"Only then will you have truly stepped into the ninth rank of the Spirit Control Path—the Contractor."
Su Changming opened his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Atomization of liquid.
It sounded simple, but when he looked at the pitifully thin amount of fog he had just seen, his heart sank.
Based on this amount, it would take forever to compress it into a liquid state.
"Um... Teacher Ling," Su Changming rubbed his hands together, looking at her expectantly, "Since martial arts can be mastered quickly by eating meat and taking medicinal baths, is there any way to rapidly increase one's divine abilities? Like eating some pig brains to replenish them?"
"Pig brain?"
Ling scoffed, looking at him as if he were a pig's brain.
"If eating pig brains were effective, the world would be full of spirit masters by now."
She turned her back, walked to the window, and her voice became cold and eerie:
"The most orthodox way to strengthen one's soul power is through meditation and visualization of totems. It takes years of painstaking practice to even begin to grasp the basics."
"Ten or eight years?!" Su Changming almost jumped up.
If it takes that long, the daylily will be cold.
"What's the rush?"
Ling turned around, a strange, cold smile playing on her lips:
"The orthodox path is slow, but the unorthodox path... is very fast."
"The path of spirit control is inherently a method that walks on the edge of life and death."
"The simplest way to quickly increase soul power..."
The girl spoke softly:
"It's about going to find dead people."
"Dead...dead person?" Su Changming swallowed hard.
"When a person dies, the lights go out, and the soul leaves the body," Ling explained calmly. "At the moment a person dies, a large amount of spiritual power dissipates, which is the gray energy that just entered your body."
"Those are the remaining emotions and fragments of memory of the deceased, and also the purest spiritual nourishment."
"As long as you can withstand the impact of those fragments of memory and not be assimilated into madness by the resentment of the dead, then absorbing the remnants of the recently deceased is the fastest shortcut to strengthening your god."
Su Changming gasped.
This sounds...so much like the training methods of cult villains.
Absorbing souls to strengthen oneself?
"Don't worry, it's just absorbing the scattered spiritual energy, not making you eat ghosts." Ling seemed to see through his concerns and said disdainfully, "Besides, in this chaotic world, the last thing we lack is dead people. Rather than letting that spiritual energy dissipate in the world, it's better to use it for you."
Su Changming fell silent.
Ling is right.
Survival is the only priority. I'm not going to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so I don't seem to have any psychological burden in making use of the discarded resources.
but……
"Go find dead people..." Su Changming frowned. "Dead people from places like mass graves definitely won't work; their spirits have long since dissipated. They must have just died, and they must have died a violent death or have lingering attachments..."
Where can you find such a fresh corpse?
You can't just go and kill someone yourself, can you?
Even if you go to the hospital morgue to watch over the elderly who died of illness, they probably don't have much of a spirit left.
Su Changming tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his mind racing.
Where can we find a large number of fresh corpses?
suddenly.
A flash of inspiration struck me.
Su Changming's tapping fingers suddenly stopped, and he slowly uttered three words.
"Demon Suppression Division".