How to Close Spiritual Vision

Later, Mr. Ye Hai engaged in many businesses, earning more and more money.

He not only used this money as a stepping stone to the upper echelons of the Green Gang but was also extremely generous with his subordinates, willing to spend freely, which made everyone happy to acknowledge him as their big brother.

His underlings grew in number, and relying on those ruthless, thuggish tactics, his territory expanded with every fight.

In just ten years, Mr. Ye Hai transformed from a low-life hoodlum into a respectable gentleman of the Green Gang.

"Thousands upon thousands come to Puxi City, but those who can start from nothing and reach the level of Mr. Ye Hai are few and far between."

"Every single copper in his history of success came from businesses like moving small shipments."

"Xu Yi, do you understand what I mean?"

How could a man like Mr. Ye Hai possibly practice true benevolence and righteousness?

Xu Yi blinked:

"I understand."

Xu Yi took these words to heart, indicating his understanding.

Xu Yi had his own rules.

On the surface, Mr. Ye Hai was a respectable man.

At least when facing Xu Yi, Mr. Ye Hai was indeed a respectable man.

He wanted respectability, so Xu Yi would naturally grant him respectability.

And the day he decided he no longer wanted respectability, Xu Yi would certainly help him find it.

This was Xu Yi's logic.

Xu Yi did not explain this logic to Jing Tao because he personally detested preaching.

Thus, he spoke directly:

"Where is your family's ointment factory?"

Speak less, do more; this was also part of Xu Yi's logic.

The eyes behind Jing Tao's glasses flickered, and she said slowly:

"It is next to the large factory building behind No. 56 in the 38th Shop District, where many factories are gathered.

My family's ointment factory is called Lingtong Hall; it is one hundred meters into the second row of streets from the large factory building, then turn right."

Xu Yi nodded:

"Release me first, and I will hand the ointment factory over to you before tomorrow."

Jing Tao nodded, turned, and left the cellar.

Xu Yi did not know what game she was playing, so he could only wait patiently.

A moment later, the big brother from last night emerged from the darkness of the cellar.

The big brother's complexion was terrible, looking frail and having lost at least two sizes; his semi-transparent, sickly face was deathly pale, making him look more like a ghost than ever.

The big brother walked out of the darkness and came to Xu Yi's side, saying nothing, simply untying him.

Xu Yi was somewhat surprised by the big brother's state:

"Big brother, what's the situation?"

At being addressed this way, the bitterness on the big brother's face deepened, and he hurriedly waved his hands:

"Hey! Little Sir! Please don't call me that! This lowly one cannot bear it!"

The big brother suddenly seemed to hear something; his body trembled, the look of terror on his face intensified, and his hands moved faster, untying Xu Yi in an instant.

The big brother said:

"Peach God said that the Fox Incense is left for you.

Also, as long as you hold your breath for 10 seconds, you can exit the activated state of spirituality."

Having said this, the big brother fled quickly into the darkness.

Xu Yi stood up, picked up the Fox Incense, put it in his pocket, and held his breath.

10, 9, 8...

3, 2, 1...

As he began to breathe again, the black and white colors receded from his vision like a receding tide, and the entire world before Xu Yi's eyes seemed to have its saturation turned up.

The two points of spiritual light vanished from above his head, and the environment inside the cellar returned completely to normal.

Dim daylight shone in from the cellar entrance not far away, making it barely possible to see.

Xu Yi walked to the entrance.

The endless corridor, the countless red lanterns, the walls on both sides of the corridor... all things beyond the mundane had completely vanished. Xu Yi looked outward and could see the grand black-lacquered gate of the mansion at a single glance down the corridor.

He walked toward the gate.

Behind him, in the place only visible when spirituality is activated, the ghost big brother watched his retreating figure with bloodshot eyes.

Jing Tao was observing Xu Yi through the vision of her ghost brother.

At this very moment, standing in a dark corner of the Jing Family main hall, Jing Tao watched from afar as Xu Yi's back disappeared beyond the gates of the Jing residence, her heartbeat quickening slightly.

The ability Xu Yi had just displayed far exceeded her expectations.

She had rarely encountered a mortal with such powerful spirituality.

Spirituality was something one was born with to a certain extent, though it could be improved through acquired training.

Acquired improvement was difficult; it had taken her several years of training before her spiritual intensity was sufficient to support the ignition of her spirituality, transforming it into divinity to become a Night Roaming God.

Yet this Xu Yi, while still in a mortal state, was able to directly activate his spirituality and see the Hundred Night Miasma.

What kind of talent was this?

Beyond her excitement, Jing Tao felt a sense of unease.

Activating spirituality to see the Hundred Night Miasma could, for the time being, be simply attributed to strong spirituality.

But why was he able to directly refine the Hundred Night Miasma into Spirit Remains?

Refining the Hundred Night Miasma into Spirit Remains was something that required specific Night Roaming God inheritances, demanding both time and materials to accomplish.

Could this ability also be innate?

The more Jing Tao thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

After much deliberation, she decided to seek help.

She went to a side room of the main hall, flipped her hand to take out a small red pottery jar, ground a pinch of incense ash, drew a circle on the floor with it, and began to chant.

As the incantation was recited, spirituality was poured into the incense ash circle, activating it.

The ash moved without wind, gathering from the perimeter toward the center of the circle, where it formed the face of a middle-aged man with a long beard, as if brushed by a gentle breeze.

"Master."

Jing Tao told her master about Xu Yi's situation.

Upon hearing this, her master's expression shifted ever so slightly.

The density of the incense ash was too low to fully reflect her master's expression, so Jing Tao could not discern his current mood.

"Tao Tao, where is this person now?"

Her master had saved her from peril and was her benefactor; she had always trusted him unconditionally, so she told him that Xu Yi was heading to the ointment factory, Lingtong Hall.

"I will go take a look at that lad."

With those words, her master cut the connection. The incense ash could no longer maintain his likeness, and the spirituality dissipated into a cold breeze, scattering the image.

Jing Tao had taken leave from school that day. As it was nearing noon, she cooked a meal for her father, instructed her ghost brother to guard the house, and headed to school.

Xu Yi walked along the 38th Shop District, feeling as though everything before his eyes was a vast white expanse, only realizing after coming to his senses that it was nearing noon and the sun had come out.

The bright sun hung high, warming his entire body, and the yin energy he had picked up in the Jing residence early that morning dissipated under the sunlight.

Xu Yi first went to a familiar noodle shop, spent eight copper coins on a bowl of Sichuan-style beef and scallion noodles, added a bottle of orange-flavored Zhengguanghe soda, and finished it with gusto. He tucked the glass bottle into his pocket and stood up, heading toward the middle section of the 38th Shop District.

The waiter saw him pocket the soda bottle but dared not speak, though he was clearly angry.

Everyone feared the thugs and hooligans of the Green Gang, for these people were truly base; eating without paying was standard practice, and owing a tab without settling it was considered having a conscience. If they were displeased, smashing up the shop was a common occurrence.

Compared to such wretched and troublesome matters, merely taking a glass soda bottle was nothing at all.