Technical Flow VS. Metaphysics, Dugu Bo Doubts Life
There was no jade shovel.
There is no profound theory of "Soul Power resonance".
Ah Yin stretched out her fair, jade-like finger and gently poked the golden petal of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
"It glows!"
Her voice was as gentle as the wind.
The proud, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum seemed to respond, swaying gently.
Ah Yin smiled, her eyebrows curving like crescent moons.
Then, she stretched out her finger and poked another Immortal Herb next to her, Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.
"You look beautiful too."
The buds of the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, seemed to blush and closed slightly for a moment.
Dugu Bo: "..."
He stared blankly at the scene.
Watching this chief florist carefully "poke" each and every one of the plants.
Sometimes I talk to them, sometimes I hum unknown tunes to them.
The scene was beautiful, harmonious, and full of life.
But also...
I don't understand it at all!
What exactly is going on here?
Is tapping and saying a word enough to complete the maintenance?
This is even more mysterious and outrageous than Chrysanthemum Douluo's theory of "Soul Power synchronization"!
Dugu Bo finally understood.
I and this group of people are from completely different worlds.
On one side are the "academic" faction, which focuses on technical expertise.
On one side are the incomprehensible "metaphysical school".
And he, Dugu Bo, was the "physical laborer" who carried a large iron shovel and dug holes with great effort.
No!
This can't go on!
He, Dugu Bo, was also personally appointed by his seniors as the "Second-in-Command Gardener"!
How could I possibly be outdone by a Chrysanthemum Guan and a young, blonde girl?
How can you not even understand the chief's working methods?
Roll!
It must be rolled up!
Dugu Bo's eyes narrowed, and he made up his mind.
Without making a sound, he took out a small notebook and a charcoal pencil from his Soul Tool.
This was his treasured notebook, which he used to record various poison recipes.
Now, it has a new mission.
Dugu Bo cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and pretended to be a leader inspecting and supervising the work. He then slowly strolled back behind Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ye Lingling.
He opened the notebook to the first page and wrote down the first learning title for the day in a neat handwriting style that even he found unfamiliar.
[Notes on Two Mainstream Ideas and Practices in the Cultivation of Celestial Products - Dugu Bo's Top Secret Notes]
[Part 1: Tools: The shovel must be made of jade; iron ones are devalued and will affect the mood of the Immortal Herb.]
[Part Two: Technical Aspects (Chrysanthemum, Leaf Flow): Emphasizing "Soul Power Synchronization." (Note: The details of this technique are too complex; asking about it later might get you Byakugan, so proceed with caution.)]
[III. Technique: Facilitate the meridians, adjusting the frequency according to the "personality" of the Immortal Herb. The Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower is as fiery as fire, requiring an "explosive" frequency. (Note: How to "explode"? Does it self-destruct? Uncertain.)]
He frowned as he took notes.
I feel like I'm not learning gardening, but rather deciphering some ancient code.
He felt that the more he took notes, the more confused he became.
Dugu Bo took a deep breath and decided to change his research subject.
He closed his notebook, put his hands behind his back, and strolled over to Ah Yin's place.
Ah Yin was squatting in front of a "Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew" plant.
She stretched out her finger and drew a circle in the air.
Then, a drop of dew rolled off the leaf of the Immortal Herb and fell precisely into the circle she had drawn.
"Good boy/girl."
Ah Yin smiled, her voice so gentle it could melt hearts.
Dugu Bo's eyelids twitched violently.
What kind of supernatural power is this?
He swallowed hard, opened the notebook again, and wrote shakily.
[Part Four: Technical Skills (Chief Ah Yin's Style): Core Principle - Communication.]
[Technique 1: Stinging.]
[Technique Two: Speaking. (Note: The tone must be gentle.)]
[Method 3: Drawing circles. (Note: This seems to be related to a certain field, but I can't understand it!)]
(Note: This method is extremely mysterious, and its success rate is unknown, but the chief has demonstrated its success. It may be related to personal charm and appearance, and further research is needed.)
At this point, Dugu Bo let out a long sigh.
What kind of situation is this?
At the same time, information about the daytime trial of Yu Xiaogang in Spirit City was also relayed back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Or rather, it wasn't intelligence that was sent back.
It's a scandal.
A massive scandal that swept across the entire continent, causing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to lose face.
"Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"
An officer in charge of external intelligence stumbled into the council hall, his face ashen and his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Something terrible has happened in Spirit City!"
Inside the hall, several elders' eyelids twitched simultaneously upon hearing this.
At the head of the table, Yu Yuanzhen held a teacup, slowly blowing away the floating tea leaves without even lifting his eyelids.
He even chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of expected smugness.
"What's the panic?"
"It must be that Bibi Dong couldn't withstand the pressure and released that rebellious son."
"She only dares to pull off some bluffing little tricks; she wouldn't dare even if she had ten times the courage..."
Yu Yuanzhen's words came to an abrupt halt.
Because he saw that the deacon had already knelt down with a "thud," trembling like a leaf, and screamed in an almost sobbing voice:
"They didn't release him, Sect Master!"
"Yu Xiaogang... he was publicly tried by the Spirit Hall!"
"All the Soul Master across the continent are watching from the Spirit Plaza!"
"Bang!"
The teacup slipped from Yu Yuanzhen's hand and shattered on the hard obsidian tabletop.
He suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, astonishment appeared in his deep eyes.
"What did you say?!"
The deacon was so terrified he almost screamed:
"The charge is assassination of the Pope! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Star Luo Empire are all testifying on the spot!"
"He was also publicly exposed for plagiarizing his book, 'The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' from the Spirit Hall!"
"And what's more, it was copied incorrectly! It caused the deaths of many commoner Soul Master!"
"Right now... right now the entire continent is calling our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan liars! Thieves!"
"Yu Xiaogang... he was... drowned... by hundreds of thousands of people throwing rotten vegetable leaves and smelly shoes..."
Every word the deacon spoke was like an invisible hammer blow, striking the top of everyone's head in the council hall.
The hall was deathly silent.
The deacon knelt on the ground, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. Every word he had just shouted was like an invisible slap, striking the face of everyone in the hall.
Sitting at the head of the table, Yu Yuanzhen frozen in his teacup-holding posture.
The composure and self-satisfaction on his face, like an ice sculpture frozen in time, began to show cracks.
He even subconsciously tried to maintain his authority as sect leader, tugging at the corners of his mouth and trying to force a contemptuous smile that said, "It's just a small matter."
But he failed.
The muscles at the corners of his mouth were completely out of his control.
The teacup in Yu Yuanzhen's hand began to creak under the weight.
Fine cracks spread across the entire cup like a spider web from the spot where his fingers touched!
The next second.
"Bang!"
He crushed that fine celadon cup into dust!