The Law Must Be Made Manifest

The gap in the box appeared only for a moment before it quickly closed again, and the solemn and majestic aura disappeared. However, the surprise on Qiu Yan's face did not dissipate.

"I never expected that Prime Minister Han would lend me such a valuable item for my study," Qiu Yan said, squinting his eyes in contemplation. Having made his decision, he accepted the box solemnly, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister Han."

Seeing his action, the old servant's eyes revealed appreciation, and he nodded, saying, "I am merely a messenger, but I will convey your words to my master. Farewell."

The old servant handed the box to Qiu Yan, bowed, turned and left, taking one step at a time without any hesitation.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"This person's martial arts cultivation is extraordinary. I have now condensed my Divine Soul, and my Life Cultivation is at the peak of the Second Realm. I may break through to the Third Realm at any time. With the combination of the two, in terms of the sensitivity of perception, I am no less than a cultivator in the Third Realm. Yet, I still cannot fathom the depth of this person's strength. Just now, he lightly flicked his finger, and the force was so subtle that the aura emanating from the vibrating box was able to be detected by me."

Qiu Yan knew that someone who stood guard beside a high-ranking official was no ordinary person. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Then, he solemnly carried the box back into the house.

Seeing Qiu Yan's expression, Hu Qi and Dai Guo were both puzzled. Dai Guo opened his mouth to ask a question, but Hu Qi tugged at his sleeve, preventing him from uttering a sound.

Then, Hu Qi said, "Young Master has just returned and should rest well. We will not disturb you any longer." With that, he led Dai Guo out.

"Hu Qi's eye for opportunity is truly remarkable."

Seeing this, Qiu Yan nodded to himself, placed the box on the table, turned around and walked behind the door, where he picked up the basin of water.

There is water in the basin.

Looking at the clear water in the basin, Qiu Yan took a deep breath. Then his eyes lit up, and the flickering flames were reflected in his pupils.

Heart Fire.

Heart Fire, the Dao Arts arises.

Qiu Yan raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and made a hand seal. The water in the basin immediately rose up and dispersed into mist.

"The By the Waterside Art!"

The whispered five words resonated, shaking the surrounding Spiritual Qi and causing the water in the basin to scatter into mist. This mist spread outwards, filling the entire room in the blink of an eye, permeating every corner, and isolating the room from the outside world.

"The reeds are green and lush, the white dew is like frost. The one I long for is on the other side of the water."

This ancient poem, expressing love and longing, depicts two people separated by water, living in different places. The Daoist Dao Arts of the Upper Spirit Sect takes its name from the last line, precisely because it uses water to isolate the inside from the outside, making it difficult even for feelings of longing to penetrate.

Consuming Heart Fire to perform Dao Arts with the physical body is a manifestation of the initial formation of the Three Souls Unity and the Divine Soul. Before this, although Qiu Yan could perform them with his physical body, he relied on the Incense Faith of his original body. Moreover, due to the limitations of his own realm, he could not fully control them, and there would always be flaws. The loss of control over the hand seals in Star Platform Town was an example. But now that he has condensed his Divine Soul, it is only natural for him to perform them again.

Of course, this statement is not absolute. There are many methods in the Daoist Sect that allow disciples to perform Dao Arts with their physical bodies before condensing their Divine Soul. However, these methods all have some flaws.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yan put down the empty basin, walked back to the table, and was about to open the small box on the table when he suddenly stopped. Then he reached out and grabbed the Ginseng Baby from the corner of the table, placed it next to the box, and then stared intently at the other party's reaction.

After Qiu Yan left, the Ginseng Baby cleverly crawled into the shadows in the corner, making it difficult for anyone to see it. After a while, it fell asleep.

Now, Qiu Yan picked up the Ginseng Baby and placed it next to the box. It trembled slightly at first, then woke up, climbed onto the box, its body twitching as if it were sniffing, and then suddenly jumped away as if it had encountered a venomous snake or scorpion.

"Um?"

Seeing the Ginseng Baby's reaction, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, flicked his finger, smiled slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, sent the Ginseng Baby flying through the air, where it landed on a few books.

Upon touching the books, the Ginseng Baby immediately calmed down. Then, Qiu Yan raised his hand and pointed, releasing a stream of Literary Thought that mobilized the articles in several books, transforming them into bursts of reading sounds that enveloped the Ginseng Baby, forming a protective barrier of Literary Thought.

"It seems that this Legalist School approach is too much for Ginseng Baby to handle."

With a sudden thought, Qiu Yan reached out and finally opened the box.

Instantly, a powerful and solemn aura roared out!

Heavy! So heavy!

As soon as this aura appeared, it filled the entire room, even dispersing much of the water vapor that filled the room, and making the Literary Thought Wenzhang, who was wrapped in the Ginseng Baby, faintly resonate.

"What a powerful artistic conception!"

With a sigh, Qiu Yan waved his hand, and three items immediately appeared on the table: a pen, a Paperweight, and a Jade Basin.

As soon as the three objects appeared, stimulated by that solemn aura, they immediately reacted, each trembling and releasing three completely different auras: one with profound meaning, one with rich and pure meaning, and one with carefree and unrestrained meaning.

Subsequently, the three realms of artistic conception were drawn by Qiu Yan's consciousness and thoughts, rapidly spreading to all parts of the room, contacting, colliding with, and suppressing the heavy and solemn artistic conception, and finally pulling the heavy artistic conception back into the box.

The process may seem long, but it actually takes only a moment.

"These three items are indeed extraordinary. I have already subdued the Literary Ancestor Paperweight, and the Northern Abyss Jade Basin has been soaked and permeated by my thoughts, so I know its nature to some extent. It is normal that it can be used to counteract it. As for the Spring and Autumn Brush, it is full of scholarly aura and resonates with my own knowledge aura because it can resonate and mobilize. These three items are obviously prepared for scholars. I really don't know their origin. Han Wei'er seems to be innocent, but she keeps these things to herself."

As Qiu Yan pondered, he gathered his thoughts, looked into the box, and then reached in to take out a scroll of bamboo slips.

As soon as the bamboo slip was in his hand, it released waves of energy that seeped into Qiu Yan's flesh and blood, quickly spreading to his soul.

Within the Divine Soul, something resonates with it.

With a flick of his finger, Qiu Yan shattered the energy fluctuations on his hand, placed the bamboo slip on the table, and then, with a flick of his wrist, unfolded it, revealing seal characters on it.

These characters were all carved with a carving knife, slender and delicate, with each stroke and line conveying a sense of strength and order.

Call!

The next moment, a surging artistic conception burst forth from the bamboo slip, but instead of spreading, it enveloped Qiu Yan entirely, and the Force of Order trembled in the surrounding air.

Instantly, Qiu Yan felt a sense of order, standardization, and manifestation flowing into his body through his seven orifices and pores, and he recognized the origin of this feeling—

"This bamboo slip is indeed Sage Manuscript! However, it was not written by Confucianism sage, but by Legalist School. It is the handwriting of the Legalist Sage!"

The power of the Sage Manuscript comes from the Force of Order that permeates heaven and earth. It is the result of the blessings of people throughout the ages, leading the great trends of the world. Confucianism is a prominent school of thought, respected and pursued by people for generations. Naturally, it can gather Order and achieve extraordinary power.

While Legalist School may not be as well-known, it is no less impressive. The laws, regulations, and articles of the imperial court were formulated based on Legalist Spirit, and many of the methods used by rulers and officials were derived from Legalist School techniques.

Since ancient times, the Legalists have been outwardly Confucian but inwardly Legalist. The laws and regulations formulated by the Legalist School have bound the world and been obeyed by all people, naturally gathering People's Wishes. Therefore, the manuscripts and handwritings of the great Legalist School of that time have been passed down to this day. They are also the source of a certain Order in the world and have become the Sage Spirit. In terms of power alone, they are no less than those of the Confucianism.

Sensing the aura emanating from the bamboo slips and the trembling of Order around them, Qiu Yan's gaze swept over the rows of characters, and he read them aloud in a low voice—

"Laws are compiled books and records, established by government offices, and disseminated to the people."

"The art of strategy lies hidden within one's heart, used to manipulate various situations and subtly control one's ministers."

Therefore, the Nothing Is Better Than Explicit Law, while the best technique should not be made public.

"Therefore, when an enlightened ruler speaks of the law, even the lowest and most humble within his domain Hear-Knowing, and it is not merely confined to the inner court; but when he employs tactics, even his closest relatives and associates are unaware of them, and their knowledge does not fill the room."

As Qiu Yan read through the text word by word, a strange emotion gradually filled his heart—an understanding of the methods of governance and the art of control.

"The content here is a passage from the Legalist Sage 'Nothing Is Better Than Explicit Law Third Difficulty's' book, which says, 'The law should be written down, placed in government offices, and made public to the people, so that it can be made known even to those of lowly status in the country; but one 'Mind Arts should be kept hidden in one's heart, not even to close relatives. However..."

Sensing the changes in the surrounding Order, Qiu Yan discerned a clue.

"However, in this chapter, only the content of 'Manifest Law' can mobilize Order. The aspect of 'Mind Arts' is unrelated to the Heavenly Order. It can only be considered a kind of understanding of the concept, not the Sage Spirit."

With a calm mind, Qiu Yan pondered the meaning and artistic conception of the few words on the bamboo slip.

"Prime Minister Han must have had a purpose in lending me this item. Since he saw that I had embarked on the path of cultivation, he should have anticipated the usefulness of the Sage Spirit to me. He specially provided this text, part of which became the Order, and the other part was just an insight, perhaps a kind of warning."

Just now, when the old servant opened a crack in the door and released his aura, Qiu Yan had already guessed what was in the box. Now, sensing the unusual nature of the bamboo slips, he had an idea.

"In any case, this Legalist Spirit has been of great help to me. My Daoheart Fist Intent are not merely academic pursuits, but rather aimed at practical application in the world. Legalist School doctrines are an important part of maintaining social Order, and a deeper understanding of them helps me to appreciate Human Path!"

As he pondered, he took a deep breath, his body trembled, and his Divine Soul leaped out, landing on the bamboo slip.

The next moment, the characters on the bamboo slips seemed to come alive, flying out as phantom images that surrounded Qiu Yan's Divine Soul.

Between the lines, a wondrous color unfolds, constructing a world!

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