The Mind-Built Tower Takes Shape

This person speaks in a condescending tone, giving the impression of issuing orders.

"Brother Sun, these people claim to have been led by the Literary Path Creation, and the one who opened up this place is none other than Brother Qiu," Zhan Zhen immediately explained upon seeing the situation. "Brother Qiu was careless earlier..."

"A person Literary Path Creation would be tainted by Doubt Frost?" The elegantly dressed young man was taken aback. He carefully examined Qiu Yan and noticed that the other man's eyes were bright, his expression was normal, and there was not a trace of mental confusion.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and he gently shook his head, giving off a silent sense of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jing smiled without saying a word, Daoist Lu remained expressionless, while Tao Ying revealed anger and opened her mouth to speak.

The elegantly dressed young man shook his head and then said, "I know what this Young Master Qiu is up to, but..."

Just then, Qiu Yan suddenly spoke up, "I have no intention of playing hard Doubt Frost get. The reason I was suspected was to explore the mystery behind it. But since I've encountered this situation and am being questioned and used as a warning, I may have to show some skills to avoid unnecessary trouble."

After speaking, he glanced at the richly dressed young man, then flicked his sleeve, and the layer of frost on his body fell away, scattering instead of falling to the ground. Instead, it rose upwards, drawn by Qiu Yan's will, and gathered in his hand!

At the same time, the body formed from the Divine Soul subtly shrank inward, emitting strange and elusive thoughts, as if it were a starving person craving flesh and blood!

However, those around him seemed oblivious to this thought, which caused Daoist Lu's expression to change drastically.

"Qiu Yan's change seems to be..."

Drifting and swaying, ice crystals enter the mist.

The light shone down, refracting through the icy mist and bursting into a rainbow of colors, which gathered in Qiu Yan's hand, tumbling, changing, and constantly shifting.

Zhan Household with the sudden change, both the three Zhan brothers and the elegantly dressed young man showed surprise.

Not far away, the group emerging from the pavilion hesitated upon noticing the frost on Qiu Yan's body. But when they saw the frost turn into mist upon contact with his hand, they were all horrified.

They had witnessed the contest between Mr. Bei Bai Zhaoyuan Bai Zhaoyuan, and their discussions and insights had broadened their horizons. The Doubt Frost that most people would avoid at all costs posed no threat to them. But such people were few and far between; to see even one or two was considered rare. And yet, just a few days later, another one had appeared!

With swirling icy mist and dazzling light and shadow in his hands, Qiu Yan's gaze then fell upon the elegantly dressed young man. "You are worried about the spread of the Doubt Frost, but I am confident that it will not affect others. Is that acceptable?"

"This..." The elegantly dressed young man hesitated, his expression shifting between uncertainty and uncertainty.

This man's name was Sun Yong, and he was from the Sun Household of Jiangnan.

Historically, the Sun Household had also ruled over a region. They established their own kingdoms and, after several ups and downs, their glory remained undiminished in this generation. Sun Yong, as a member of the Sun Household, was well-informed from a young age and had studied the art of power. This time, Soul Entry into the Scholar Forest scholars with the intention of making a name for himself. After joining forces with Mr. Bei, he used various means to cultivate his own power.

Today, he took the initiative to step forward, seemingly to drive Qiu Yan away, but in reality, he was using a combination of kindness and coercion to first warn a few people, strip them of their arrogance, and then incorporate them into his pawns.

Upon hearing that Qiu Yan was a figure Literary Path Creation, Sun Yong noticed that although Qiu Yan was tainted by Doubt Frost, his eyes were clear and he was not misled by the Doubt Frost. He thought that the other party wanted to use the Mind Arts of feigning indifference to win him over, so he was prepared to explain his reasoning and expose the matter. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan revealed such a trick!

The wisps of icy mist flickered and changed, causing those around to change color and completely destroying the atmosphere that Sun Yong had created. If he continued to pester them at this point, he would be being ungrateful, not only damaging his own prestige but also facing reprimands from Mr. Bei when he returned.

Having thought this through, Sun Yong made his decision. He paused to ponder for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Since Young Master Qiu can control the Doubt Frost, it proves that his Literary Heart is considerable. Whether he has opened up a new path or not, we will have to wait for Mr. Bei to return to find out. But as long as it does not affect others, I, Sun, have no reason to drive him away."

Qiu Yan nodded, narrowed his eyes, and looked Sun Yong up and down. "Young Master Sun, your Literary Thought are rich, but perhaps too mixed. You'd better be careful not to be dragged down by external things."

Sun Yong looked surprised, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Just as he was about to ask a question, Zhan Zhen stepped forward and led Qiu Yan and the others toward the pavilion. People along the way made way for them.

"This attic was actually conceived out of thin air?"

Looking at the furnishings in the room, Tao Ying's face was full of surprise. He paced back and forth, turning over the tables and chairs, touching and smelling them, his surprise and doubt growing stronger. "This doesn't seem like an illusion at all. Both the feel and the smell are real."

Sitting in the chair, Chen Jing laughed, "Brother Tao, stop touching it. All feelings originate from the heart. If you believe it's real, then even a fake feels real. Conversely, if you believe it's fake, it's useless no matter how real it is."

Daoist Lu also said, "This is true. We are all souls now. A soul is a combination of perception, memory, and emotion. As long as the soul feels reality, then even if it is illusory, it is no different from something real."

"What you're saying is too fantastical, but I can roughly understand it," Tao Ying shook her head, put a cup back on the table, listened to the sound, and then came back and sat down in the chair. "However, Zhan Zhen's claim that these pavilions were built by Mr. Bei all by himself, based on his own thoughts and ideas, and that the entire construction took only a moment, seems a bit exaggerated."

Just now, Zhan Zhen led his group into the building, showed them to a side room, and let them rest. Before leaving, Tao Ying casually asked about the origin of the pavilion, and received an unexpected answer—

According to Zhan Zhen, this building was actually conceived out of thin air by that Mr. Bei!

The several pavilions, along with the tables, chairs, benches, and even the patterns on the latticed windows, all originated from the vision of one person.

What you desire, you will manifest.

Such things only ever appeared in supernatural tales, but since Tao Ying had come to Scholar Forest and witnessed all sorts of strange occurrences, he dared not easily deny it. That's why he went back and forth to investigate, which led to Chen Jing and Daoist Lu's conversation.

"It's not entirely unbelievable," Daoist Lu said calmly. "It's said that the Fourth Realm Nature Cultivation, the Spiritual Radiant Light Realm, allows one to control the interplay of reality and illusion, projecting one's thoughts into the world. But those with such cultivation are practically immortals, and are extremely rare."

"Could it be that Mr. Bei is a cultivator in the Radiant Light Realm?" Tao Ying looked surprised. He had some understanding of cultivation realms and knew that cultivators in the Third Realm were already considered experts, so the Fourth Realm was beyond his imagination.

"It shouldn't be," Qiu Yan shook his head. "This Scholar Forest Realm is almost entirely composed of thoughts, quite different from the Mortal Realm. Projecting one's thoughts here shouldn't be difficult."

Before he could finish speaking, a phantom image appeared on his hand, which held the crystalline mist. Soon, a glass lamp materialized out of thin air, holding the crystalline specks within.

Upon seeing this, the other three had different expressions, with Tao Ying being the most surprised. Before he could even sit down properly, he stood up again.

Chen Jing laughed and said, "Brother Qiu truly lives up to his Literary Path Creation. He has grasped the knack so quickly. In this way, we can choose a place to establish a base without having to get involved with these people."

"That's not right," Qiu Yan shook his head. "Visualizing a crystal lamp is nothing special, but visualizing an entire manor or pavilion is beyond my capabilities. Many details and key points cannot be overlooked. If there is even the slightest oversight, it will not be a stronghold, but a deadly trap."

Having the experience of visualizing the Blood-Colored Sage, and having practiced the <Lying God Inner Art>, Qiu Yan was no stranger to the visualization method. However, it was easy to visualize something out of thin air, but it was not easy to maintain the visualized thing. The Scholar Forest may seem mysterious, but its basic rules are the same as those in the Mortal Realm. Just like this pavilion, if you don't have experience in building, and you just visualize it based on assumptions, the pavilion may collapse as soon as it is built.

"That's true," Chen Jing also figured out the key point. "It's a pity. If we had a base like this, things would be much more convenient. When I entered just now, Chen Jing noticed the change. The speed at which my Literary Thought dissipated in this building was much slower."

Qiu Yan's heart stirred, and he asked, "When we emerged from the Historical River, I noticed that we were imbued with literary thoughts and styles. And inside and outside this pavilion, Literary Thought so rich, and everyone here is tinged with them. I'm starting to wonder if staying in this Scholar Forest is related to one's own Literary Thought?"

Chen Jing smiled and nodded, seemingly having anticipated Qiu Yan's question. He said, "My Chen Household ancestors recorded that Literary Thought is the foundation for a soul's existence in the Scholar Forest. Once Literary Thought is exhausted, if the soul does not leave the Scholar Forest, it will be quickly assimilated and will find it difficult to leave again."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Yan seemed to ponder, "So, it is possible to take the Literary Thought from others and apply it to oneself as a means of self-reliance?"

"Indeed," Chen Jing suddenly lowered his voice, "It seems that you, Brother Qiu, have also noticed that the young master of the Sun Household possesses a chaotic and ever-changing Literary Thought, which is precisely a manifestation of using literature to accomplish things."

Tao Ying sneered, "That Chen Household brat was arrogant at first but obsequious later, which is displeasing. The Sun Household has always been opportunistic; children raised by such a family are very materialistic. We should..."

Clearly, Tao Ying had a very poor impression of Sun Yong; however, before he could finish speaking, Qiu Yan interrupted him.

"Brother Tao, please be quiet for a moment, someone is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and a young man of about twenty years old stepped in.

The man was dressed in white, with eyebrows that reached his temples, giving him a heroic and spirited air. As soon as he entered, he brought with him a gust of air from outside, which suddenly made the atmosphere in the room heavy and oppressive.

"I am delighted to hear of the arrival of another virtuous person. I am Bei Xuan, and I greet you all."