Could a Single Pill Toy with a Man's Heart?

"Oh?"

Inside the Literary Pavilion, Qiu Yan sensed something. With a thought, the Li trigram within his Divine Spirit Body Li Trigram slightly, resonating with the Core Talisman of the Third Grade. Divine power and the Incense Faith and prayer drifted over, and all the Karma became clear, clearly constructing a majestic figure.

Qiu Yan immediately understood and realized the person's identity.

"The Void-Driving Dao Lord..."

Having recognized the identity, Qiu Yan was not in a hurry. He activated his Divine Body and Divine Sense, traversing through the Li Trigram a few times, drawing Karmic Thread. Instantly, fragments appeared in his mind, all of which were possible future events. Like a tree, he deduced the trunk of the events, which then branched out, giving rise to various relatively independent situations.

"The abilities of Third Grade are indeed extraordinary. The connection between the Divine Body and the Karma heaven and earth is becoming increasingly close, making the deductions more accurate and detailed."

Having made up his mind, Qiu Yan was about to finish writing a few lines of text. These words exuded Qi and Blood and expressed his insights. Each word was placed on a chessboard square, neat and unique.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qiu Yan then flipped his wrist, signed his name at the end of the article, and stood up. This action caused the chair behind him to make a loud "clattering" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet hall and startled the scholars.

"Huh? What just happened?"

"It seems I was hallucinating, experiencing Barbarians."

"I remember being an official..."

Discussions arose from all directions. As Qiu Yan wrote, the Literary Thought and Qi and Blood he exuded infected these Confucian scholars, causing them to be immersed in his thoughts and experience the changes in public sentiment.

However, they had no chance to come into contact with the Force of Order; they were merely caught up in Qiu Yan's Literary Thought.

Even so, Qiu Yan has now advanced to the Third Grade, comprehending a bit of the true essence of humanity. He has developed insights into the hearts of the people, which he pours into his pen, writing on the chessboard. The literary Literary Thought and Qi and Blood he exudes resonate with these insights, constructing a projection in his heart that is no small matter. It is not limited to a single article; rather, it encompasses numerous insights into the hearts of the people, expressing Qiu Yan's inner philosophy and constructing a dream within his mind. These Confucian scholars can savor life through it.

Looking back now, the Confucian scholars felt as if it were all a dream. After pondering the reasons, they all turned to look at Qiu Yan with awe, knowing that it was related to him.

This world is inherently filled with supernatural beings and spirits. Scholars may distance themselves from these things, but they also possess a sense of righteousness and Awe-Inspiring Qi. In reality, it's about influencing others' minds with one's thoughts. This method, which doesn't interfere with physical objects but only affects people's hearts, seems to be a concrete manifestation of Qiu Yan's hypnosis from his past life, so the Confucian scholars don't find it abrupt.

Qiu Yan looked around, catching faint connections in each figure. As he put down his pen and stood up, the mental projection naturally dissipated, but the previous spread had already planted a seed in the hearts of these people. In the foreseeable future, after the passage of time, some of these seeds may wither, but others will blossom and bear fruit.

"The Humanistic Dao has no fixed foundation, nor any limit; it is broader than the way of the gods, and should be my path."

As Qiu Yan pondered, a thought suddenly crossed her mind, and she gathered back the Literary Thought that had been wandering outwards.

Instantly, the Literary Thought that had been scattered everywhere returned rapidly, even the wisp of consciousness that sensed the Force of Order was gathered together, and the High Antiquity scene that had been visualized began to collapse.

"Huh?" Han Yi and the others immediately noticed and felt a sense of urgency.

At the same time, Han Wei'er also came to her senses. She was also affected by Qiu Yan's mental projection. Because of her different studies, she was more moved by the lives of millions of people and thus became immersed in it. At this moment, she glanced at Qiu Yan and found that his face was slightly pale. She also noticed the expressions of the people around her. Knowing what was going on, she took two steps forward.

Approaching Qiu Yan, Han Wei'er smiled, took out a palm-sized box from her sleeve, and handed it to him. "Brother Qiu, it was my fault that you got into trouble because of something I said. Please accept this Azure Dragon Pill as an apology."

"Azure Dragon Pill?" Qiu Yan's nose twitched. Even through the box, he could still smell a rich aroma of Qi and Blood, which invigorated him. He knew it was related to Life Cultivation.

"Not bad." Han Wei'er said calmly, "This pill is made from the flesh and blood of the Eastern Sea Ao Dragon, and is supplemented with many precious medicinal herbs. Taking one when breaking through to the Life Cultivation Realm can increase the chances of victory by 30%!"

The Ao Dragon is called a dragon, but it is not a dragon species. It is a large fish that lives in the deep sea. It has fins, resembles a turtle, and has armor on its body. Legend has it that it is a descendant of High Antiquity alien species. It is extremely ferocious. Qiu Yan once read a description in a book, saying that this fish can swallow tigers and leopards. Moreover, it has a long lifespan and is born with a method of cultivating qi. It can breathe and swallow, and the flesh and blood it eats will be refined into Qi and Blood.

An adult Ao Dragon possesses an unimaginable amount of vital Qi and Blood and blood. Even a cultivator at the Fourth Realm of the Fate Dao might not be able to defeat it in terms of sheer volume of Qi and Blood.

These thoughts flashed through Qiu Yan's mind, but he didn't take them. Instead, he asked, "This pill was refined from the flesh and blood of Ao Dragon. I wonder if you killed the Ao Dragon or only obtained its flesh and blood?"

"That's beyond my knowledge. I only have the elixir, not the ability to subdue dragons," Han Wei'er chuckled. "Brother Qiu, aren't you going to accept?"

Looking at Han Wei'er's fair face, Qiu Yan shook his head. "Exotic treasures are tempting. You offered them as an apology, which shows that your previous outburst was not unintentional, but rather deliberate. You first pushed me into trouble, and then offered a treasure to make amends. This back-and-forth manipulation of people's hearts must have been calculated. However..."

At this point, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. "I, Qiu, will not accept this favor. You have chosen the wrong target for your tricks! Considering you are a woman and that I have a relationship with Prime Minister Han, I will let you off this time. But our relationship ends here. If you do it again in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless! As for those three Law Treasure, I will return them to you another day!"

Qiu Yan's voice was not loud, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, but every word was like a sharp thorn, piercing Han Wei'er's ears and heart, causing her smile to fade. She could not find any hint of accommodation or tenderness in Qiu Yan's words.

After saying this, Qiu Yan ignored Han Wei'er and turned to walk up to Gao Song.

Gao Song was still savoring the mental projection he had just experienced, feeling that it was closely related to his own studies and that he could explore the true meaning of "propriety." However, when he saw Qiu Yan approaching, he immediately composed himself, greeted him respectfully as he called him "Young Master."

"Brother Gao, there's no need for such formalities. If you find me pleasing to the eye, let's become friends. You can simply address me by my courtesy name, 'Shen Zhi.'"

"No, no," Gao Song said modestly, but in the end, he readily agreed.

Qiu Yan then said, "I have something urgent to attend to and must leave first. However, today is a grand gathering with elders present, and it would be impolite to leave without saying goodbye. Please ask Brother Gao to convey my apologies to Han Yi, Junior Chen, and the others later."

"The evaluation hasn't even started yet, Shen Zhi already leaving. It would be a shame to miss this opportunity," Gao Song said, trying to dissuade him.

"The matter is urgent, and I have no choice but to go."

Seeing Qiu Yan's insistence, Gao Song had no choice but to say, "In that case, I will pass on a message for Brother Qiu."

In Gao Song's mind, although Qiu Yan was talented and even impressed him, and had some reputation in Eastern Capital, he was not the main character today. Even if he left, it wouldn't have much of an impact. Little did he know that Qiu Yan had sent an article, which was currently placed in the critique room.

After the two finished speaking, Qiu Yan left Literary Pavilion without lingering.

Watching Qiu Yan's departing figure, the people in the room had different thoughts, but most of them breathed a sigh of relief.

This scene amused Han Wei'er.

"Just now, when I exposed Qiu Yan's identity, these people all harbored the intention of using Qiu Yan as a stepping stone, hoping to gain fame by stepping on him, and rushing to play chess with him one after another. It hasn't been long, and they've already developed a sense of fear. This Qiu Yan is indeed not simple. However, I acted rashly this time and offended him. I don't know how to make amends. It wouldn't be good if I ruined Father's great cause. Hmm?"

With the game of chess on her mind, Han Wei'er calmed her thoughts and her gaze unconsciously fell on the chessboard. Suddenly, she saw the characters on the chessboard squares. As she scanned the text, she immediately felt the artistic conception brushing against her face like a breeze, and her heart skipped a beat!

Da da da!

The next moment, Han Wei'er took three steps in two to get to the edge of the chessboard, stared intently at it, and her expression suddenly changed.

"So absorbed in the Literary Thought imagery and the projection of the text, I didn't even notice that Qiu Yan had written this article on the chessboard in running script! This article..."

A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. Gazing at the chessboard, Han Wei'er felt her entire body throbbing with energy. Power flowed beneath her skin, her tendons twitched, and thoughts flowed through her mind. Her spirit and energy instantly coalesced, her perception was heightened, and her mind became clear. The questions she had been pondering were suddenly resolved!

"Good heavens! Although I knew Qiu Yan was exceptionally talented and had also followed the Way of Nature and Life, I never expected that he would almost integrate that the Way of Nature and Life into his writing! This article, with its words Life Cultivation and body, and its rhythm resonating with the power to startle the soul, is profound in its intent and vision, subtly forging a unique path. All three paths converge on a single chessboard. Just a glance at it has numerous benefits; it can serve as a secret manual for Life Cultivation, it can induce the Living Soul to Spirit Projection, and it can even unite hearts and minds, and refine the Literary Dao..."

As she pondered, Han Wei'er's expression changed several times.

"Indeed, this appraisal was the opportune moment. Many Grand Confucian gathered here, and Literary Pavilion is a place of literary excellence. Furthermore, the Literary Thought of the scholars inside and outside the tower is flowing freely. It can be said that the timing, Heavenly Timing, Earthly Advantage, and Human Harmony, and people were all in sync. Qiu Yan fortuitous opportunity by something and thus wrote such an article. It is a rare and precious opportunity. I'm afraid that even if he were to put pen to paper again, he might not be able to write the same one!"

Upon realizing the value of this text, she could no longer remain calm and reached out to grab it. But as soon as she moved, three hands suddenly appeared on the chessboard, each grabbing a corner.

"Huh?" Han Wei'er was startled and looked up. She found that while she was thinking, two other people had noticed the strange thing about the chessboard and were reaching out to take it. Among them was Gao Song from the Ritual Reverence Academy!

"You two..." Han Wei'er smiled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes, "Qiu Yan and I are even good friends. He left in a hurry and forgot to pack up his calligraphy. I should keep it and give it to him later."

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