A Vast World in the Heart, Strength in the Hand-Why Fear the Mundane?

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, not only Meng Qingyan, but even Meng Bufan, who did not have a thorough understanding of this art, changed color drastically. He also knew what this irregular but strangely beautiful pattern represented.

"You're saying these tiny patterns could be created by human hands, rather than being Heaven's Gift?" Meng Qingyan's breathing quickened, seemingly forgetting the purpose of his visit. Then he noticed another layer of meaning in Qiu Yan's words, "This cup was originally in the house? How is that possible?"

The cups and porcelain used in the main residence of the Meng Residence and the Meng Clan's villa were mostly made in the Meng Clan's own workshops. Of course, the Meng Clan also had a considerable collection of precious porcelain, but they would not casually take it to the villa for people to use.

Meng Qingyan knew perfectly well the quality of the porcelain produced in his own workshop. Just by looking at the appearance of the teapot and teacups in front of him, he could tell that they far surpassed his own level. Even the few fine pieces from the Southern Kiln that he had collected in his room might not be comparable to them. How could they possibly be what was originally in the room?

"Please don't joke, sir." After thinking for a moment, Meng Qingyan could only respond in this way.

Having taken control of the conversation, Qiu Yan didn't intend to keep them in suspense any longer. He extended a finger and lightly tapped another cup, which immediately produced a crisp, pleasant sound.

Hearing this, the Meng Clan father and son felt a tremor in their hearts, becoming even more certain that this item was of extraordinary value.

"Qiu was not joking with the master. This cup was indeed already Central Plains the house. It was not brought by Qiu. If I were to leave, it would be impossible for me to take it with me."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingyan took a deep breath and solemnly said, "Sir, to be honest, my Meng Clan also has a kiln. All the utensils used in this mansion come from there. I have no reason to mistake them. The material of these cups far surpasses that of ordinary ones. My Meng Clan's workshop could never produce something like this. Not to mention my Meng Clan, even the great kilns of Jiangnan might not be able to produce porcelain of this quality. It is truly a masterpiece. I urge you to tell me the truth about its origin. If you are unwilling..."

"I am not lying to you. This item is indeed from this house. It has just been polished by me, Qiu. Please take a look, sir..." As he spoke, Qiu Yan flipped his wrist and picked up a teacup from the table. His palm suddenly turned bright red, and a faint purple qi could be seen at his fingertips.

Upon seeing the purple qi, both the Meng Clan father and son felt their eyelids twitch and were filled with horror.

Their Meng Residence could only barely contact cultivators at the Third Realm, but as Aristocratic Clan with a rich heritage and ancient texts, how could they not know the different realms among cultivators?

"The swirling purple qi... this is the Life Cultivation to the Fourth Realm, where one's own Fortune through the pores. It's absorbed by the Qi and Blood and qi, becoming increasingly intertwined with the body, thus producing this color! This Qiu Yan, a compiler for the imperial court, undefeated in battles on the Grasslands, and Grandmaster of Military School, has risen to fame. These identities alone are astonishing enough, but now, it seems his cultivation level is also at the Fourth Realm —could it be a powerful figure?"

The father and son were filled with doubt and unease, feeling the situation was spiraling out of control. The slight disdain they had shown towards Qiu Yan because of his Aristocratic Clan background vanished completely at this moment.

Before this, although they knew how powerful Qiu Yan was, they had never experienced it firsthand. They had only heard about him from Meng Qingbin, Meng Qingluo and others. They respected Qiu Yan, but they still had a bit of pride from their aristocratic Aristocratic Clan. They were not as sincerely respectful as Meng Wei and Meng Ting.

But now, seeing the swirling purple qi, they realized that Qiu Yan's confidence was not shallow either; seemingly without foundation, he actually had a deep one.

When a Life Cultivation reaches the peak of the Second Realm, they can Life Prolonger by three hundred years, which is comparable to the lineages of many aristocratic Aristocratic Clan. Most of these Aristocratic Clan have at least one ancestor who refined Heroic Soul. Therefore, if a cultivator is willing, it is not difficult to establish an Aristocratic Clan and preserve the bloodline of their ancestors.

Those cultivators in the Third Realm are no different from immortals on land in the eyes of ordinary people. If it weren't for the constraints of sects and various other factors, even Aristocratic Clan would not be able to contend with them.

The Fourth Realm cultivators, needless to say, are giants and great powers, capable of ruling over great nations and suppressing their Fortune! Ordinary Aristocratic Clan rarely get to see them, and even if they do, they must be extremely respectful and dare not disobey in the slightest!

In their shock, the Meng Clan father and son couldn't help but speculate, wondering if Qiu Yan was some great cultivator who had regained his youth, or perhaps a reincarnation of a powerful being.

However, their attention was then drawn to a spark of fire in Qiu Yan's palm. Within the swirling purple qi, a scene of a blast furnace appeared, and a human figure emerged, clearly formed from the condensation of Martial Dao Spirit.

Those people were performing the firing process in Qiu Yan's hands, and several of their movements were clearly different from the current firing and forging methods.

"This is..." Meng Qingyan's pupils dilated suddenly. He was about to take a closer look, but Qiu Yan clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the light and shadow had already dissipated. When he opened his hand again, there was only a crystal clear ceramic bead left. Even with the naked eye, one could see the exquisite nature of the bead. Its surface was covered with fine patterns, which did not appear trivial but rather had a natural beauty.

The patterns and luster made the hearts of the Meng Clan father and son tremble.

The celadon porcelain popular in the world has a relatively coarse body. Even the major kilns in Jiangnan could not possibly produce such exquisite pieces. What circulates in the market is mostly yellowish-green and brownish-green in color, with a few pale blue, and it has no sense of transparency.

Compared to this ceramic bead, it's like the difference between fluorescence and the bright moon.

"If Master Meng wants to know the method of firing and forging, I, Qiu, can certainly tell you," Qiu Yan at the opportune moment, seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of the two people opposite him. "With this method, the name of Jin Kiln will surely spread throughout the world soon. However, it will inevitably cause conflicts with the powerful Aristocratic Clan in the south. I wonder if Master Meng has any intention of backing down?"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Meng Qingyan was startled, only then remembering his purpose. When he looked at Qiu Yan again, his feelings were different, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I came here to talk to the compiler about movable type printing, but before I could even open my mouth, the compiler cut me off."

Qiu Yan then said, "The foundation of the Aristocratic Clan lies in inheritance and interests. The Movable-Type Method' that I, Qiu, pass on may expand the foundation of a poor family, but it also has ways to help the Meng Clan rise to prominence. It all depends on what you think, sir." These words were quite blunt, but Meng Qingyan did not find them abrupt. He understood Qiu Yan's intentions. Moreover, what he cared about more at the moment had changed.

"What Xiuzhuan said is well said. Since everyone has their own ambitions, I will not force you. But Xiuzhuan, what is the secret to the firing method you demonstrated before? Fourth Realm cultivators are not found everywhere. What if one does not have Xiuzhuan's skills?"

"I used Divine Ability to create the scene and reproduce the firing method. This method itself does not require Divine Ability," Qiu Yan had expected this and did not continue on the previous topic, but instead talked about the firing of porcelain. "The key lies in controlling the degree of washing and the preparation of the clay. In addition, there is experience to follow in controlling the firing process. By starting with these details, it is possible to fire such porcelain."

As he spoke, he placed the ceramic bead in his hand on the table. The bead rolled away and landed in front of Meng Qingyan. The latter suppressed his various thoughts, picked up the bead, and continued to ask, "I wonder what price my Meng Clan will have to pay?"

"It may not be the price," Qiu Yan gave Meng Qingyan a deep look, "It will only take the cancellation of one person's status as a slave in your household."

Upon hearing this, Meng Bufan's heart stirred, and he immediately thought of someone.

"But that Hua She?" Meng Qingyan also remembered the name she had just learned.

"It is indeed this person." Qiu Yan nodded. "I do not need the Meng Clan to provide any assistance in the court. Even if other Aristocratic Clan want to jointly attack me, that is fine. After all, some things are inevitable and no one can remain unaffected."

"You flatter me, Compiler. I, Meng Qingyan, still know the meaning of 'morality.' If I were to receive such a generous gift, how could I possibly forget your kindness?" Meng Qingyan immediately said solemnly.

"In that case, please return home for now. I will tidy up and present you with the firing method."

After saying this, the Meng Clan father and son understood the meaning behind Qiu Yan's words, and dared not accept any more. They respectfully took their leave, showing no trace of their Aristocratic Clan arrogance.

After the two left, the door closed by itself. From Qiu Yan's bundle, a figure emerged, instantly transforming into a scholar who said to Qiu Yan, "Brother Qiu, are you perhaps planning to use this firing method to win over Aristocratic Clan?"

The moment the scholar appeared, a chilling wind swept through the room, but he continued, "If you ask me, this firing method should be passed on to a few families, inciting them to fight each other, which would also relieve future pressure."

Qiu Yan glanced at the other party, shook his head, and said, "What does it matter if the Aristocratic Clan suppress me? Others may fear it, but I don't care. As for the firing method, I gave it to them, and that's fine. Not to mention there are even better methods later on, even if I want to sow discord among the Aristocratic Clan, I have other methods to use, such as seed selection, weaving, and forging techniques. I have a vast amount of knowledge in my mind, and if I use just one of them, I can make the enemy panic."

The scholar, shrouded in an aura of Yin Qi, said, "Indeed, one is invincible when one is without desire, and one is full of confidence. But I don't understand, Brother Qiu, where did you learn these methods?"

Qiu Yan smiled and said, "As the saying goes, if you understand one thing, you understand everything. This matter of Human Path is interconnected throughout history."

"Father, do you think that Qiu Xiuzhuan is sincere or feigning? That kind of firing technique is priceless; would he really give it to our Meng Clan?"

On the other side, the Meng Clan father and son, having left the side room and exited the courtyard, began to talk quietly.

"Whether he will give it to the Meng Clan, I don't know, but a cultivator at the Fourth Realm is not someone to be easily offended." Meng Qingyan narrowed his eyes as he spoke. "No wonder he dared to spread the 'Movable-Type Method. He's fearless. Other officials have many concerns, but even if Qiu Yan resigns, he's still a powerful figure in the world, holding sway over a region. Such a person is not to be offended, and you can't even invite him! This matter might be an opportunity for my Meng Clan."

"What does Father mean...?" Meng Bufan sensed a clue in the words.

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