Sneaking into Dreams on the Wind

Each book seemed to possess its own life and pursuits, pulsating and radiating various auras, revealing an understanding of the scriptures.

Then, the books tumbled and quickly converged towards Qiu Yan's Living Soul, all landing on the bookshelf beside the soul.

The bookshelf suddenly leaped out of the Living Soul, rapidly expanding until it stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling in the blink of an eye.

The "Scripture" label at the top of the bookshelf gleamed brightly.

"The Earthly Soul is the embodiment of Dao Field, recording past experiences. Once the Earthly Soul is perfected, it reveals a person's pursuit. Huang Wende used a doctor as a cover, but the Daoist lineage he inherited was indeed related to medicine and poisons. Therefore, what his Earthly Soul condensed was a medicine cabinet."

After thinking for a moment, the soul within Qiu Yan 'Living Soul slowly stood up, his body radiating a powerful aura, which he had absorbed from the Prefectural Academy.

The overwhelming aura spread and gradually solidified around the soul, vaguely revealing the shadows of three bookshelves.

"The method for condensing the Earthly Soul, summarized in the book of notes I obtained from the servant, takes one's own place of cultivation as the foundation and visualizes the things of the place of cultivation in the soul, simulating them realistically. However, I have been trying to do this for the past two years, but I have always been one step short. Now I think it's because I've fallen into a mental block and my thoughts have been limited."

At this moment, all the books in the room had fallen onto the bookshelf labeled "Scripture," and then the bookshelf shrank and fell back into the Living Soul.

"If you already have the book in your heart, why bother to deliberately imitate it?"

As soon as the thought fell, I saw a book on the bookshelf with the word "Sutra" exuding a strong literary and philosophical spirit, which spread rapidly in my soul.

"However, relying solely on visualization within the soul is not stable enough. It may collapse if subjected to a slight blow. Huang Wende also entrusted his Earthly Soul to Law Artifact to maintain stability, turning a medicine cabinet into his Natal Dao Mechanism. In this exam, I used the examination hall as my Dao Field, collecting some of the students' Literary Thought and adding a few strands of Awe-Inspiring Qi accumulated by the Prefectural Academy over the years. By combining these, I refined the Inner-Soul Dao Field, the Earthly History Soul!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny flame rose from within his Living Soul!

The Kitchen God's Fire!

Flames rose and instantly spread throughout the soul, scorching the Literary Thought Aura that filled every part of it.

His Literary Thought, once surging, were distilled and then absorbed by the remaining three blurry bookshelves!

The three fuzzy bookshelves gradually became clear. The three words "History", "Zi" and "Collection" were respectively displayed on the top of the bookshelves. The strokes of each word were horizontal and vertical, as if they had bones.

However, the three bookshelves were completely empty, without any books on them.

Then, the Kitchen God's Flame quickly contracted, enveloping the four bookshelves within it, and slowly tempering them.

A Literary Thought Aura emanated from each of the four bookshelves, eventually rising up, twisting into a rope, and transforming into a single ink line.

"Hmm?" The soul-entertainer let out a soft exclamation, seemingly surprised by the change. After the Divine Fire in the soul dissipated, only four ancient bookshelves remained, labeled with classics, history, philosophy, and literature, slowly rotating around the soul-entertainer.

"The structure of my Earthly Soul is now set. From now on, I need to increase my experience and continuously enrich my Earthly Soul until the path I seek is revealed. As for the Heavenly Soul..."

The soul shook its head, raised its hand, and grasped the thin, dark thread floating within its soul.

"This thin thread is an extension of the Earthly Soul, and its essence is the same as the soul, but its creation was not of my own volition. It seems that there are still many mysteries in the path of Nature Cultivation, and it cannot be easily deciphered."

Thinking this, Qiu Yan's Living Soul trembled slightly and returned to his body.

His physical body opened its eyes, got up from the bed, and his entire spirit was exceptionally focused. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his emotions and mind no longer revealed anything. He had a kind of indifference to external gains or losses, which was a sign that his Earthly Soul had completely stabilized.

Qiu Yan raised his hand, and a dark line immediately appeared in his palm. It was the extension of the Earthly Soul, which he had actually captured with his naked eye.

After a moment's hesitation, Qiu Yan stood up, took out a book from his bag, pulled out the silk thread binding the book, and then threaded the ink thread through it to secure the pages together.

Then, he opened the book and looked at the handwriting inside. This book was a notebook he had taken while studying in the Ma Family Courtyard.

"It seems I still need to try refining magical Law Artifact, but not tonight."

He looked at the handwriting in the notebook and shook his head.

"Now that the Inner-Soul Dao Field has been established, my Literary Thought are flowing smoothly, and my writing and Divine Ability are gradually merging. The characters I write now truly possess a divine charm, and they are different from the characters in this notebook."

As he said this, Qiu Yan looked up at the night view outside the window.

"The night is deep, and all the gods in the city have gathered in the Underworld Office, awaiting the arrival of the Circuit City God. They dare not leave easily, so this is a good opportunity."

Thinking this, he returned to the bed, but instead of sitting cross-legged, he lay down directly, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and his Living Soul leaped out again, flying straight out the window.

A gentle evening breeze blew, and moonlight shone upon the Living Soul. The soul sat motionless, surrounded by four bookshelves that slowly circled around it.

The night in Yuanning City gave Qiu Yan a familiar feeling, just like it had been two years ago.

As he drifted along, he arrived outside a house.

The house hasn't changed much since two years ago; the plaque above the red-lacquered gate is still bright and shiny.

The Pan Household.

"Xi Yun came to see me twice, but his words were vague. However, the fact that he noticed me means that the time when the Upper Spirit Sect will come knocking on our door is not far away. If we continue to wait passively, everything will be controlled by others. Now that the Dao Examination is over, we should take the initiative and seize the initiative! The more imminent the threat, the more we need to find out the enemy's movements."

Thinking this, Qiu Yan's Living Soul only swayed for a moment before falling into the Pan Household with the breeze.

"This Third Young Master Pan must be in cahoots with the Upper Spirit Sect, which is why he has raided so many martial arts schools, academies, and Daoist temples over the past two years."

The deity's perception is connected to all the kitchens in the city. Wherever his thoughts lead, he can sense the scene around the kitchen. The Pan Household is naturally the focus of his attention. However, the Third Young Master Pan, relying on his noble status, would not go to the kitchen or the stove area. Even though the ordinary servants in the mansion often chatted by the stove, they would not come into contact with such strange tales.

However, the academies and Daoist temples in the city were often investigated and questioned by the Pan Household, and inevitably someone would reveal this in front of the stove, which Qiu Yan learned about. Therefore, Qiu Yan was not completely unaware of the movements of the Upper Spirit Sect, but Xi Yun's sudden appearance still took him by surprise, making him realize that things had changed.

As he drifted along, he arrived deep within the inner courtyard of the Pan Household.

After the death of the patriarch of the Pan Household, the power in the Pan Household became Pan Zhi, the Third Young Master Pan. In the two years that followed, Pan Zhi's two older brothers submitted memorials requesting to return home to observe mourning, but both were suppressed by the order to observe mourning. This was because the two brothers were members of the New Party and were holding important positions. Therefore, the Pan Household Pan Household's direct line still consisted only of the Third Young Master Pan, whose power grew day by day.

Qiu Yan encountered no obstacles when his soul entered the manor this time, and soon arrived at Third Young Master Pan's room.

The young ruler was fast asleep. Compared to two years ago, his face had lost some of its childishness and gained a coldness, but he also looked thinner, with a furrowed brow and a dark complexion.

Upon entering the room, Qiu Yan, without saying a word, immediately slipped into Third Young Master Pan's ear.

The next moment, Qiu Yan's perception of light and shadow distorted, and he had already entered a dream.