Master of Kaidan
Chapter 218: Are You Afraid of the "Rulai Palm" That Costs Ten Yuan per Book?

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Are You Afraid of the "Rulai Palm" That Costs Ten Yuan per Book?

Under the sky bridge, Feng Xue sat calmly on a small mat, his right hand squeezing an Inner Power Group that ordinary people couldn’t sense, while his left hand was nonchalantly flipping through his phone.

Compared to his calm, Liu Qi next to him was taking the occasional photo and even dropping a couple of coins for passersby, desperately wishing he could paint his face to avoid being recognized in case his mother saw the photos online and called to ask why he had resorted to begging.

However, he was overthinking it; although his temperament had improved a notch due to cultivation and traveling, sitting next to Feng Xue, the emperor of charisma, even if he really appeared in the same frame, no one would notice him.

With a flick of his fingers, Feng Xue embedded the star maps that Chen Xiyao had sent into the "Bright Mirror Method." As the original photos were sent out, new star maps were being sent to his phone every day in the form of photos.

The rank and completeness of "Bright Mirror Method" were progressively improving, and the characters on the Spiritual Platform Mirror kept increasing.

As his consciousness became more refined, Feng Xue, from his Meditation state, realized the Divine Hand, an ability to freely separate consciousness which became increasingly powerful.

But there was one problem with using it to embed killing intent into the Inner Power Fluctuation—his consciousness was not stable enough.

This branch of consciousness emerged from Feng Xue’s "Both still and moving" spiritual evolution. It inherently represented the "moving" part during Meditation. Tuning the Inner Power Fluctuation’s frequency to match it was nearly impossible.

Therefore, to achieve the effect of housing consciousness in Inner Strength, he had to do the opposite—calm this branch of consciousness down and tune it to a relatively gentle fluctuation frequency.

It was undoubtedly a somewhat paradoxical idea, but not impossible. After all, he just needed this wisp of branch consciousness to also "enter Meditation."

To "enter Meditation" meant to eliminate distractions and transition from activity to stillness in the mind. So, as a branch of consciousness, it could naturally also calm down. The only issue was that this branch of consciousness inherently contained no distractions; it was more an embodiment of activity. Making it exhibit stillness certainly required some ingenuity.

Fortunately, Feng Xue was not a traditional cultivator; he possessed a Divine Thief power known as "Protection."

"Heart of Bright Mirror" was an ability that allowed him to intuitively judge whether others were lying by sensing their emotions.

Using this Protection as a starting point, he referred to it and used the branch consciousness to sense his main consciousness while in a meditative state, thereby gradually approaching "stillness."

This was not a technique invented by Feng Xue but an ancient Meditation method also known as the "Well Observation Method."

Simply put, it involved the cultivator visualizing a well (or simply a bowl of water in the absence of a well) to align their mental state with the water’s surface, eventually reaching a state of undisturbed calm, akin to "still water, bright mirror"—a commonly used visualization routine.

He glanced at WeChat to see that the message had been read but not responded to all day. Feng Xue’s lips slightly curved up, almost picturing a cartoonish steam-sprouting image of Chen Xiyao blushing furiously overhead.

"The ’Handsome’ tag and the ’Beggar’ tag have both brought in quite a bit," he pondered, "Gather a bit more, and I should consider making a holy appearance, steering it towards the direction of a reclusive expert."

Feng Xue was a bit worried about the "Flower Boy" tag, fearing it would combine with the "Handsome" tag and give him some weird Divine Thief titles like a cone-faced idol.

While Monster Thief attributes could indeed stack, some attributes were temperamentally contradictory. A pretty boy idol might suit roles like a Young Hero or Aristocratic Young Master, but playing a famed veteran of Jianghu or a hermetic master wouldn’t quite hit the mark.

For now, as long as he refrained from actively playing those roles, he likely wouldn’t solidify such tags into existence. But upon reflection, that wasn’t entirely guaranteed, considering old Li’s case with the dog-stealing parable—Feng Xue doubted anyone would intentionally craft such bizarre tags.

Likely, everyone thought old Li was just a typical dog thief, maybe even aiming for a "Stealing" tag before evolving it towards roles like Monster Thief or Divine Thief. However, things got out of hand and inadvertently solidified the tag.

The more he thought, the more he was drawn out of his Meditation state, and the Inner Power Group in his hand suddenly "popped," quietly disintegrating on the noisy evening street, virtually unnoticed.

"Teahouse by the roadside~ scatter of people~ from the street came~ two or three calls~~"

His phone suddenly rang, and upon seeing the familiar number, Feng Xue’s lips curved slightly upwards:

"Hello? Figured out how to explain yet?"

...

Chen Xiyao’s facial capillaries slightly engorged as she listened to the voice from the handset. She felt she needed to adjust her mindset; otherwise, she might end up with the complexion of Guan Yu.

After calming herself slightly, she got straight to the point:

"Where are you now?"

"Oh, they didn’t ask you to inquire about that, did they?" Feng Xue, slightly surprised by Chen Xiyao’s question, responded with a subtle tone.

"Yes, I wanted to ask myself. Is there a problem?" Chen Xiyao raised her head confidently, prompting Feng Xue to emit a soft chuckle:

"No, of course not. I’m currently in Luzhou and plan on heading to Yibin next. Then along the Min River through Leshan to Chengdu, walk the Sichuan-Tibet route, then visit Northern Border, from Yumen to the grasslands, and finally meet up with you in West Capital..."

"Ah, what!" Hearing "meet up," Chen Xiyao nearly had her defenses breached, yet she still worriedly asked:

"You’re just telling me like this? Aren’t you afraid of being caught?"

"It doesn’t matter; I can always go back whenever. Besides, if they’d arrest me for just taking in disciples so benignly, then don’t blame me for roaming the streets looking for martial arts prodigies to impart divine skills! They’ll fear a ten-dollar ’Buddha Palm,’ won’t they?"

Feng Xue’s tone was laden with jest, but the atmosphere in the boardroom instantly tensed. If Feng Xue were really to act on that, they had no real countermeasures. Catching someone stealthily distributing Secret Manuals everywhere was simply too difficult.

Moreover, from Chen Xiyao’s perspective, the opponent might possess manuals akin to a Skill Book that could be mastered with just a flip-through. In the face of such items, the official advantage would completely vanish.

Meanwhile, Chen Xiyao’s focus wasn’t there; hearing Feng Xue’s words, she expressed a bit of surprise:

"Have you watched ’Kung Fu’ too?"