readytorunbook Chapter 916 The School of All Things (1)
Chapter 916 The School of All Things (1)
Chapter 916 The Myriad Phenomena School (Part 1)
“This is…” Han Yi took a breath, organizing his thoughts, “left behind by Sect Leader Rongrong…”
"Alright, no need to say anything more..." Lin Mu immediately understood. He waved his hand weakly, his body hunched over. In an instant, it was clear that he was listless, a stark contrast to his previous spirited demeanor.
"..."
Han Yi remained silent, only able to watch as Lin Mu, with a loving expression, carried the jar and staggered heavily toward the cemetery behind him.
He could sense it from their conversations along the way.
Lin Mu is a pretty good person. He might be a bit old-fashioned and stubborn, but he's a responsible and caring senior who looks after his juniors. So Han Yi didn't really want to hurt him. He'd watched Chun Rongrong grow up since she was little, and although he wasn't her father, he was more like one.
But... fallen leaves return to their roots.
This was Chun Rongrong's last wish before she died.
Han Yi didn't want to do it, but he had no choice but to.
"Does the soul... also shed tears..." Han Yi murmured to himself, a strange heaviness and oppression weighing on his heart.
This was his first time.
Traces of tears can be seen on the soul itself.
It should be said that it wasn't entirely tears.
Those were countless white specks of light converging together, forming white streaks flowing from the eye sockets.
Lin Mu's departing figure flickered and trembled, like a light bulb with insufficient voltage, its light shining intermittently.
Han Yi knew.
This is actually a natural manifestation of mental and physical shock and injury to the soul.
"Please accept my condolences..." He sighed and casually chose an igloo to go inside.
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Incense curls upwards, wine cups glow clear and yellow. The hearse pulls on, bells jingle. The long night is silent, candlelight flickers. O soul, return, ascend that high hill. Only the bluebird can carry your mournful lament…
Vientiane Caves - The following morning.
"Is this... a memorial service...?"
Han Yi slowly opened his eyes and withdrew from his meditative state.
Early in the morning, he heard a series of deep and sorrowful songs coming from outside the window. The voice went from low to high, initially like a woman's lament, and then like a chorus of many people singing together.
The song echoed slowly within the ice cave, swaying gently in the breeze, making it sound even more desolate and sorrowful.
"Chun Rongrong..." Han Yi was slightly lost in thought, recalling this extraordinary woman whom he had only met a few times.
He didn't actually know much about Chun Rongrong.
After all, the two spent very little time together, no more than a day at most.
In a fit of rage, he abandoned the crucial alliance battle for rankings and traveled all the way from the north to Yunzhou to avenge his deceased sisters.
To do something knowing it's impossible is a matter of sentiment.
He killed Kou Hu, the general of the Yunzhou Prefecture army at the time, and escaped successfully; this is courage.
He traveled far from home, faced a desperate situation, and in his last moments, he made a desperate gamble, betting his chips on a stranger he had only known for a short time, showing his keen insight.
That is wisdom.
He is fierce but not reckless, brave but not unwise, and also loyal and righteous.
This was Han Yi's entire impression of Chun Rongrong.
Without the support of such an extraordinary figure, it is no wonder that the Myriad Phenomena School has fallen from its former prosperity to its current state of decline and decay.
Hearing the faint sound of sorrowful sobbing, Han Yi couldn't help but sigh.
"Rest in peace. I will do my best to fulfill my promise to you... consider it payment for saving my life..."
His mind gradually calmed down, and he once again entered a state of cultivation.
The vital energy in the room instantly became active. Wisps of serpentine vital energy, as if sensing some kind of summons, rushed towards Han Yi on the cold jade bed like moths to a flame.
Han Yi's pores slowly opened, continuously devouring, digesting, absorbing, and transforming demonic power to forge his spirit.
Only after joining a school of thought can he experience the benefits of being a true member.
Don't mention anything else.
Take this unlimited absorption of vital energy, for example. Although it's a bit thin and the concentration can't compare to the Tower of Babel, it's free!
Little by little, over time, it adds up to a significant amount of savings each day.
Therefore, it is not without reason that members of the Wandering Hundred Clans, who have no affiliation with any school, are regarded as the lowest level among the Hundred Clans and are at the very bottom of the hierarchy of contempt.
Moreover.
This is still the Wanxiang School, a minor, almost obsolete school of thought, yet it still enjoys such benefits.
Those from top-ranked, prestigious universities will likely enjoy even more generous benefits and perks after joining.
besides…...
The source of these vital energies...
Han Yi then thought of the Qi-plundering array. The massive Qi-absorbing array he had seen in Hongji City was unsurprisingly mirrored in the Kunyuan area.
Looking back now, the way the North operated...
Apart from the very small percentage of Hundred Meridians members, the remaining 99% are actually victims of the Hundred Meridians Divine Forging Technique.
The strong demand for human resources here, with a continuous influx of slaves captured from various regions—the Central Plains, the Western Regions, and even from outside—is clearly aimed at gathering enough vital energy.
The North is a prison, and billions of living beings are prisoners. The great formation constantly plunders the prisoners' vital energy to nourish the true members of the Hundred Veins.
It is likely that all formal schools of thought are within the range of the Qi Array.
The so-called lower three levels, middle three levels, upper three levels...
Han Yi had a guess in his mind.
The division proceeds from bottom to top, layer by layer. Clearly, the higher up in the hierarchy, the more people and power the school of thought possesses, and the more substantial the benefits it enjoys.
The benefits here must include... the distribution of the concentration of vital essence.
call…...
Han Yi opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of white air.
"The North... truly is a cruel world..."
His experiences along the way gave him a deep understanding of how the North generally operates.
And now.
Han Yi vaguely sensed that he was about to come into contact with the key points of the Northern Divine Soul Cultivation System.
thump thump thump...
Suddenly, a soft knocking sounded on the door.
"Wait a moment." Han Yi collected his thoughts, released an invisible burst of energy, and gently opened the door.
"Hello. Are you a newbie who's just starting out?"
Standing outside the room was a woman dressed in white. She was not tall and her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and her features were regular. At first glance, she gave people a down-to-earth and extremely comfortable feeling.
"I just arrived yesterday," Han Yi nodded. "I haven't had a chance to pay my respects yet."
“That’s perfect. Uncle Mu asked me to show you around and explain some basic facts about our Myriad Manifestations School.” The woman smiled. “By the way, my name is Chunhui Ru. You… call me…”
She seemed to be in a dilemma at this moment. In terms of seniority and status, she was definitely much higher than Han Yi, a newcomer who had just joined.
But given his status as the chief candidate of the Han Yi faction, there are very few people, apart from the elders, who can compare to him.
"Let each of us have our own opinions," Han Yi said with a smile. "There are only so many people in this school, there's no need to argue over such empty titles. Although it's a bit impolite, I'm probably younger, so it's only natural for me to call you 'Senior Sister.'"
“Junior brother is right.” Seeing how reasonable Han Yi was, Chunhui’s goodwill towards him increased greatly. “No wonder Uncle Mu said that a good prospect has come. Just in terms of interpersonal skills, my experience of more than 30 years is no match for you.”
These words immediately drew Han Yi's attention.
He knew the other person was probably older, but thought it was at most four or five years older.
Unexpectedly, the difference was more than ten years.
Then I thought about it.
Those who cultivate demonic power and divine soul absorb the essence of living beings, thus replenishing their life force. Their lifespan is far longer than that of martial artists, and they age more slowly.
In addition, they all have more or less demon blood in their bodies, so even though Chunhui is in her thirties or forties, she looks about the same as a woman in her twenties.
"That's all for now. Junior brother, hurry up and get ready," Chunhui urged. "Uncle Mu has morning lessons later, don't be late."
"it is good."
Han Yi quickly tidied up and then went out the door.
Actually, there's not much to pack.
The igloo contained only an ice bed, an ice table and an ice chair; there was no other furniture.
Besides, Han Yi didn't actually sleep last night either.
Having finally found such a cultivation environment, with abundant vital energy and a cool, refreshing wisp of cold air rising from the bed, it would be strange to be able to fall asleep.
The two stepped out of the igloo and slowly walked forward along the network of ice paths. Inside the Vientiane Cave, besides the main hall in the very center, there were rows of secondary halls on both sides.
And this is the place that Chunhui Ru focuses on introducing.
"This is the Refining Heart Hall. The ancient texts say that it can train the spirit and enhance the soul's abilities, which can greatly promote the efficiency of spiritual energy conversion, thus increasing the success rate of breaking through realms by 20%."
This is the Illusionary Tower, which simulates various external environments, especially dangerous ones. Adapting and preparing in advance increases your chances of survival during future explorations…
But the most impressive aspect of the Illusionary Tower doesn't stop there. It's said that when encountering powerful enemies outside, one can use a recording bead to record the scene and store it in the palace. This allows for repeated simulations of battles in the future, summarizing experiences and lessons learned…”
Chunhui talked on and on, describing each feature very clearly, obviously having done her homework.
But then, Han Yi suddenly spoke up and asked, "Senior Sister Huiru... after saying so much... could you share your personal experience?"
As we walked along, we saw that all the main halls Chunhui had described had their doors tightly shut. Looking through the doors and windows, it was pitch black inside, and the cracks were filled with dust.
The exterior looks like it hasn't been inside for a long time, let alone been used.
Furthermore, when Chunhui introduced herself, she used words from classical texts or what was said... seemingly all of which were hearsay.
This also gave Han Yi a vague sense of unease.