pertwk Chapter 20 Arrival at the Frost and Snow Sect
Chapter 20 Arrival at the Frost and Snow Sect
Chu Yuan heard all of this clearly.
However, he didn't pay any attention and didn't even turn his head.
Soon, the food and drinks were served.
Chu Yuan ate slowly and deliberately, savoring each dish carefully.
After eating and drinking his fill, he stood up, casually placed a small piece of silver on the table, and turned to walk out of the restaurant.
Seeing Chu Yuan stand up, the three men quickly put down their wine glasses, exchanged glances, and hurriedly followed him out.
Chu Yuan walked ahead at a leisurely pace. He turned down a street and then an alley, gradually moving away from the bustling main street and into a quiet alley.
The footsteps of the three people behind him grew closer and more hurried, becoming exceptionally clear in the quiet alley.
Chu Yuan stopped and turned around.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the three of them.
The three of them were taken aback and stopped in their tracks.
For some reason, being stared at by the young man's calm eyes, they felt a sudden sense of fear rise in their hearts, cold sweat beaded on their foreheads, and trickled down the scars, quickly freezing into beads in the cold wind.
"What happened?"
The man on the left asked in a low voice.
"Boss...something feels off."
The scarred man, known as the boss, gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, reached into his sleeve, and slowly pulled out the short knife hidden inside.
"Kid, don't think I'll be afraid of you just because you're putting on an act!"
He pointed the knife at Chu Yuan, his voice menacing, demanding that he obediently hand over all his money, or else...
He brandished the short knife in his hand, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
"Don't blame me for being impolite!"
Chu Yuan watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I gave you a chance."
Before the three could react, a thin, hair-like beam of blood-red light shot out from between Chu Yuan's eyebrows, and all three froze.
The next moment, the three bodies turned into ashes at the same time, as if blown away by an invisible wind, falling softly and merging into the snow on the ground without leaving a trace.
Chu Yuan withdrew his gaze, stepped out of the alley, and returned to the main street.
The cold wind still howled, the snowflakes still fell, and the pedestrians on the street still hurried along. No one noticed what had happened in that quiet alley, and no one knew that the three thugs who once ran rampant on this street had disappeared from this world forever.
Chu Yuan walked slowly down the street, his heart unmoved.
He wouldn't have needed to lift a finger for a few troublesome mortals.
The essence of "transforming the mundane to perceive the realm of meaning" lies in a peaceful state of mind, acting as an ordinary person, doing ordinary things, and feeling ordinary emotions.
Taking action to kill ultimately disrupts this state of mind and is detrimental to one's cultivation as a mortal.
However, since he dared to harbor such thoughts towards him, Chu Yuan felt uneasy if he didn't kill him.
Those who cultivate the Tao are cultivating a state of perfect clarity of thought.
He kills when he wants, does what he wants, avenges every wrong and repays every kindness, never wrongs himself and owes no one anything.
This is his way, and it is also his consistent code of conduct.
If one compromises their true self in the name of so-called transformation into an ordinary person, then that is truly a losing proposition.
So he killed him.
That's it.
Next, Chu Yuan purchased a small courtyard in a secluded place outside the city.
The courtyard is small, with two sections, front and back, and features blue bricks and gray tiles. In this snowy region where the city is built with black stone, it is a rare elegance.
There was an old locust tree in the courtyard, with a thick trunk and bare branches, shivering in the cold wind. It was hard to imagine how it had survived in such a harsh place.
There was a dry well under the tree, its opening sealed tightly by a thick layer of ice.
Chu Yuan stood in the courtyard, looked around, and nodded slightly.
Although the place is simple, it is quiet and peaceful, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and undisturbed, making it perfect for him to meditate and cultivate himself.
He pushed open the door of the house and went inside.
The room was simply furnished with a table, a chair, and a couch. A faded landscape painting hung on the wall, depicting snow-capped mountains that bore a resemblance to the scenery of this snowy country.
Chu Yuan sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes, and focused his mind into his body.
He came to the Snow Region Kingdom to become a mortal, carrying only two magical treasures: the Four Symbols Array Plate and the Frost White Sword.
The Four Symbols Formation Plate is his greatest trump card right now, capable of forcibly raising his cultivation level to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm at any time; the Frost White Sword, after being reforged, has greatly increased in power and is now his most suitable weapon for attack.
With these two items in hand, he could gain strength comparable to a Nascent Soul stage expert at any time.
In terms of cultivation, he has stabilized at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
The key to breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage lies in one's state of mind.
The realm of artistic conception is the threshold to the realm of Nascent Soul, and also an insurmountable barrier that countless Nascent Soul cultivators cannot cross even after a lifetime of effort.
Without artistic conception, one cannot break through to the Nascent Soul stage; this is an ironclad rule in the cultivation world, and no one is exempt.
There are two ways to appreciate the artistic conception.
One path is to perceive one's own state of mind. This path is the most difficult, but also the purest.
A cultivator needs to experience the world and savor life, extracting a unique artistic conception from their own experiences and insights.
There are no shortcuts on this path; it all depends on one's own understanding and opportunity.
Another approach is to understand the feelings and intentions of others. This path is relatively easier.
Cultivators can draw inspiration from observing the artistic conception of other Nascent Soul stage experts, using their experience to improve themselves, and ultimately form their own artistic conception.
Snowfield Kingdom is a level four cultivation kingdom with many Nascent Soul cultivators. Finding a Nascent Soul expert willing to demonstrate their artistic conception is not difficult.
Chu Yuan already had a plan in mind.
Understanding the feelings and sentiments of others is always much faster than starting from scratch.
He doesn't need to completely copy other people's ideas; he only needs to observe, experience, and absorb them to find his own path.
This is enough.
However, the major sects of the Snowfield Kingdom are out of the question.
Those sects have many powerful cultivators in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, with profound foundations and strict rules. For outsiders to try to observe the artistic conception of their founders is nothing short of a pipe dream.
He could only target those small sects, finding one with only a Nascent Soul stage cultivator in charge, and using force to coerce them into displaying their artistic conception.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
Chu Yuan never denied this.
That's just how the cultivation world is: the strong are respected, and the weak are preyed upon by the strong. He never claimed to be a virtuous gentleman, nor did he care about others' opinions. As long as he could achieve his goal, the means were irrelevant.
He quickly selected his target.
Frost and Snow Sect.
This sect is located on a snow mountain in the northern part of the Snow Region Kingdom. It has only one Nascent Soul Ancestor, and he is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Such strength is just right as a target for comprehending artistic conception.
Chu Yuan stood up, and with a flash, he teleported several times before arriving in front of a huge snow mountain.
The snow-capped mountains soared into the clouds, their majestic forms covered in pristine white snow, gleaming with a cold, silvery light under the hazy sky.
On the mountainside, layers of snow-covered buildings can be vaguely seen, built of white stone with round domes and square bases, which are completely different from the architectural style of the Central Plains cultivation country.