bookbashuk Chapter 117 The Role of Divine Sense
Chapter 117 The Role of Divine Sense
On the viewing platform, the veiled woman looked at Zhao Fan, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at the old woman next to her and spoke softly.
"Grandmother, why don't we keep him here?"
The old woman was somewhat surprised. She turned to look at her granddaughter, quite puzzled. Her granddaughter, who usually didn't care about worldly affairs, would one day plead for others.
"What? You know this kid?"
The old woman asked.
The veiled woman leaned down slightly, close to the old woman's ear, and spoke in a very low voice, so low that only the old woman could hear her.
"Grandmother, although his spiritual consciousness is weak, he is still young. If we can find a way to replenish his spiritual consciousness, he may still have hope of establishing his foundation."
The old woman raised an eyebrow and looked Zhao Fan up and down.
Zhao Fan felt a little uneasy under her gaze and unconsciously lowered his head.
His gaze was incredibly sharp, as if he could see right through me, inside and out.
Seeing that her granddaughter didn't seem inclined to answer, the old woman didn't press the matter.
She knows her granddaughter too well; there's no point in asking if she doesn't want to talk about it.
The old woman withdrew her gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.
"Stay."
Her voice was soft, even somewhat aged and hoarse, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples across the square.
The monk on the platform was stunned, and looked up at the old woman in disbelief.
The independent cultivators below the stage whispered among themselves, while the family disciples in the pavilion turned their heads and looked at Zhao Fan with curiosity, jealousy, or disdain.
The old woman ignored the stares, simply stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from her skirt, and turned to walk into the hall.
Zhao Fan was the last one left, and the apprenticeship ceremony was over, so there was no need for her to stay here any longer.
The masked woman followed behind her, and after a few steps, she turned back and glanced at Zhao Fan.
Those eyes remained calm and unreadable, revealing no emotion. They looked at Zhao Fan, who was still in a daze on the stage, and then turned and left.
Zhao Fan stood on the stone platform, stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.
He could hardly believe his ears; an uncontrollable surge of excitement rose on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Then he saw Su San's gaze.
Su San sat in a corner at the edge of the square, her face still pale, leaning against a stone, her eyes frantically signaling to Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he should thank this senior from the Suyang Sect.
Zhao Fan stopped abruptly. He took a deep breath, suppressed his elation, turned around, faced the direction the old woman had left, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, senior."
His voice was a little strained, but every word was clear.
The old woman didn't turn around; she simply waved casually and walked into the hall without looking back.
Her figure disappeared into the shadows behind the door, and the masked woman followed her inside.
On the stone platform, the cultivator glanced at Zhao Fan, then at the direction the old woman had left in. His lips twitched, but he ultimately said nothing, only leaving Zhao Fan's name on the jade slip.
"Go down."
The monk who was in charge of accepting disciples spoke much more gently at this moment.
"Now that we've passed, we're fellow disciples. If you ever have any questions, feel free to ask me."
"I will tell you more about the Suyang Sect after this is over."
Zhao Fan nodded, clasped his hands in a fist salute to him, and turned to walk down the stone platform.
Su San looked at him, a slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, but the smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.
"Zhao Fan."
His voice was soft and weak.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Fan sensed the seriousness in Su San's tone and quickly suppressed his smile.
Su San nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked.
"Do you know why your spiritual awareness is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining?"
Zhao Fan's smile froze as he recalled what the cultivator had said on the stage earlier.
"I have no idea."
He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, but he didn't know why.
Su San sighed softly.
"Foundation building is not something that can be achieved simply by having enough spiritual power."
His voice was soft, but his tone was heavy.
"The process of Foundation Building involves compressing the gaseous spiritual energy in the dantian into a liquid state. This process requires continuous spiritual energy impact and, more importantly, the guidance of divine sense."
"Think about it, how much force would it take to compress a drop of gaseous spiritual energy into a liquid state? And how long would it take to compress all the spiritual energy in your dantian?"
He paused, as if gathering his strength.
"This process can take anywhere from a few days to several months."
"During this period, one's divine sense must guide spiritual energy without stopping for a moment. If one relaxes even slightly, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but the spiritual energy may also go berserk, causing the meridians to break."
"Therefore, Foundation Establishment not only requires profound spiritual power, but also a strong spiritual sense. If the spiritual sense is not strong enough, it is like trying to pull a thousand-pound weight with a thin thread. If the thread breaks, everything is over."
Zhao Fan's face gradually turned pale.
Su San looked at him and continued.
"Your spiritual sense is far below your cultivation level. If you want to establish your foundation, you need at least the spiritual sense strength of the peak of Qi Refining. You are far from that level now."
Zhao Fan fell silent.
It took me a while to accept this.
"Then... is there really no other way for me?"
Zhao Fan's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Su San didn't answer immediately. He leaned against the rock, closed his eyes for a while, as if gathering his strength, and then opened his eyes to look at Zhao Fan.
"have."
Zhao Fan suddenly raised his head.
"Although the strength of one's divine sense may vary from person to person, it can also be cultivated later in life."
Su San's voice was slow, but every word was steady and clear.
"In the cultivation world, there are some cultivation methods specifically for cultivating divine sense. Although they are rare, they do exist. Moreover, now that you have joined the Suyang Sect, it is not difficult for you to obtain cultivation methods for cultivating divine sense."
Zhao Fan's heart raced, and he nodded heavily.
"I see."
He didn't ask any more questions, but just sat there, quietly pondering.
Su San is right; what is lacking at birth can be made up for later.
The little boy crawled over from the side, lay down at his feet, and rubbed his head against his calf.
Zhao Fan lowered his head, reached out and stroked its head, and gradually felt calmer.
……
In a corner of the venue, a rogue cultivator dressed in a blue robe frowned as he looked at the Su family members in the corner.
He looked at a woman beside him and spoke helplessly.
"As you can see, he's now been taken in by the Suyang Sect. I can't bring myself to kill him now."
The woman's expression wasn't very good either. Being taken in by the Suyang Sect wasn't a big deal; the Suyang Sect lost quite a few disciples every year.
It will be a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible.
However, Zhao Fan was personally chosen by the old woman to be her disciple, which is very troublesome, as the entire Zhou family cannot afford to offend that old woman.
"Let's leave this matter for now. You may go back."
The woman didn't insist, but simply took out a communication talisman and reported everything that had happened.
Finally, the woman glanced at Zhao Fan again, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.
"Kid, you're lucky to be alive."