88: Chapter 88 A Thought Can Move Heaven and Earth

Yun Song hurried toward Steward Liu's place again, solely to collect his yearly Cultivation resources.

Steward Liu was the same as always, his mouth rambling on with critical remarks.

However, Yun Song turned a deaf ear to it all.

It was as if his ears were separated by an invisible barrier, and he didn't care about those words at all.

After putting away the resources, he hurriedly turned around and returned to his stone house.

He knew very well that these twelve thousand Spirit Stones, plus one hundred bottles of spirit gathering pill, were simply not enough to even fill the gaps between his teeth to achieve a Breakthrough from Qi Refining level six to seven.

After placing the resources properly, he subconsciously began to organize his Storage Pouch.

In the process of searching, he suddenly discovered a package inside.

Thinking back carefully, this was something Chen Changsheng had kindly helped him put into the Storage Pouch back then.

Thus, he took the package out.

Unwrapping the package, some spirit talismans came into view.

Along with the identity token that the Man in Bamboo Hat had given him.

The moment he injected his spirit energy, the token glowed with a faint light, and a string of characters, "100,000 contribution points," floated in mid-air.

His pupils constricted, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Steward Lu had been so shocked back then.

After a long while, he slowly put down the token.

Immediately afterward, he rummaged through and found another Storage Pouch.

This Storage Pouch was one that Chief Escort Ye had gifted him back when he was in Nanyue City.

He channeled his spirit energy to probe inside, and the situation within gradually became clear.

He saw that there were only about a hundred Spirit Stones inside, and only a few porcelain bottles of Medicinal Pill.

Judging by these sparse items, the original owner must have been a rather destitute Cultivator.

Later, they unfortunately were poisoned and ultimately died in some mountain cave.

Just then, a book inside the Storage Pouch caught his special attention.

He took out the book and looked at the cover, where it was shockingly written: "Thought Moves Heaven and Earth."

Slowly opening it, he saw that this Cultivation Technique was divided into nine levels in total.

Level One: Initial Condensation of Thought Seeds.

The Cultivator's Mental Energy would gradually condense from originally scattered and disordered thoughts into a "Thought Seed."

This "Thought Seed" was initially the size of a rice grain; don't let its small size fool you, as it already possessed magical effects.

With it, the Cultivator could manipulate light objects such as feathers and paper within a distance of ten feet.

Furthermore, as the Rank of the Cultivation Technique gradually increased, the "Thought Seed" would become larger and larger, the weight of the objects it could manipulate would become heavier, and the range would extend further and further.

Following the instructions at the beginning of Thought Moves Heaven and Earth, Yun Song held his breath and focused his mind, attempting to gather his thoughts, which were as scattered as catkins filling the sky, toward the center of his eyebrows.

At the beginning, it was chaotic.

No matter how much he concentrated to gather them, those thoughts were always like mischievous elves, leaking out from the center of his eyebrows in wisps.

But as time went on, sleepiness surged over him like a tide.

His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and his head began to nod uncontrollably with sleepiness.

Finally, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and drifted off into a drowsy sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept; it felt like a long dream.

After waking up, he threw himself back into Cultivation.

As the days passed, the time he could spend Cultivating gradually increased.

Thinking back to the beginning, he couldn't even persist for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but after half a year of diligent Cultivation, day in and day out,

he was now able to persist for an hour with undivided attention, and he had successfully condensed a Thought Seed the size of a rice grain in the center of his eyebrows.

After Yun Song condensed that rice-grain-sized Thought Seed, his heart was filled with novelty and the urge to try it out.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers moved subconsciously, and at the same time, his mind drove the Thought Seed to exert force like a bolt of lightning.

In an instant, an invisible force surged toward the book placed in front of him, and the book trembled slightly a few times.

It emitted a "rustling" sound, as if it were struggling to resist under the influence of this force.

Yun Song understood in his heart that, at the current stage of his Thought Seed,

to move such a heavy object, he would at least need to Cultivate the Cultivation Technique to the third level.

As it was now, being able to make the book tremble slightly was already his limit.

In comparison, manipulating a piece of paper was barely feasible.

Thinking of this, he casually found a useless piece of waste paper.

He concentrated his spirit and drove the Thought Seed to manipulate this piece of waste paper.

He saw the paper being gently grasped by an invisible hand, slowly rising from the tabletop.

Under the control of his Thought Seed, the waste paper spun leisurely inside the stone house.

As time passed, fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out on his forehead.

However, such focused manipulation consumed a great deal of Mental Energy.

A moment later, he felt a wave of dizziness rush over his head, and his eyelids became increasingly heavy.

Finally, he could no longer hold on; his head tilted to one side, and he drifted off into a drowsy sleep.

When he slowly woke up, he rubbed his head, which was still feeling a bit dizzy.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself that practicing this Thought Moves Heaven and Earth was truly too time-consuming.

Although this Cultivation Technique was magical, at the current rate of progress, he didn't know when he would be able to achieve Major Achievement.

The most urgent priority right now was still to improve his own Cultivation.

His gaze swept over the Storage Pouch on the side, and he suddenly remembered the identity token given to him by the Man in Bamboo Hat; that token contained 100,000 contribution points.

Thinking of this, his heart stirred; why not use this token to exchange for spirit gathering pill at the Contribution Hall?

With spirit gathering pill, his Cultivation speed would surely be greatly accelerated.

With his mind made up, he quickly packed up, clutched the identity token, and hurried toward the Contribution Hall.

Along with the winding path, he wove between the well-arranged pavilions and towers.

Inside the Cultivation School, the passing Disciples had different expressions, some hurrying on their way, others discussing Cultivation insights in groups of two or three.

But Yun Song had no time to pay attention to others at this moment; his heart was set only on reaching the Contribution Hall as quickly as possible.

As he got closer to the Contribution Hall, the flow of people around him gradually became denser.

Yun Song stepped into the Contribution Hall, his goal clear, and walked straight toward the counter where Medicinal Pill were displayed.

Among the dazzling array of Medicinal Pill on display, his gaze quickly locked onto the spirit gathering pill.

The exchange price for each bottle of spirit gathering pill was ten contribution points.

After checking, he had already determined the items he wanted to exchange in his heart, and immediately turned to walk toward the direction of Steward Lu, who was responsible for exchange affairs.

Steward Lu was busy with his head down, and upon noticing someone approaching, he subconsciously raised his head.

The instant his gaze touched Yun Song, he was slightly taken aback.

He felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Yun Song politely cupped his hands in greeting, then said directly: "Steward Lu, I would like to use contribution points to exchange for spirit gathering pill."

Upon hearing this, Steward Lu moved his gaze away from the ledger in his hand, looked up at Yun Song, and asked with a hint of professional gentleness: "How many would you like to exchange for?"

Yun Song's gaze was firm, and he said without hesitation: "I saw the mark, ten contribution points for one bottle; give me ten thousand bottles."