sjar Chapter 1215 Spiritual Yun
Chapter 1215 Spiritual Yun
As he spoke, another silver needle appeared at Jiang Xiaochuan's fingertip. With a soft "poof," the silver needle accurately pierced Tang Long's Baihui acupoint on his forehead.
"Besides, I don't believe you'll tell me the truth."
As his voice faded, Tang Long's gaze gradually became vacant, and he remained motionless like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out.
Jiang Xiaochuan stared into Tang Long's unfocused pupils and nodded to himself.
The reason he went to such lengths to use the Soul-Locking Needles was not only for revenge, but also because he was determined to obtain the secret that had caused the three great families to break ties.
The Soul-Locking Needle in the inheritance is extremely mysterious. It can seal the meridians and suppress the spiritual power, causing the recipient to fall into chaos without worrying about spiritual backlash.
At this moment, Tang Long's sea of consciousness was wide open, making it the perfect time to investigate.
I must thank Xuanjizi for the soul-searching technique he mentioned a few days ago; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of using this method.
Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, put his right index and middle fingers together, and gently placed them on Tang Long's forehead.
A wisp of extremely fine spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, piercing through the skin like a needle, and slowly probing towards Tang Long's sea of consciousness along the residual force of the silver needle at the Baihui acupoint.
This is the starting move for soul searching, which must be done extremely slowly and gently. If the mental energy is too agitated, it will shatter the opponent's memory fragments.
Too weak, and unable to penetrate the instinctive barrier of the sea of consciousness.
Just as he touched the edge of his sea of consciousness, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly felt a chaotic resistance.
Tang Long's sea of consciousness was like a swamp shrouded in thick fog, with countless fragmented memories floating in it.
There are blurry images of him fighting and arguing with others as a child, the sinister look in his eyes as he schemes against his rivals at a drinking party as an adult, and the various crimes he committed after getting back from the Jiang family...
These fragments were like rootless duckweed, scattering at the slightest touch. Jiang Xiaochuan didn't waste his senses trying to grasp them; instead, he transformed his spiritual power into a transparent thread.
He followed the faint fluctuations deep within his consciousness that were related to the "Murong family".
People's memories of important secrets always leave a deeper imprint on their consciousness. Even if Tang Long deliberately concealed it, the instinctive mental connection could not be hidden.
After passing through the chaos, a corner of light suddenly appeared deep within his sea of consciousness.
A memory fragment so clear it was almost frozen in time, as if deliberately preserved by Tang Long's subconscious.
This memory fragment is his conversation with Murong Bogu.
From the conversation, Jiang Xiaochuan learned that Tang Long had indeed told Murong Bogu the secret he knew.
However, he gave Murong Bogu false information.
Jiang Xiaochuan could clearly sense Tang Long's thoughts in this memory:
He wanted to lead the Murong family astray, wasting their energy in the wrong direction, and then find an opportunity to go to the real secret realm to reap the benefits after the major families had fought to the point of exhaustion.
However, Tang Long's calculations overlooked Murong Bogu's vigilance.
Jiang Xiaochuan's mental power detected another, more hidden memory:
After hearing this secret, Murong Bogu immediately offered to give the Crimson Cloud Manor to Tang Long as a reward.
In Tang Long's memory, "Chixia Manor" was an overseas property of the Murong family.
He thought it was a "reward" from the Murong family and was secretly pleased with himself.
From God's perspective, Jiang Xiaochuan saw through Murong Bogu's intentions. He clearly wanted to wait until the matter of the secret realm was resolved before dealing with this pawn who knew too much.
Jiang Xiaochuan's mental energy paused on this memory, capturing Tang Long's true thoughts about why he was here.
He just wanted to see himself forced to his death by the three powerful families, to vent his hatred.
In this memory, Tang Long hid in the bushes outside the gate of Dingyun Palace, watching Jiang Xiaochuan walk into the cable car. His smile was so wide it almost reached his ears, but he never expected to fall into his trap.
Only when his mental energy touched the deepest fragments of Tang Long's buried memories did Jiang Xiaochuan slowly pull his thoughts back.
There is no doubt that the real secret is hidden here.
He became extremely alert and quickly realized that Tang Long had overheard Jiang Zhenyue and Elder Jin's conversation, thus learning the secret that everyone was searching for.
From this memory, Jiang Xiaochuan learned that the Jiang family was not initially among the six great families.
However, they were able to enter the secluded world, and even after being expelled from it, they still maintained their position as one of the six great families... The reason for this was that the Jiang family possessed a strange book that had been passed down from ancient times.
The book details a mysterious place where, every three hundred years, a treasure called "Spiritual Essence" is born.
The magic of "Spiritual Essence" lies in its ability to awaken the power of one's bloodline in ordinary people.
It is important to know that in ancient times, the world was full of spiritual energy, and almost every clan member had the ability to awaken their bloodline.
In this light, it seems reasonable to awaken the power of one's bloodline by relying on "spiritual essence".
Jiang Xiaochuan speculated that the so-called "spiritual essence" must be the condensation of extremely abundant spiritual energy, perhaps similar to that of the Dragon Jade.
It is precisely because of "spiritual essence" that the Jiang family is guaranteed to produce a bloodline awakener every three hundred years, thus establishing its current status.
Jiang Xiaochuan's fingers tightened unconsciously; he couldn't help but recall what Zhuge Mingkong had said before:
The foundation of a family's legacy has never been wealth, but bloodline.
If a family produces a bloodline awakener, they will have the opportunity to return to the secluded world and absorb the abundant spiritual energy there.
No wonder the major families were fighting each other openly and secretly for this secret; it turns out there was such an astonishing reason behind it.
Upon further exploration, Jiang Xiaochuan was surprised to discover that this mysterious place was actually located in Xishan.
Coincidentally, he had passed by nearby just a few days earlier, on the way up the cliff to the headquarters of the Yan Tribe, at the foot of the cliff.
In other words, the spiritual energy that is about to be born is right beneath Yan Lü's feet.
From Tang Long's memories, Jiang Xiaochuan learned that the news was absolutely true.
Moreover, Xishan is located in a remote and secluded area. Most importantly, there is a faint spiritual energy gathering there, so it seems reasonable that such a magical treasure would appear there.
"Jiang Zhenyue, you are indeed ruthless, but you never expected that Tang Long was the mantis stalking the cicada behind you."
Jiang Xiaochuan was overjoyed, and it was all thanks to Tang Long's reckless actions that he didn't know such a good thing was happening.
He withdrew his spiritual power and looked at Tang Long, who was still as still as a puppet, with a sharp glint in his eyes.
The only people who truly know the truth about "Spiritual Essence" are probably him and Jiang Zhenyue.
The Murong family is blindly searching with false information, while other aristocratic families are completely unaware. He may well have a chance to compete for the Western Mountain Secret Realm a month from now.
Raising his hand, Jiang Xiaochuan pulled out the silver needles from Tang Long's body, then gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips and poured it into Tang Long's Baihui acupoint once more.
Soon, Tang Long's breathing stopped. This "tycoon" who had dominated the underworld of Beijing for many years had made a name for himself through scheming and manipulation.
Now it lies dead like a dog in the cramped cable car cabin, without even a proper ending.