Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 431 - 430: The True Void Travel Talisman

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After the thought was clear, Ge Dongxu stopped pondering the danger he had faced before and, with a light tap of his foot, released his True Qi outward. Like a great bird, he truly took off and flew away from Ge Family Village in the blink of an eye.

Under the night sky, Ge Dongxu felt the airflow between heaven and earth as the released True Qi flowed like water, continuously changing shape and perfectly enacting the dynamics of aerodynamics.

The higher and faster Ge Dongxu flew, the closer the bright moon in the sky seemed within reach, and he couldn’t help but think of the "Ode to the Tune of Water Melody" written by Su Shi.

When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup and ask the blue sky. I do not know what year it is in the heavens above, What evening is it there this very night? I’d like to ride the wind and soar home, Yet fear the crystal and jade halls, so tall, Would be too cold up so high!

Before, he could never truly appreciate this piece of ancient poetry, but now, all of a sudden, he really understood it.

If one day he could really ascend, where would he go? Would it be a place filled with crystal halls? Would it really be too cold up in the high places?

Thinking this, Ge Dongxu looked down and realized he had flown to the mountainside in one breath.

Not until then did he feel the flow of his True Qi no longer as smooth as water, and he gently landed on the crown of a tree, slightly adjusted his breath, and then took off again.

This time, Ge Dongxu reached the peak of Baiyun Mountain in one breath.

Standing on the summit and looking down, every mountain peak in the dark night resembled silent monsters squatting down.

Ge Dongxu’s heart stirred slightly, his hands formed a spell, and he uttered softly, "Fire, come!"

"Whoosh whoosh!" Out of nowhere, gusts of scorching breath blew in from all directions, then condensed into a sea of fire in the air, flickering with tongues of flame.

"Rain, come!" Ge Dongxu called out again, and in the blink of an eye, a small cluster of dark clouds formed at the summit, and rain poured down, extinguishing the sea of fire.

No wonder the "Baopu Nine Pill Mysterious Scripture" records that one must reach the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer before one’s heart can follow one’s will and use the Void Travel Talisman.

The heart here actually refers to the physical heart. Only a strong heart can supply enough energy to the brain the moment a thought arises. The reason why I was able to use the Void Travel Talisman at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer before was solely due to my spiritual power being extraordinarily strong, equivalent to having pre-stored enough mental energy to use the talisman, a situation that is not sustainable.

Now, I am truly having ’the heart following the will’, truly using the Void Travel Talisman!

Feeling the Void Travel Talisman operating more smoothly and feeling his heart beat powerfully following his thoughts, not only continuously supplying blood and energy to his brain but also sending streams of True Qi to nourish his spirit in the Sea of Consciousness, Ge Dongxu realized not only what the scriptures meant when they said one needs to reach the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer to use the Void Travel Talisman, but he also seemed to have touched on some profound secret. Yet when he tried to think about it, there was not the slightest clue.

But Ge Dongxu knew that he had definitely touched upon a profound secret of the universe; it was just that this secret was lacking a moment of epiphany - a very profound feeling.

This was a bit like when we encounter someone on the road whom we feel we have met before, but we are sure this person is not a friend nor someone with whom we have had any interaction. It is not until one day when we meet another person that we suddenly realize the previous one was a friend of theirs, whom we had seen once at their house.

Ge Dongxu’s current situation was somewhat similar; he felt as though he had touched on some secret, but upon careful reflection, he couldn’t understand anything.

Ge Dongxu did not immerse himself in this sensation but quickly pulled himself out of it.

Ge Dongxu was very clear that racking his brains and pondering in vain would not help. Some things must be let go when it’s time to let go; one cannot force it.

Ge Dongxu stood on the summit until the Mao Hour, finished his Mao Hour cultivation, and then rose to descend from the mountain.

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Descending the mountain, Ge Dongxu made a detour to his master’s grave site to clean the cemetery and the Taoist temple before returning home.

It was already late August by then, and school would start soon. In a few days’ time, his senior brother, fully recovered from his leg injury, would also come to pay respects to their master. Consequently, Ge Dongxu decided not to go to the Provincial Capital but instead planned to spend some quality time with his parents and consolidate his Cultivation.

Even though cultivation should be pursued relentlessly, Ge Dongxu knew that his progress had been extraordinarily fast and that it still required time to settle and stabilize.

In the following days, aside from helping his father, Ge Dongxu was engrossed in Meditation, refining his state of mind. He no longer set up a Spirit Gathering Formation during the Zi Hour and Mao Hour to absorb nature’s spiritual energy, but focused on tempering the True Qi within his body, making it purer and more condensed. Whenever he had spare time, Ge Dongxu would also practice Techniques and Qinggong.

To call it Qinggong was actually no longer quite appropriate; perhaps Flight with Control of Qi was more fitting.

Now if Ge Dongxu was willing to persist, he could fly straight to the Peak of Baiyun Mountain in one go. How could such a feat be achieved by mere qinggong?

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Tokyo, in the suburbs, a villa halfway up a mountain.

A man dressed in kimono knelt behind a table, flanked by two voluptuous women with fair skin, also dressed in kimonos.

In front of the table, a man in black knelt on one knee.

"Do you suspect that Matsukawa Nozomu is related to the failure of the Medan mission?" the kimono-clad man asked coldly, his eyes revealing a sinister gleam.

"Yes, leader. According to my investigation these past few days, there are numerous doubts about the failure of the Medan mission. The biggest doubt is, only our people died, with the Brahmo Family suffering no losses," the man in black replied.

"Such actions would not benefit Matsukawa Nozomu in the slightest unless he..." the kimono-clad man mused upon hearing this, but stopped mid-sentence and waved his hand dismissively at the man in black, "You may step down. There is no need for you to investigate this matter further."

"Yes, leader," the man in black acknowledged and withdrew.

After the man in black had left, the kimono-clad man stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "It seems Chen Jiateng has backers. No matter the reason, the fact that Matsukawa Nozomu colluded with him to cover up this matter cannot be left unresolved."

He then turned his head to look at the woman on his right and said, "Yamaguchi Haruko, find an opportunity to make contact with Matsukawa Nozomu and coax the truth out of him."

"Hai! Leader," the woman bowed deeply to the kimono-clad man.

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Several days later, in Ginza, the busiest district of Tokyo.

Inside a luxurious room of a tall skyscraper, Matsukawa Nozomu watched with fervent eyes as Yamaguchi Haruko slowly removed her clothes in front of him with extremely seductive movements.

"Matsukawa-kun, look into my eyes, are my eyes beautiful?" Yamaguchi Haruko wrapped her arms around Matsukawa Nozomu’s neck, gazing at him with watery and seductive eyes, and asked in an enchanting voice.

Matsukawa Nozomu, already enraptured by Yamaguchi Haruko, did as he was told and looked into her provocative eyes.