After seeing Leng Qianqiu off, Ye Ming sat alone in the courtyard, organizing all the information he had at hand, not missing a single detail.
"Project Dawn, with a visible presence in China and Brother Leng in the underground forces, should be able to unfold to the greatest extent."
Ye Ming gently tapped the stone table, his brows furrowing and then relaxing. "Abroad, Lolita is in charge of the general direction, and Yekawa Sagong can also make arrangements in the Eastern Island Country. With their abilities, I don't need to worry!"
"Now, the only place that is difficult to intervene in is the world's recognized strongest empire." Ye Ming stood up, walked to the artificial lake nearby, looked at his reflection in the water, and smiled lightly. "It seems I have to go abroad with Qianyu to spread our Chinese culinary culture."
Now, among the cultivators behind the scenes, the restraint of ancestral teachings is no longer firm. They are waiting, waiting for an opportunity to descend again.
And Ye Ming must make all his arrangements before they truly descend.
"That's right! Grandpa Yan said before that the Presidential Palace would soon make a move against me."
At this moment, Ye Ming suddenly remembered another issue.
That was the cultivators hidden behind the Presidential Palace.
From the current perspective, the cultivators behind the military and the cultivators behind the Presidential Palace clearly do not belong to the same force.
They have different purposes.
Thinking of this, Ye Ming's pupils narrowed, and a guess flashed through his mind. He murmured, "Could it be... the cultivators behind the Presidential Palace do not intend to violate the ancestral teachings?"
After careful consideration, it seemed to be the case.
The military's purpose was not to prevent Ye Ming from spreading cultivation methods, and they even secretly restrained the Presidential Palace from disrupting Ye Ming's plans.
What they wanted was simply to find a more obedient "leader."
As for the Presidential Palace, they initially intended to use the power of the Ancient Martial Arts Association to arrest Ye Ming and also planned to clear all cultivation methods from the market.
However, they did not expect that the Ancient Martial Arts Association was already controlled by the military, which led to the failure of their plan.
Now it seems that everything the Presidential Palace has done is to prevent the "Age of Cultivation" from arriving.
"Interesting! This way, I might be able to make good use of this!"
Thinking of this, Ye Ming's lips curled into his signature charming smile.
"Brother Ming! What are you smiling about?"
At this moment, Yan Yinluo came to Ye Ming's side at some unknown time. Seeing his slightly mischievous smile, she always felt that he was scheming something.
"Cough! It's... nothing!"
Seeing Yan Yinluo's suspicious little eyes, Ye Ming cleared his throat and changed the subject. "How is it! Do you feel any discomfort anywhere in your body?"
"Body?"
Hearing this, Yan Yinluo carefully felt her body's condition and smiled sweetly. "No! I don't feel anything unusual at all!"
"That's good!"
Ye Ming held her delicate hand, and a trace of white energy flowed into her body. After a moment, he carefully probed her.
"Yinluo! I'll explain your path of cultivation to you in detail!"
Ye Ming pulled her to a nearby stone chair and explained the cultivation methods related to the path of sound to her.
Talents like Yan Yinluo, who are particularly sensitive to a certain path, are also extremely rare.
Of course, this is still somewhat different from the category of "Spirits."
Spirits!
They are abilities bestowed by heaven, gifts from all things, and a talent that cannot be acquired through any cultivation later in life.
Take Fang Junxue as an example. As an "Ice Spirit," once she enters the Primordial Realm, after the Qi of all things within her body advances to Primordial Power, the Primordial Power she condenses will inherently possess a "Zero Realm" attribute.
The existence of this attribute will make her Primordial Power extremely terrifying. Compared to Ice Primordial Power with other attributes, it is completely on a different level.
To put it simply, ordinary Ice Primordial Power can freeze flowing water, perhaps the water vapor in the air, and turn it into an offensive means. Further advanced, Ice Primordial Power with special attributes can freeze rivers and large bodies of water, or even directly freeze the blood flowing in an opponent's body.
Such an ability is already terrifying.
However, Fang Junxue, as an Ice Spirit, her Ice Primordial Power with the "Zero Realm" attribute, if cultivated to a very high level, can freeze space, and even time.
Even, it can directly freeze the human soul.
These are things that Ice Primordial Power with other attributes can never possess.
This... is the defying nature of "Spirits."
As for talents like Yan Yinluo, who are specifically attuned to a certain path, apart from a small part of innate factors, a larger part is related to her environment during growth.
Path of Sound!
As the name suggests, it is the path of sound.
All things have sound, and all things originate from sound.
If Yan Yinluo can cultivate this path to its extreme, she will not be weaker than a "Spirit."
Spirits! They only have a strong innate advantage, and if this gift is not cherished later in life, it will be in vain.
Conversely, talents comprehended later in life, as long as they are cultivated to their extreme, can also soar through the heavens.
...
Half an hour later.
"So, as long as I cultivate diligently, I can become a very powerful cultivator in the future!" After listening to Ye Ming's systematic explanation, Yan Yinluo also understood the preciousness of her talent.
"Of course! Think about it, when facing thousands of troops, our Queen Yinluo alone, with a zither and a song, can obliterate them all with a wave of her hand. The scene, the aura, the impact... tsk tsk tsk!"
Speaking of this, Ye Ming couldn't help but shake his head, it was too vivid.
As expected, after hearing this, Yan Yinluo began to imagine that scene in her mind, and her lips unconsciously curved into a beautiful arc. "Wow! I didn't expect I was so amazing!"
At this moment, her imagination seemed to have come true.
Seeing this, Ye Ming couldn't help but chuckle. His large eyes stared at her, watching her still lost in her own world.
A few minutes later.
Yan Yinluo slowly came back to her senses. The first thing she saw was Ye Ming looking at her with a half-smile. "Feeling good about fighting a thousand troops alone, aren't you!"
"Ah!"
At this moment, Yan Yinluo clearly felt her lips were a little wet. She looked down and saw her entire small face blushing like a ripe apple, so red it looked like it could squeeze out juice.
"Ah! I'm so embarrassed! I... I actually drooled! Ah..."
At this moment, Yan Yinluo wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it.
It was too shameful.
On the other hand, Ye Ming was quite enjoying the shy appearance of the beauty in front of him.
The current Yan Yinluo was like a bud about to bloom, delicate and bright, making one want to get closer.
"Brother... Brother Ming! You... you're too bad!"
Seeing him still gloating, Yan Yinluo clenched her small fists and punched Ye Ming's chest.
Too bad!
Her actions were no different from a lamb entering a tiger's mouth.
"Mmm!"
As expected, in the next second, this little lamb was bitten by a fierce tiger and completely lost the ability to resist.
She could only let the other party... have whatever they wanted!