Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Sudden Changes in the Three Great Lakes! Expansion of the Sea of Consciousness!

The so-called ’sublimation’ should be the spiritual power condensing into form, emitting a mental suppression that can sway candle flames.

This mental suppression can affect real objects from a distance, and if used to attack an enemy, it won’t just be a simple scare for ordinary people.

"Unexpectedly, the Sword Gourd Spirit Sense, which had made no progress despite my hard pondering, was able to break through thanks to the second half of ’Sword Gourd Journey’ sent by the County Governor..."

Chu Ming smiled.

But in the next instant, his expression changed dramatically.

In his mind, the lakes of the Mountain Scripture and Cultivation Technique suddenly surged violently, the surface boiling like hot water, with large bubbles rising up.

After these scorching bubbles rose, they first hovered in midair to gather strength, and then suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the water sphere above the Book Collection Lake.

Bang bang bang—

The water sphere and bubbles clashed like sworn enemies, and in a moment, the water sphere was shattered into pieces.

But that’s not all, the bubbles seemed unwilling to let the water sphere go, and they continued to sweep the shattered pieces of the water sphere from the Mountain Scripture Lake and Cultivation Technique Lake.

Until the pieces of the water sphere completely dissipated, and everything seemed to return to silence.

One couldn’t say they dissipated; more precisely, the pieces were swallowed and absorbed by the scorching bubbles.

Chu Ming frowned slightly.

With the water sphere dissipated, he found himself unable to perform spiritual sublimation.

Yet, while he was still puzzled, another anomaly arose in his mind.

The scorching bubbles that had previously attacked the water sphere suddenly hovered above the Book Collection Lake and merged into one gigantic bubble.

Then, with a ’pop’, the bubble shattered, not breaking into pieces, but directly turning into white mist, drifting and dispersing in all directions.

Originally, in Chu Ming’s mind, there were only three big lakes and the visible surroundings. Beyond that, everything was a dim grey, and further still, like an abyss of endless darkness.

But now, the white mist was like valiant warriors expanding territory, wherever they went, the grey retreated quickly, and the visible range expanded rapidly.

With every inch it expanded, Chu Ming felt his spiritual power increase slightly.

Indeed, his spiritual power was rapidly increasing.

But Chu Ming felt that this wasn’t just spiritual power, but something even more mystical.

"Sword Gourd Spirit Sense... Spirit Sense... Sea of Consciousness..."

Chu Ming had a feeling that the water sphere formed by the Sword Gourd Spirit Sense was a conglomeration of spiritual power, but the white mist now was a more profound power that had emerged from swallowing the water sphere, and the expanded range was akin to a ’Sea of Consciousness’.

His definition of the ’Sea of Consciousness’ was the fusion of endless knowledge, a qualitative change from quantitative change, plus some fortuitous conditions, nurturing a special existence constructed by an extraordinary power, transcending beyond the mind.

He temporarily named this extraordinary power ’Spiritual Sense Power’.

For a long time, after the white mist’s rapid expansion in the early stage, because the supply speed of water from the Book Collection Lake slowed down, the expansion speed of the Sea of Consciousness also slowed down.

Chu Ming’s heart moved slightly, and his eyes instantly focused, the candle flame flickered, and he was able to exert the ability of mental suppression once again, but not through spiritual power, but by the stronger and more mystical Spiritual Sense Power.

"Three times the dense Qi Blood... Qi Blood Fusion martial skill... Tiger and Python Blood Burning Technique... mental suppression exerted by Spiritual Sense Power..."

Chu Ming’s gaze passed through the window, looking at the yellowish sky, a few shadows chattered and flew past, seeming to frolic or perhaps to hunt.

"I wonder if my current strength can challenge Refining Organ Perfection, or perhaps... the Meridian Unlocking Realm."

"..."

"Young Master, dinner’s ready."

Outside, Little Shan’s voice came through.

Chu Ming withdrew his Spiritual Sense Power and got up to leave the room.

As soon as he opened the door, the familiar aroma of food wafted into his nostrils.

There was a pavilion in the center of the courtyard, and Little Shan had already prepared everything, just waiting to be seated.

"Young Master, eat this, it has black ginseng in it." Little Shan filled a bowl and handed it to Chu Ming.

Chu Ming looked at Little Shan: "Eat together."

The Centennial Black Ginseng given by Xiang Yue, he had Little Shan cook one each day, of which he ate eighty percent and left twenty percent for Little Shan.

The twenty percent was already very nourishing for Little Shan, any more and he feared this little girl’s nosebleed would start from over-supplementing.

"Young Master, I wonder if Grandpa Fang is eating well in the barracks."

Halfway through the meal, Little Shan’s face, which was much rosy than in Liuu Town, showed some concern.

"Don’t worry, your Grandpa Fang is now the Commander’s Personal Attendant of the Tiger Armor Army and won’t lack food."

Chu Ming reassured her and continued eating.

Housekeeper Fang over there had Xiang Yue, the Commander, personally watching over him, so there wouldn’t be much trouble.

Moreover, when he left, he left Housekeeper Fang ten pieces of Centennial Black Ginseng and even more advanced cultivation techniques.

Unless there’s an accident, Housekeeper Fang should have already started tempering his bones.

Having eaten seven or eight bowls of rice, Chu Ming felt a warm sensation in his stomach, a sign that his body was absorbing the medicinal power of the Centennial Black Ginseng.

"Young Master, look how round the moon is tonight."

Little Shan, while clearing the dishes, pointed at the bright moon under the night sky.

"Yes, it’s quite round, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching."

Chu Ming didn’t return to his room to read immediately.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is when the moon is the roundest in the year.

"Mid-Autumn Festival...," excitement flashed across Little Shan’s face, "I wonder if the lanterns in the County City are more beautiful than those in Baiyuan County..."

"Right, Young Master, I remember you love osmanthus cakes, so I’ll make some for you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

In the Great Qin Dynasty, the Mid-Autumn Festival had several traditions, including lanterns, moon-gazing, eating osmanthus cakes, and drinking osmanthus wine.

"Okay."

Chu Ming responded, patting Little Shan’s hair, "Make plenty."

Little Shan became more excited: "Then I’ll make twenty for you... no, fifty... and then send ten to Grandpa Fang."

"Young Master, can the osmanthus cakes be delivered to the Tiger Armor Army’s station?"

"..."

Like a morning bird, Little Shan chirped non-stop.

This was the liveliness a teenage girl should have.

But this little girl’s mouth promptly snapped shut after Chu Ming said one sentence.

"If only you put this energy into studying and martial arts." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"..."

Watching a red-faced Little Shan run away, Chu Ming shook his head and returned to the house.

The moon was bright, and the night passed sleeplessly.

With the Sea of Consciousness developed, Chu Ming no longer needed to sleep. As long as the Book Collection Lake didn’t dry up, his spiritual power was inexhaustible.

And the way to replenish the Book Collection Lake was by reading, which meant the more he read, the larger the Book Collection Lake became, allowing more spiritual power to be derived, and the stronger the Spiritual Sense Power became.

The stronger the Spiritual Sense Power, the more grey mist was dispelled, and the larger the Sea of Consciousness grew.

When morning came, Little Shan’s voice came from the courtyard again: "Young Master, breakfast is ready."

The breakfast also was abundant, with black ginseng added to the meat porridge, there were also soup-filled buns, pastries, beef, and more.

Chu Ming was eating.

"Such a delightful aroma!"

A familiar voice rang out.

Shen Yu, uncharacteristically dressed in an official’s robe, wearing an official’s hat, walked in without concern for his image, sat down on a stool, and began eating the buns and pastries, as if he was at home.

"Brother Shen, what’s this about...?"

Chu Ming asked curiously, seeing his outfit.

"I’ve been promoted, to Chief Historian."

Chief Historian?

"Congratulations, Brother Shen." Chu Ming signaled Little Shan to serve another bowl of porridge.

The position of Chief Historian was a senior fifth-grade official title, and Brother Shen had jumped several ranks from being a Junior Eighth-Grade Instructor!

"Haha, if a youngster like you can get promoted, as your elder brother, I surely can’t fall behind."

Shen Yu stuffed several pastries into his mouth, smiled at Little Shan as she brought the porridge, and said, "You’re doing well, girl. I think I’ll stay here from now on."