Chapter 54: Mystic Arts

Qin Qing wanted Wu Yong to stay, so she could explore the contemporary Mystic Sect up close.

At the same time, Wu Yong genuinely had the talent to work in the studio. When Qin Qing was away, Wu Yong could also hold down the fort.

One thing needed to be resolved first.

Qin Qing: “If your goal is to learn, I’m afraid the studio can’t satisfy you. You yourself said that my school of thought is different from yours, so I can’t teach you.”

Wu Yong: “It’s okay, you don’t need to teach me, boss. I’m a quick learner; I can pick things up just by observing.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I will.”

“…”

Probably feeling she was too forceful, Wu Yong added: “It’s not just for that; it’s better to learn from various sources. If I can’t learn, I can also help out with practical matters here, which is better than being invited to chant scriptures all day long at the temple to calm my mind.”

“It’s also a kind of experience; my senior brother is quite supportive of me coming out to see the world,” she concluded.

Qin Qing handed her a piece of paper: “Salary, work schedule, daily benefits, and precautions are all listed here. Take a look first, consider it carefully, and if there are no problems, go out and find HR to sign the contract.”

Wu Yong was straightforward: “I have no problems.”

Not even going to discuss the salary?

True, this person presides over the flourishing Baiyun Temple, so she probably doesn’t care about these small sums; a few thousand or tens of thousands make no difference to her.

Including Wu Yong, a total of 4 sales representatives were hired, two men and two women.

The studio instantly became vibrant.

Several students had to return to school, and Chen Moqing was the most reluctant.

She clung to Qin Qing’s arm: “Boss, I’ll come back to work for you on weekends.”

That’s not necessary.

With your father Chen Daguang’s financial power, wanting to donate 100,000 yuan whenever he sees a God of Wealth, there’s really no need for you to work so hard.

Earning money from me only to invest it in other God of Wealth Halls is less effective than convincing your dad to give all his money to me, and then you can work for me for free.

Chen Moqing: “Boss, you… you sound so much like a capitalist now, you’ve lost your master’s aura.”

“After all, masters also need to eat.”

Jokes aside, the young girl, who loved cultivation novels, genuinely expressed her reluctance to part with Qin Qing.

Qin Qing secretly gave her a task.

Although she had used the excuse of an interview to ask Wu Yong many things, she could only go so far. More detailed matters were difficult to ask, but it was perfect for Chen Moqing, the curious girl, to inquire.

Qin Qing didn’t state it too directly; she just quietly told Chen Moqing about Wu Yong’s identity.

The girl’s eyes lit up: “The young sect leader of a sect, boss, her background is even more impressive than yours!”

Qin Qing chuckled.

“Then you two spend more time together and ask her about the things you’re interested in. I’m a non-mainstream Mystic Sect practitioner; many things are clearer to mainstream schools like theirs.”

“Boss, you’re too kind!”

Qin Qing smiled.

After all, your boss Qin also wants to know.

Chen Moqing’s skill was undeniable. She was young, cute, good at acting spoiled, and had boundless curiosity. When she looked at you with that adoring gaze, how could you refuse her requests?

Under Chen Moqing’s persistent questioning and the curious assistance of other studio employees, Wu Yong reluctantly said, “Isn’t the boss also a Practitioners of Xuanmen (Mystic Arts)? Why are you still curious about this?”

Chen Moqing: “The boss is non-mainstream, she said so herself.”

Lu Yang said: “The boss is a Mystic Sect academic. She usually gives direct answers to problems and rarely explains the solution process.”

Qin Fanghao: “The boss is the boss, after all. How dare we ask her these questions? She might think we’re childish.”

Wu Yong had no choice but to give her new colleagues popular science lessons every now and then.

A picture of the modern Mystic Sect slowly unfolded before her.

According to Wu Yong’s narration:

In this world, there are no gods, no ghosts, no demons, no devils.

The profundity of Mystic Sect refers to Mystic Arts.

The profundity of Mystic Arts refers to a person’s perception of the laws and energy of heaven and earth.

Among these, some people have strong perceptions, while others have weak ones. This perception is a Talent, and it is relatively difficult to cultivate later in life.

Wu Yong belongs to the type of person who is naturally more perceptive.

Mystic Arts is a discipline that can be studied; it is metaphysics. What is studied are the rules governing the operation of things, and the energy that manipulates these rules.

This set of rules is different from scientific truths, which can be perceived and understood by everyone. It can only be glimpsed in part by those who have a perception of it.

To put it boldly, metaphysics has a broader scope than science; it encompasses science.

Wu Yong: “Our Taoism has always encouraged believers to believe in science because the two do not conflict. For example, the well-known Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and the scriptures of various sects are all summaries by our ancestors of the laws governing the operation of heaven and earth. In essence, they are no different from Newton’s first, second, and third laws.”

“These things are everywhere online, right in front of everyone. The public either doesn’t see them or, even if they do, doesn’t feel anything, because most people don’t have a ‘perception’ of ‘mystery.’ Even those with ‘perception’ Talent, without systematic study, can at most feel peace when chanting scriptures themselves, or have stronger intuition than ordinary people.”

“Some people also say they have yin-yang eyes, or have encountered ghosts, etc. They did indeed see things, but what they saw were not ghosts, but rather a mass of energy reactions. For example, ‘Pharaoh’s Serpent,’ a child who hasn’t studied chemistry would find it a very magical thing. What is seen when encountering ghosts is actually something similar.”

Chen Moqing was very disappointed. It turned out that modern cultivation could not move mountains or fill seas, could not fly into the sky or burrow into the ground, and there were no immortals who could ascend.

Wu Yong stroked her chin: “Ascension, it was rumored to exist in the past. However, the energy of heaven and earth is relatively weak now, and no one can verify it. But I think. When the energy was strong in the past, perhaps some ancestors opened the door to space-time, which is what was called ascension.”

Lu Yang cupped her face and asked for guidance: “Is this what is referred to as the so-called Age of Dharma Decline?”

Wu Yong: “Hahaha, the Age of Dharma Decline is an amateur term. The strength of energy is cyclical; it just happens to be in its low period right now.”

“Understood, sliding from a low period to a high boom period is ‘spiritual energy recovery’,” Lu Yang shrieked, “No wonder novels about spiritual energy recovery are so popular now. I think the first author to write about this topic must also have been a Practitioners of Xuanmen (Mystic Arts), getting inspiration from the trend of energy cycle strength and weakness.”

Everyone looked at him.

“Why are you looking at me? Am I wrong? It’s very logical.”

Liang Jian: “Don’t mind him, he gets a bit crazy every now and then.”

Chen Moqing: “Sister, let’s continue.”

Surrounded by a group of people, Wu Yong didn’t even have time to drink water.

She helplessly said, “That’s pretty much it. What else do you want to hear?”

“Mystic Arts!” Chen Moqing said, “I’m most curious about this. Can Mystic Arts interfere with bad things from happening?”

Wu Yong shook her head: “To be precise, it’s not interference, but rather adaptation. Learning the rules, adapting to the rules, and finding better outcomes for the Mystic Arts practitioner from within those rules. For example, by learning the rules of refrigeration and adapting to the cooling effect, humans developed air conditioning.”

“These things, simple to say, are incredibly difficult to learn and apply. So far, from what I’ve heard, only the boss has the strongest ability.” Wu Yong genuinely admired her, “The boss adapts to the rules and gets the best results from them, as if she can see the rules of this world. That’s why I came here.”

The studio staff didn’t expect such a conclusion. Their own boss was praised in return.

Everyone felt honored.

Chen Moqing clenched her fists, excited: “I knew it, the boss came from a hidden sect to save all living beings.”

Wu Yong was also full of fighting spirit: “Boss, you are the next stop in my cultivation.”

And she was determined to achieve it.

Qin Qing: “…”

She knew it. When she used the name of the Mystic Sect, the Mystic Sect was observing her. If she couldn’t know herself and her enemy, the real Mystic Sect might just flatten her like a minor boss.

Listen to that, what kind of talk is that?

She was Wu Yong’s next stop in cultivation?

Was this guy planning to kill her to prove her path?

Okay, it’s not that exaggerated.

But Qin Qing’s sense of crisis regarding the Mystic Sect was absolutely necessary. Although it seemed now that she was stronger.

One day, Wu Yong found Qin Qing.

“Boss, I have a question I’d like to ask, but I’m not sure if I should.”

Qin Qing glanced at her, feeling a bit uneasy: “I suggest you don’t say it.”

If she were asked some metaphysical “professional” question, she was only six out of seven orifices open.

Wu Yong: TAT

“Boss, you can’t do that.”

How can you act spoiled? That’s against the rules!

“Say it, say it.”

Wu Yong’s crying face instantly turned into a smiling one.

“Boss, I just wanted to ask, I’ve been with the company for a few days now. I’ve observed for a long time and found that our company’s layout has absolutely no Feng Shui concept, and some places even violate some Feng Shui taboos. Of course, I must state first that my skills are not refined enough to understand the deeper meaning. So I came to ask you, is there any profound meaning in what we’re doing?”

Qin Qing: “…”

She knew it. Letting this guy talk was like shooting herself in the foot.

“You’re absolutely right,” Qin Qing bluffed, “I did this on purpose. Do you remember a line on our cultural wall?”

“Which line?”

“You’ll remember it better if you go see it yourself.”

Wu Yong, like a curious, obedient student, went to look at the cultural wall.

She came back and said, “It’s better not to believe in superstition than to believe in it completely?”

Qin Qing: “Exactly. As a metaphysical unit, we lead by example, telling our clients, and even more so, telling our non-Mystic Sect colleagues who work with us, that destiny is in my hands, not in Feng Shui, not in metaphysics, not anywhere else.”

Wu Yong thought it made some sense, but felt something was off. However, the boss spoke with such righteousness that she felt it was probably her own cultivation that was insufficient to grasp the true meaning.

Seeing that she had managed to bluff her way through, Qin Qing quickly slipped away.

But this wasn’t a sustainable solution; she couldn’t rely on bluffing for everything in the future.

She needed to do something to awe this Academic Faction.

After much thought, Qin Qing’s idea still landed on the System Panel’s Transplant Function.

She purchased a Crystal Ball the size of a basketball and transplanted the System Panel’s background color function.

Unlike before, she found that when transplanting this background color, it cost one extra Energy Point, allowing the Crystal Ball to be made into a non-disposable item.

The result was that as long as someone placed their hand on the Crystal Ball, the person’s System Panel color would be displayed inside the Crystal Ball.

The metaphysical effect was maximized!

And Qin Qing didn’t need to re-copy and paste it every time. It could still work even without her.

She wasn’t afraid of losing it either.

In her territory, this was a ball of destiny for testing good and bad fortune.

If someone dared to come and steal it, she would simply disconnect the transplant binding, and the other party would only get a glass ball.

Qin Qing’s loss would not exceed one thousand yuan.

The moment the Orb of Destiny was created, Qin Qing couldn’t help but laugh maniacally like a villain.

Tremble, Academic Faction!