Volume Three: The Tenfold Meaning of the Dao Chapter 71: Reunion

On the city roads, a modified Land Rover surged forward like an enraged lion, tearing across the streets at breakneck speed. Drifting, overtaking, accelerating—its driving had long since crossed into violation. Two traffic officers prepared to intercept, but by the time they started their vehicle, the other car was already out of sight; they couldn’t even recall the license plate number. How could they possibly give chase?

News of the incident filtered up through electronic surveillance, reaching the city’s traffic bureau and then being passed higher still. When everyone saw the license plate, silence fell in an instant. This plate belonged to the Dragon Unit—a group with exemption from all regulations. In other words, running red lights and such meant nothing to them.

At the Marriott Hotel, Wang Hao personally received his guests. Welcoming three martial arts masters was a source of great joy, especially upon hearing that Qin Yang would soon arrive. He ordered a feast and strong wine to be prepared, waiting eagerly for Qin Yang’s arrival.

Meanwhile, at Xinghai Investment Group, Gong Hai’s face was filled with bewilderment. In just one afternoon, eight group companies had demanded their funds be returned. He tried to inquire, but the other parties refused to explain, making excuses to avoid him. Frustrated, Gong Hai realized that all relationships in Bincheng and even across the country had been carefully cultivated. As long as they didn’t provoke trouble, their growth would be unstoppable—a towering tree. Even provincial officials had hinted at their support, so long as the company acted for the good of the nation and its people.

But what was happening now? Was this a sign of abandonment? Unwilling to give up, Gong Hai sought connections and finally uncovered a shocking secret: they had offended someone. He thought of Jinghe Group, of Feng Real Estate, of whoever they might have crossed. After racking his brain, he found no clue. He hadn’t even left his office recently, so it shouldn’t be possible. Suddenly, he remembered his trouble-prone second son, and his face changed dramatically. Jinghe Group had been destroyed at his own son’s hands!

The vastness of the stars is like a beautiful sea, and people yearn to soar within it. Martial artists especially seek to defy fate, grasping at a sliver of hope to live as long as the heavens.

They cherish their lives all the more.

Five people sat in the courtyard, drinking tea. Wang Hao had already left, and Ye Meier served as the attendant, pouring tea at the side. Wang Kun, Shao Bing, and Yang Cong were present; Yang Cong, once arrogant, now regarded Qin Yang as an equal. This time, Yang Cong had mobilized a staggering sum—eighty billion. Wang Kun, Shao Bing, and Ye Meier together had pooled one hundred billion, but Yang Cong alone brought so much, showing the depth of his resources.

“Qin Yang, I can’t see through you anymore. How many Dao Insights have you comprehended?” Yang Cong voiced the question in everyone’s mind. Wang Kun and Shao Bing perked up their ears.

“Haha, I haven’t really counted. My goal is to comprehend ten Dao Insights and then break through—step into the Profound Passage Realm.”

Wang Kun and the others stared, their eyes wide with shock. They were still struggling bitterly to improve their own cultivation, yet Qin Yang was already plotting his breakthrough to a higher realm. Incredible.

“How confident are you?”

“Less than ten percent before.”

The others rolled their eyes. Who asked about the past? Why not just give a direct answer? Dangling the suspense like this—wasn’t it unfair to the elders?

“Now, seventy percent. If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll step into the Profound Passage Realm within two years,” Qin Yang replied with a smile, sipping his tea.

Ye Meier, not a martial artist, understood little of these matters. She’d heard of the realm’s power, but had no sense of its true significance. Wang Kun and the others, veterans of the ancient martial arts world, knew well the weight of the Profound Passage Realm.

Looking at Qin Yang’s confident face, they knew he wasn’t joking.

They glanced at themselves—already getting on in years, still struggling in the Dao Insight Realm, as if trapped in a swamp. All those years lived—wasted, it seemed.

“How about it? Do you want to step into the Profound Passage Realm with me?” Qin Yang dropped another bombshell, leaving the three stunned, breathing heavily.

Could such a method exist?

The Dao Insight Realm depended on one’s comprehension of Dao. If they took the Dao Fruit, their understanding would deepen, allowing a swift entry into the Profound Passage Realm.

When Qin Yang refined pills from the Blood Infant Fruit, with luck he could produce thirty-six Dao Insight Pills, or thirty at worst. Even if each of them got just one, it would suffice.

Of course, refining Dao Insight Pills wasn’t easy; he’d need a hidden location and rare medicinal ingredients. The three had vast family resources, so collecting them would be much more efficient.

“Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!” The three agreed at once. Yang Cong said, “Qin Yang, tell us what support you need. If we have it, we’ll bring it at once; if not, we’ll find a way.”

Qin Yang nodded, not standing on ceremony, and quickly wrote out a prescription—the ingredients for the Dao Insight Pills. These were all precious, and he had no clue where to find them yet.

“You may have heard I possess Dao Fruit. Actually, it’s just Blood Infant Fruit—a sacred item of the demonic path, nourished with countless blood, transforming Dao Fruit into Blood Infant Fruit. It contains strong demonic energy, impossible for most to tame. One must use Thunder Dao Insight to gradually erode the inner devilishness; only then can it be consumed.”

“But eating it straight would waste much of its effect. I have an ancient recipe for Dao Insight Pills—have you heard of them?”

“Blood Infant Fruit is twice as potent as Dao Fruit, and Dao Insight Pills are five times as effective. With luck, you might even comprehend another Dao Insight—or more.”

Heavy breathing echoed through the courtyard, faces flushed with excitement.

“Is this…is this true?”

“Of course.”

“Such an opportunity—I’ll collect the ingredients even if it costs my entire fortune!” Yang Cong, the weakest among them, was especially eager to advance in martial arts. “Leave it to me!”

Unlike ordinary people, these few were bound by trust, not suspicion. Qin Yang, less familiar with the hidden workings of the ancient martial arts world, benefited from their openness.

Their conversation was lively. Yang Cong handed the funds to Ye Meier for management, then hurried off with Wang Kun and Shao Bing.

Now, with hope finally in sight, they wouldn’t waste a single moment.

Ye Meier gripped nearly two hundred billion, her heart pounding with excitement. How deep must the trust be for her to have full control?

She knew it was all thanks to Qin Yang. Without him, she’d never have had the chance to stand in the presence of these martial arts masters.