An Mingji gazed deeply at the content recorded above, as well as the illustrations that were sowhat premature for him to understand.
The initial shyness had vanished from his face as he sat cross-legged, dead set on imprinting the entire content of the last page of the "Mystic Sky Technique" into his mind.
The young man’s eyes slowly closed as he silently recited the Heart thod Mantra of the "Mystic Sky Technique."
The air in the room began to ripple, with traces of spiritual power spreading out.
The invisible spiritual power circulated rhythmically around the young man’s body.
Noticing the spiritual power around him was more active than usual, An Mingji’s brow furrowed lightly.
The intensity of the spiritual power made him feel strained, yet his body continued to absorb it uncontrollably.
He vaguely sensed that he had touched the threshold of entry, glimpsing the open door to cultivation before him.
Unfortunately, at the critical mont of breakthrough, he just fell short.
Always just a little bit away from breaking through.
An Mingji tried repeatedly but still could not break through.
His face was densely covered with sweat, his handso eyebrows tightly furrowed, reflecting his struggle and frustration.
No, it’s still not working!
He couldn’t articulate what was missing; there was always sothing lacking.
Suddenly, a scene surged into his mind...
That night, An Mingji broke through.
Aside from himself, no one knew how it happened.
The Heart thod Mantra of the "Mystic Sky Technique," he had long since morized thoroughly, having practiced for a long ti but never finding an entryway.
But tonight, he easily broke through to the Qi Refining Second Layer.
Just now, he inexplicably broke through with just a sentence recorded in the "Mystic Sky Technique" and an illustration.
After breaking through to the Qi Refining Second Layer, An Mingji’s face did not show any signs of joy.
His beautiful yet handso face revealed an obscure and uncertain expression; his peach blossom eyes were like bottomless pools, eerie to look at, with a heartbreaking confusion deep within them.
When breaking through the Qi Refining Second Layer, An Mingji’s mind flashed with the image of Gu Jin.
He recalled a mory from a dream when Sister Ajin beca his bride.
He thought of her slowly approaching him, her beautiful lips truly so close to him.
Then Sister Ajin beca like the person in the picture from the "Mystic Sky Technique," unclothed.
This scene frightened him, inexplicably leading to the breakthrough.
An Mingji sat on the bed, face pale, his hands clenched into fists, almost devoid of color, highlighting the strength in his grip.
In the dim indoor light, his eyes flashed with a helpless and bewildered light, his face showing a self-loathing expression.
At this mont, An Mingji was filled with a sense of powerlessness and self-disgust.
He believed he had been disrespectful to his Sister Ajin.
He did indeed like Sister Ajin, relying on the warmth of the person who extended warm hands during his coldest monts.
The warmth of the other person made him uncontrollably want to take more, even wanting to monopolize it.
But he never wanted to disrespect her.
The naive An Mingji blad himself imnsely at this mont.
While he was blaming himself, Gu Jin was sleeping soundly next door.
Gu Jin dreamt of running around with An Mingji in Qingshan Village, amidst a vast golden sea of rapeseed flowers, laughing freely.
The young man’s glance over his shoulder carried a gentle intensity under the sunlight, his smile innocent and fulfilled.
In her sleep, the corners of Gu Jin’s lips involuntarily curled up, her face indulgent and tender.
Next door, separated by just a wall, An Mingji was still in a state of nervous anxiety.
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