Before long, Ling Chen felt the temperature inside the machine gradually decrease. Unable to breathe, he hurriedly pushed open the sealed hatch, and a sll of scorching mixed with the air imdiately rushed in from outside.
Ling Chen didn’t care too much, greedily breathing in the air as he crawled out of the machine. By this ti, the fire inside the factory had been brought under control and a team of firefighters had already burst through the doors, rushing in with hoses.
"Sir, are you alright?" One of the firefighters saw Ling Chen escaping from the machine and hurried over to help him walk outside.
"I’m fine, you go ahead with your work," Ling Chen declined the offer of help and walked out of the burnt-out factory on his own.
At this mont, among the crowd that had gathered around the fire trucks, a man wearing sunglasses turned around and pulled out his phone to dial a number.
"Hello!"
"How did things go?"
"Mr. Yun, everything went according to your plan, Ling Chen is safe and has escaped successfully."
"He won’t suspect anything, will he?"
"We set it up thoroughly, he should not realize our true intentions and will simply think we are seeking revenge for the last incident."
"Good, I trust your work."
Sitting in the ambulance, the doctor responsible for checking Ling Chen’s body said, "Mr. Ling, you’re really lucky. It’s fortunate that there was a fire brigade stationed just two kiloters away. If it weren’t so close, you would have had a hard ti escaping from the fire."
Ling Chen grinned and said, "That’s right, my luck is always good."
Returning to the Nanrong Family, Ling Chen didn’t dare ntion what had happened to Nanrong Wanqing for fear of worrying her. Regardless, at least Su Lin was fine; it was a false alarm.
Having co back for a rare visit, Ling Chen spent the entire night by Nanrong Wanqing’s side, enjoying the tenderness of a beautiful woman.
...
The next day.
Early in the morning, before the sky had brightened, Ling Chen set out for where Qiu Yong and the others lived. With less than one and a half months left until the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, he needed to race against ti to improve himself.
From six in the morning until six in the evening, Ling Chen underwent continuous intensive training for twelve hours. After each exhausting session, he couldn’t even think about sleeping, imdiately starting to cultivate the Prajnaparamita Sutra.
After days of training, Ling Chen had deeply appreciated the benefits of the Prajnaparamita Sutra. After each session of cultivation, he felt strength coursing through his body, all fatigue swept away, needing only two to three hours of sleep to maintain his energy for the entire day.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed by, and Ling Chen improved faster with each passing day.
Among the eight eccentrics, apart from Ling Chen himself and Wei Jiahao, the other six possessed unique abilities. After a month of intensive training, Ling Chen began real combat training. Having six experts with different abilities to spar with him, it would be difficult not to progress.
One day, after having lunch with Qiu Yong and others, Ling Chen planned to rest for a mont before continuing training. But at that mont, there was a knock on the door.
"I’ll get the door." The youngest, Wei Jiahao, stood up and quickly walked to the door, opening it.
A few minutes later, Wei Jiahao returned to the group with two invitations.
"Big brother, the people from Heavenly chanism Pavilion have sent two invitations. One is for us, the eight eccentrics, and the other is solely for Ling Cheng."
Ling Chen’s eyes brightened, he reached out to take the invitations and looked at them with interest.
The invitations issued by the Heavenly chanism Pavilion were very ordinary, no different from those on the market, but the sharp-eyed Ling Chen noticed a gold-embossed pattern on the lower right corner of the invite, resembling a broken sword.
Seeing Ling Chen examining the pattern, Xia Yue said, "That is the Heavenly chanism Sword, the treasured sword of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion."
Ling Chen curiously asked, "Why is it broken?"
"The Heavenly chanism Sword passed down by the Heavenly chanism Pavilion is, in fact, a broken sword," explained Qiu Yong. "There are many legends about the Heavenly chanism Sword in the Martial Arts community. So say that the Heavenly chanism Sword was the personal sword of the first Pavilion Master of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion. Hundreds of years ago, that Pavilion Master fought alone against nurous heroes with the Heavenly chanism Sword and overpowered all the experts, establishing Heavenly chanism Pavilion’s esteed status. Therefore, subsequent Pavilion Masters have taken the Heavenly chanism Sword as a symbol of the Pavilion, passing it down through generations."
"I see," Ling Chen nodded, looking at the date marked on the invitation, the sixth of the next month, ten days away.
"Big brother, why does it only have the ti, but no specific location?"
Qiu Yong replied, "Each Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony is held in a different location. As a grand event in the Martial Arts, it naturally attracts many martial artists. However, generally, only those who are invited have the entitlent to participate in the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony. If there were too many people, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion would struggle to control the situation, and chaos could ensue. Decades ago, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion held a public Great Ceremony, resulting in two to three thousand martial artists attending from across the country. Due to the overwhelming number of participants, coordination beca difficult, and the event had trouble proceeding smoothly. The Heavenly chanism Pavilion had no choice but to end the Great Ceremony prematurely. Hence, the subsequent Great Ceremonies have been held in very secretive locations, and until the last mont, no one knows the exact location. This way, it prevents any leaks of information."
After listening to Qiu Yong, Ling Chen curled his lip. A Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony treated like a national leader’s election, made so solemn and mysterious, was it really necessary?
Grumbling aside, Ling Chen did not forget his goal. He wasn’t particularly interested in the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, his purpose in attending was to seek revenge.
On the night he crossed swords with Yi Shuiyan, he heard the voice of the porridge girl. If it weren’t for the porridge girl’s intervention at a critical mont, he would not know what his current state would be.
As a man, always being protected by a woman felt annoying. While he may seem carefree and mingle easily with won, as if he didn’t take anything too seriously, in this aspect, his sense of male ego was strong.
A man should protect a woman; it’s embarrassing to have it the other way around.
Thinking this, Ling Chen picked up his Tianling Blade and strode into the courtyard.
"Third brother, let’s go a few more rounds."
...
Five days had passed, and Ling Chen’s training finally ca to an end.
Ling Chen wanted to continue the special training until the start of the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, but Qiu Yong refused his request. With five days left, Qiu Yong advised him to rest well, adjust his condition, and ideally integrate what he had learned during this period.
When the big brother spoke, Ling Chen dared not disobey. Moreover, he had neglected Nanrong Wanqing during this period of intensive training. Now that Su Lin had gone out of town for an internship, Nanrong Wanqing was at ho all alone, without anyone to talk to.
What’s more, in a few days, he would leave to attend the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, unsure when he would be able to return. So during these few available days, it might be better to spend more ti with Nanrong Wanqing at ho.
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