However, with Su He’s reminder and the lessons of the past few days, Ling Chen began to realize so key points. It was normal for his body to sink, but each ti it was because of this reason that he would beco flustered, leading to the failure of his attempts.
Having learned from his mistakes, Ling Chen imdiately made changes, letting his body sink without interfering, focusing solely on maintaining his ethereal state without thinking about anything.
When his body had sunk a few centiters, Ling Chen felt it suddenly stop, as if he had found his footing.
Success!
Ling Chen felt a surge of joy in his heart.
This excitent imdiately disrupted the state he had barely managed to maintain, and his body lost control, sinking into the seawater once again.
Erging from the surface, Ling Chen looked at Su He on the fishing boat and said excitedly, "Elder Su, did you see that? I succeeded."
With a faint smile, Su He nodded in affirmation and said, "Not bad, although you only maintained it for one second, it’s at least a good start. The progress you’ve made in just a few days indicates that your aptitude is quite decent. Keep up the effort, as long as you can learn to control and use your own Inner Strength, your power will increase by several levels."
"I owe it entirely to Elder Su’s cultivation," Ling Chen expressed his gratitude.
The morning’s training ended, and Ling Chen took the fishing boat back to shore with Su He.
The lunch was simple, a few roasted sweet potatoes, plus a few stead fish and a wild vegetable. Su He’s food was always self-sufficient, and although it wasn’t luxurious, it was natural and had a unique flavor.
While eating, Ling Chen nibbled on a sweet potato, his eyes occasionally glancing at Su He, his face contemplative.
"Kid, what are you looking at for?"
Seeing his fidgeting noticed, Ling Chen awkwardly smiled and said, "Elder Su, if I may dare to ask, in the past..."
Before Ling Chen could finish speaking, Su He imdiately raised his hand to stop him.
"Don’t inquire about my past; anyhow, it’s none of your business. Finish your food and take a good rest; we have special training this afternoon." With that said, Su He pulled out a dagger from his waist and cut a hot roasted sweet potato in half.
Ling Chen’s gaze unintentionally swept over the dagger and suddenly froze, unable to move for a long ti.
Noticing Ling Chen’s action, Su He spoke dissatisfiedly, "Didn’t I tell you to stop looking?"
"It’s not that... Elder Su, this..." Ling Chen stretched out his hand, pointing at the blade of the dagger, a look of surprise on his face.
There was a broken sword pattern engraved on the blade of the dagger. Ling Chen was very familiar with this pattern; it was the unique symbol of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion.
Su He carrying a dagger marked with the symbol of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion – what did this imply? For a mont, Ling Chen speculated on Su He’s identity.
He clearly rembered that when Su He had saved him, he had ntioned that he had survived because he had taken a Heavenly chanism Pill.
But he only thought of Su He as a hermit and thus did not ponder why Su He knew he had taken the Heavenly chanism Pill. Now looking back, only soone very familiar with the Heavenly chanism Pill would know what dicine he had taken.
The Heavenly chanism Pill, along with this dagger bearing the mark of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, suggested that Su He’s identity might have a significant connection with the Pavilion.
Su He unremarkably put the dagger away, his tone indifferent, "This was a gift from a good friend of mine who is with the Heavenly chanism Pavilion; no need to make a fuss over it."
Hearing this far-fetched explanation, Ling Chen nodded half-believingly and did not continue to press further. He knew that even if he kept on asking, he would not get any more information, and he might even anger Su He, thus losing more than he would gain. Hence, Ling Chen smartly chose to remain silent.
...
Beijing.
In a nondescript house located in the center of the city, a middle-aged man sat in a wicker chair by the window, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, gazing into the distance, enjoying the bustling view outside the window with great contentnt.
After a while, the door to the room opened, and a young man with a commanding presence quickly walked in and then stood firm behind the wicker chair.
"What is it?" the middle-aged man in the wicker chair asked.
"Mr. Lin, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion and the Secret Society have destroyed more than thirty of our secret bases, affecting over two hundred individuals. They were either taken away or killed; none were left behind. If those captured cannot withstand torture, our secret bases established in Huaxia will be increasingly exposed."
The middle-aged man asked with keen interest, "I can understand the Heavenly chanism Pavilion seeking revenge, but the Secret Society... We have no feud with them. We’ve even cooperated a few tis before. Why are they targeting us? Could it be that they have been won over by the Pavilion?"
"I’m not quite sure about the motives of the Secret Society. Mr. Lin, how do you plan to handle this crisis?"
"Crisis?" The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, his tone unconcerned, "This is hardly a crisis. It’s rely minor disturbances from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion and the Secret Society. Let them destroy those secret bases and take the people; after all, they’re just insignificant small fries, no need to fret for them."
"Yes, I understand what to do." After speaking, the young man turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Hearing the middle-aged man’s voice from behind, the young man quickly turned back and asked, "Mr. Lin, do you have any further instructions?"
"Last ti I dispatched Liu Wei in charge of the operation in East Sea City, but now there’s no sign of him, not even a ssage. I guess he’s not coming back. Mr. Yun’s technological skills are crucial and of great use to us. Now that we have fallen out with the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, it’s ti to speed up the process. Send a few reliable people to East Sea City, and make sure to bring Nanrong Wanqing back."
"Yes, I will attend to it imdiately."
"Also, has there been any response from the Dangyang Sect?"
"Not yet. Our operation failed, and we couldn’t eliminate the Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master, so the Dangyang Sect is naturally hesitant to throw in their lot with us. Hmph! Human nature, I can understand. Unfortunately, they have forgotten whom they are dealing with. You, co here."
The young man promptly brought his head closer to the middle-aged man.
After a low-voiced conversation, the middle-aged man asked, "Did you get it all?"
"Understood."
"Good, do as I say, and it won’t be long before the Dangyang Sect willingly joins us." Saying this, the middle-aged man laughed with pride.
...
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed, with only a week left until New Year.
However, the Nanrong Family, which should have been imrsed in the festive atmosphere, could not find joy.
So many days have passed, and Ling Chen was still nowhere to be found. Even Nanrong Wanqing, who was firmly convinced that Ling Chen was still alive, couldn’t help but shed tears every day, her eyes swelling with crying.
"Wanqing, co out for a mont, soone is looking for you outside."
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