Chapter 64: The Remaining Volume, Shocking!
"Hmm...hmm...hmm..."
The response from Chen Hao was a throb from the depths of his mind, like his heart beating, the sound was extremely small, but powerful and majestic, apart from that, there was nothing else unusual.
No matter how Chen Huan questioned, there was no other response. However, as time passed, when the black box became smaller and more energy merged into Chen Huan's mind, the thumping rhythm became more majestic, as if filled with a captivating power that unknowingly made Chen Huan's spirit completely immersed in it...
"Hmm..."
At this moment, the originally extremely small sound suddenly exploded like a drumbeat in Chen Hao's mind, causing his thinking to come to an abrupt halt!
"What... what kind of place is this?" Chen Huan's eyes were filled with shock and astonishment, he only felt his mind buzzing for a moment, as if his consciousness had twisted and stagnated for an instant, but when he regained consciousness again, he was shocked to find himself in a grayish space. A bleak and desolate atmosphere, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, spread throughout the entire space like smoke!
"Hmm..."
A strong gust of wind suddenly rose, and the gray mist seemed to condense into a brilliant sword light in an instant, carrying an aura that was sharp and unmatched, and quickly shot towards Chen Huan like lightning!
At this moment, Chen Huan felt unprecedented tension and fear. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The sharp and terrifying sword light had already reached his eyes!
"Ah——!"
Chen Hao let out a loud cry, "Bang" and crashed into the wall of the practice room, his whole body covered in cold sweat, his face pale, but his eyes were wide with shock. The illusion in his mind had disappeared, and his spirit had returned to his body.
Chen Hao lay on the ground with a dull gaze, unable to calm the shock in his heart for a long time. In his mind, the sharp sword lights still lingered vividly, as if they could turn his soul into dust in an instant...
Back from the dead.
Chen Hao clearly felt that he had been to the gates of hell and back, his whole body covered in cold sweat. He felt extremely weak, as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant, even his eyelids felt heavy.
What's going on here?
Forcing himself to resist the drowsiness that was creeping up on him, Chen Huan struggled to get up. The black box had vanished into thin air, and all that remained on the ground was a piece of cowhide-colored cloth with dense, golden threads embroidered on it in tiny characters.
"Is this what's in the box? Should... be..."
"Junior brother, junior brother, you..."
Chen Hao's last thought stopped here, and he faintly heard Xiao Mei's cry, but his eyes closed uncontrollably, and in an instant, he fell into a deep sleep, no longer having any perception.
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At this moment, it was already deep in the night. The entire Xiao family residence was quiet and still, with everyone either meditating or fast asleep.
As Chen Huan's personal instructor, Xiao Mei lived next door to Chen Huan, with only a wall separating their cultivation rooms. When Chen Huan shouted and crashed into the wall, it was originally impossible for Xiao Mei to hear him, given the extremely thick walls of the cultivation room.
But tonight, Xiao Mei happened to be awake and was practicing in the practice room, and was immersed in a wonderful state, coincidentally heard Chen Huan's scream and the sound of crashing into the wall.
……
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the feeling that arose in the carriage due to Chen Huan, a mysterious and dreamlike sensation, made Xiao Mei feel a breath of air she had never sensed before after waking up, as if her soul had been baptized. Even the air she breathed seemed to have undergone a subtle change...
What surprised her even more was that, faintly, the seemingly motionless Ninth Rank Martial Artist's barrier appeared to have loosened slightly. The feeling was very subtle, allowing Xiao Mei to clearly sense that it wouldn't be long before she could break through the Ninth Rank Martial Artist's barrier and enter the Martial Emperor realm.
It was precisely this feeling that led Xiao Mei to return to the practice room early and enter a state of meditation. Unlike her previous practices, this time her perception seemed to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth, and a brand new path of cultivation appeared before her eyes.
It was this strange state that allowed Xiao Mei to hear Chen Huan's cry of surprise.
Xiao Mei called out to Chen Hao several times, but there was no response. Her heart grew increasingly worried. Chen Hao's cry of surprise clearly indicated that he had encountered an extremely terrifying situation. Otherwise, with Chen Hao's extraordinary calmness, Xiao Mei couldn't think of anything that could have made him let out such a cry...
Furrowing her brow slightly, Xiao Mei suddenly mobilized her yuan energy and blasted open Chen Huan's door.
When Xiao Mei walked into the practice room and saw Chen Huan lying motionless against the wall, she suddenly cried out in surprise and appeared in front of Chen Huan in a flash.
"Junior brother, junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Mei hastily helped Chen Huan up, only to find that Chen Huan was covered in cold sweat, his face slightly pale, but his breathing and heartbeat were normal, and there were no injuries on his body. He looked as if he had fallen asleep, with no signs of pain on his face.
Xiao Mei finally let out a long sigh of relief after carefully examining the original energy, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she muttered to herself: "How could this be? Is Junior Brother cultivating some special technique? Hmm... what is this?"
Xiao Mei's gaze inadvertently fell on the tattered handkerchief with golden threads and small characters on the ground.
Xiao Mei gently picked up Chen Huan, and then picked up the handkerchief. The dense golden threads were all intricate celestial patterns. Xiao Mei widened her eyes and looked from top to bottom, but only recognized a few numbers...
"This... could it be the cultivation method of my junior brother?" Xiao Mei thought to herself: "It should be... it's very likely that it was passed down by our ancestor to my junior brother, but... why is it incomplete?"
Xiao Mei was slightly puzzled, but didn't probe further. She directly carried Chen Huan out of the training room and put him on the bed. After a slight hesitation, Xiao Mei's face flushed with a hint of shyness as she carefully removed Chen Huan's outer garment that was soaked in cold sweat. She quickly covered him with the quilt and placed the torn handkerchief beside his pillow. Only then did she sit down at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Chen Huan who seemed to be sleeping soundly...
In just a short month or so of contact, as his personal instructor, Xiao Mei witnessed his rapid growth. At first, Xiao Mei was indeed the instructor, but only for the first few days. Later on, she seemed more like a personal nanny, taking care of all of Chen Huan's affairs. When she first met Chen Huan, she indeed treated him like an underage little brother, but as their contact increased, Xiao Mei's views underwent a change without her realizing it, and sometimes she even felt that she was younger than Chen Huan. Especially when Chen Huan occasionally said things that seemed to be instructing her...
It has to be said that Xiao Mei gained a lot from Chen Huan. Especially the wonderful feeling today. Xiao Mei was clear, if she hadn't followed Chen Huan for this period of time, even though she could have promoted to Wu Huang, it would still take a very long time. But now, her bottleneck had some understanding and wouldn't need much more time to step into Wu Huang. This speed, even compared to some top-notch experts who promoted to 9th rank before the age of 20, was three parts faster.
Xiao Mei was a flower that had already ripened, both mentally and physically. Gazing at this boy who was only thirteen years old or so, she actually felt a flutter in her heart...
A longing that doesn't want to part with him, a desire to forever quietly guard by his side like this now. This longing, this desire, Xiao Mei knows what it is, but can only deeply bury it in her heart.
But she knew it was destined to be an impossible thing, even if time could flow backwards and bring her back to the same age as Chen Huan, it would still not be possible...
Because his demonic talent is fundamentally not on the same level as others, he was destined to not belong here and no one could capture his heart...
A faint bitter smile floated on Xiao Mei's lips, gazing at Chen Huan's clear and beautiful face that was slightly immature. Xiao Mei gently shook her head, throwing away the completely unrealistic fantasy from her mind.
"He's just his own junior, only thirteen years old, he's still a kid. I just want to witness his miracle, his brilliance, isn't it? As long as one day, he still remembers me this senior sister, that's enough..."
Xiao Mei muttered to herself, watching as Chen Huan's face gradually returned to normal, then slowly stood up and quietly left...
No one knows that on this night, a gentle and charming girl inadvertently opened the door to her heart, then quietly closed it, carefully sealing it with dust. And no one knows that from then on, that heart belonged only to that one person, and no one else could ever enter...
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Chen Hao was in a deep sleep, unaware of when he entered the dream realm. In his dreams, the sharp sword lights appeared repeatedly, from initial fear to gradual calmness. Dazed, he seemed to have transformed into the sword light, repeating and sensing the desolate ancient aura contained within...
It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Chen Huan slowly woke up. As he opened his eyes, if someone had seen it, they would have been shocked by the fleeting glint of light, like a sharp and unmatched treasure sword, captivating one's heart!
However, Chen Huan was completely unaware of it and only felt refreshed and spirited as if he had never been so energetic before. He slowly got up and saw that his outer garment had been taken off, and there was a torn handkerchief made of cowhide paper next to the pillow. A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Huan's mouth, knowing that it was Xiao Mei who did it.
Before falling asleep, he heard Xiao Mei's voice, and he wasn't worried at all, sleeping very soundly...
Picking up the incomplete brocade, slowly unfolding it, seeing the dense and intricate golden threads, Chen Huan's eyes shone with a sharp light!
His incredible memory, which he had learned from Xiao Lao, allowed him to read and understand many ancient texts, although not all of them. These texts were undoubtedly the key to unlocking the secrets of the heart, but what was strange was that Chen Huan felt that these texts were extremely similar to the "Longevity Formula"!
When he saw the words "Eighth Floor", "Ninth Floor", "Tenth Floor" and so on, Chen Huan's hands began to tremble with excitement!
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