Free Web NovelQiaoyuan Villa, Box Room A-1.
Inside the antique building was a slightly simple one-bedroom suite. From the cabinets to the bed and the desk, everything was in a simple and practical style. Books, dolls, and cosmetics were neatly organized, making the entire space bright and tidy.
"Click!" The sound of the door lock opening rang out, and someone pushed the door open and entered.
Fu Xinyi walked in from outside with her head held high and chest puffed out. As soon as she closed the door, her entire body slumped like a deflated balloon.
She shuffled to the edge of the bed and sat down, then leaned back and collapsed onto the bed, one hand on her forehead, letting out a long sigh.
"Whoosh—!"
Lying on the bed, closing her eyes, the scene of her Senior Brothers kept appearing before her eyes, throwing questions at her one after another, like a press conference for a disgraced artist. Fu Xinyi felt her brain twitching.
How to make her fellow disciples understand that her talent wasn't actually much stronger than theirs was the most troublesome thing for her in the past five to eight years.
"Those guys, why do they always refuse to believe what I say? Fortunately, I managed to shut them up this time..."
As she spoke, Fu Xinyi turned her head to look at the schedule posted on the headboard.
That chart meticulously and strictly planned her time from 4 AM every morning to midnight the next day, precise to the minute.
Based on her years of experience practicing various skills with ultra-high intensity, she had reasonably planned and meticulously matched the content of her daily practice, balancing the load on her mental and physical strength to ensure her body could bear it.
After looking at the schedule, Fu Xinyi murmured, "Hmm, I can still rest for five minutes..."
According to the plan on the schedule, she would have to go practice her sword in five minutes.
After speaking, she closed her eyes, and in less than three seconds, her breathing became slow and even.
In fact, purely based on talent, Fu Xinyi could only be considered barely outstanding, nowhere near the level of a once-in-a-century genius.
If there was anything extraordinary about her, it was probably only this ability to fall asleep in three seconds, wake up five minutes later, and immediately be able to muster up her full spirit to begin practicing.
This ability to efficiently utilize fragmented time for rest allowed her to squeeze out an extra half an hour to an hour for mental recuperation, in addition to the four hours of sleep planned on her schedule each day.
However, the situation today was a bit unfortunate.
Just as Fu Xinyi had been asleep for about a minute, a series of urgent knocks on the door startled her awake from her light sleep.
Startled awake by the knocking, she sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and quickly got up to open the door.
"Master, Master, why are you looking for me at this time?"
Seeing the woman standing at the door, Fu Xinyi exclaimed in surprise.
Outside the door, Qingxia Zi's beautiful eyes stared straight into Fu Xinyi's eyes, and she said earnestly, "Xin Yi, I know you've been a humble child since you were young and don't like to show off, but there are some things you can't hide from Master!"
"Huh? Master, Master, what are you talking about? I'm not hiding anything from you..." Fu Xinyi said blankly.
Qingxia Zi shook her head and sighed, "Never mind, let's go inside and talk slowly."
"Okay." Fu Xinyi replied, stepped aside, and invited her Master into the room.
She looked at Qingxia Zi's back, a heavy feeling sweeping through her heart.
Damn it, did someone tell Master about the strange behavior of the sacred beasts? Fu Xinyi thought worriedly. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
However, at this moment, she had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.
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Half an hour later, Box Room A-1.
Fu Xinyi and Qingxia Zi sat facing each other on either side of the dining table. The air in the room was so heavy it felt as if it were filled with stones.
Fu Xinyi looked at her Master, her eyes slightly red, the hand holding the teacup trembling slightly.
"Master, please don't believe those rumors! Don't you know me? I really didn't."
Shouldn't it just be about causing the sacred beasts to behave abnormally?
Breaking through a bloody path to infiltrate Tang City... Easily escaping under the combined attack of Suolang Baima, Eclipse Society member Suo E, and an unknown Strange Tale, a total of three A-level Spirit Ability Users... Facing the encirclement of hundreds of illegal Psychic and urban legend, remaining fearless...
What are all these? Which bastard spread these rumors!
"Master, listen to my explanation. I was ambushed in Tang City and injured my head. When things really got chaotic, I was lying in the hospital!" Fu Xinyi said.
"Don't be modest. I've already verified with the Night Watch. When those illegal Psychic were being surrounded and suppressed, a blonde girl did indeed appear at the scene," Qingxia Zi said with a smile.
"Xin Yi, I didn't expect your Spiritual Energy level to be only B+, yet you have the strength to contend with an A-Level. I am very pleased!"
"Now that you have the strength to match an A-Level, your previous training methods are no longer suitable for you. I've already applied for a new training ground for you, and the matter of your Spirit Mark advancement is also going through the process. Don't worry."
"Master..." Fu Xinyi hesitated to speak, wanting to cry but having no tears.
"Just say whatever you want to say. Do you still need to hide things from Master?" Qingxia Zi smiled slightly.
Fu Xinyi, "..."
I know Master, you've always treated me well and doted on me since I was young.
But if I had to choose the culprit who persecuted me, Senior Sister Hua Sang would be first, and you would be at least second or third.
If it weren't for you telling everyone randomly, "My disciple Xin Yi has the potential of a Calamity!" I wouldn't have ended up in this situation today.
Fu Xinyi muttered to herself, explaining with a slight sob, "Master, I think there might be some misunderstanding here?"
"Putting everything else aside, when I encountered Suolang Baima, it wasn't by myself at all. A Senior suddenly appeared, and I was able to escape safely!"
"Oh right, that Senior also said she was the Sect Leader's Senior Sister!"
Although Fu Xinyi knew the matter was already decided and her explanation was likely useless, she still wanted to try to fight for it.
Even a salted fish struggles a bit during the process!
Otherwise, starting tomorrow, she would have to train at the A-Level intensity with the standard of a B+ level Psychic.
If it were just that, it might be alright; she felt she could grit her teeth and endure it.
The key is something like Spirit Mark advancement. If you force the advancement when your level isn't enough, it can actually be fatal!
"Xin Yi!"
"Huh?" Fu Xinyi tilted her head.
"The Sect Leader doesn't have a Senior Sister, or rather, doesn't have a Senior Sister who is still alive..." Qingxia Zi said with a strange expression.
Fu Xinyi, "???"
Doesn't have one who is still alive? Then what did I encounter? Damn it, doesn't this mean I can't explain myself clearly?
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Hongyan Villa, Box Room D-25, Lu Yibei lay on the bed.
After touring the Zhenting Hall, Qing Hui Hall, and Chi Li Hall with Yi Sihan and incidentally finishing telling him the wonderful "Adventures of Fu Xinyi," Lu Yibei returned to the accommodation arranged for him.
After seeing off Yi Sihan, he recalled everything he had seen and heard during their trip and felt a great headache.
Although during the tour, he discovered through his spiritual sense that the array cores marked on Qingji's map had barely changed, the layout of those architectural complexes had already undergone earth-shattering changes.
Scientific training grounds and methods, an information-based library, and an intelligent Spiritual Energy item casting workshop...
Over the past hundred years, Da Chunyang Palace has changed too much. Even the jade pass that the Ancestor said was best to get is gone. Instead, it's directly recorded on mobile phones, like a bus card or access card.
They actually used mobile phone signals to simulate the Spiritual Energy fluctuations required for passage. This thing is outrageous!
Did they capture the Void, perform vivisections, and develop this technology?
However, after calming down a bit, Lu Yibei could also understand this change.
The Eclipse Society, which has been entangled in grievances with the Night Watch for many years, has already completed several technological innovations in the research of Spirit Marks and urban legend.
As the largest source of talent for the Night Watch, it is reasonable for Da Chunyang Palace to have some supporting facilities for new technologies.
But...
"But what should I do next? Even if I can bypass the array cores and the Elders' vision, there must be other security equipment..." Lu Yibei buried his head in the pillow and muttered to himself.
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Perhaps I can first send a few small Paper Cicada Immortals to scout out the situation and figure out the route.
Things like visualization diagrams and Spiritual Energy item crafting diagrams, if I can find them, I can even have the Paper Cicada Immortals memorize them directly. This isn't difficult.
Even if the Paper Cicada Immortals are discovered by security equipment, they can self-destruct on the spot, leaving no evidence. Lu Yibei thought slyly.
Just then, his phone alarm suddenly rang.
It was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost dark...
Lu Yibei picked up his phone, turned off the alarm, stared at the screen and pondered for a few seconds, packed up the frustration accumulated during his visit, slung the metal box over his back, left the room, and locked the door.
He didn't plan to stay at Da Chunyang Palace tonight; he was going to wander around Shizhou City.
Those two watermelons, cut open and looking like rubies, made Lu Yibei feel his luck had recently changed, so he thought he would try his luck in Shizhou City while using the Paper Cicada Immortal to explore Da Chunyang Palace.
What if he found clues about Hu Chuan right there in Shizhou City?
Thinking of this, Lu Yibei pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "It would be great if I could trick Fu Xinyi into leaving the True Martial Mountain area..."
In her perception, I'm probably still Zhang Huainan's Senior Sister. Using that identity, maybe I can get her labor for free and have her help me investigate Hu Chuan's whereabouts.
She's a local expert, after all. With her help, efficiency should be much higher.
Unfortunately, given her popularity in Da Chunyang Palace, I'm afraid other disciples won't even allow me to approach her...
Thinking this, Lu Yibei sighed silently and continued towards the direction of the iron chain bridge. As he passed a relatively secluded and overgrown mountain path, he subtly tossed a few small Paper Cicada Immortals into the bushes.
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Qingnang Grass Hut, Ward C, Room 3.
Fang Ji lay in bed, deeply asleep.
After the commotion on Xuanwu Slope, other than his head suffering continuous heavy blows from horse hooves, causing him to temporarily go into shock, he only had some minor abrasions on his body. This surprised the disciples in Qingnang Grass Hut responsible for treatment.
In fact, the minor injuries he sustained should have allowed him to wake up long ago, but after he fell unconscious, he immediately plunged into a distorted illusionary dream, where he remained until now.
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The small town saw no sunlight throughout the day, the sky perpetually in a dim state where it was impossible to distinguish between dusk and dawn.
The extremely high humidity and stuffy temperature turned the town into a breeding ground for bacteria and fungi. The air, thick with mist, always carried a nauseating strange odor.
Everywhere the eye could see, traces of dark green fungal mycelium spread were visible.
Whether it was inanimate buildings and earth, or plants and animals, or even humans.
They all existed in a state of symbiosis with the ugly dark green fungal mycelium.
Yes, in that godforsaken place, there were still living people.
In the dream, Fang Ji walked alone, slowly making his way towards the edge of the small town.
He seemed to be severely injured; the intense feeling of weakness from excessive blood loss was so real it didn't feel like a dream. The mixed infection of fungi and bacteria caused him to have a persistent high fever. The foreign sensation ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ in his lungs made every breath feel like countless sharp iron filings rolling between his alveoli.
He was about to die.
At least, that's what he thought. With such severe injuries and serious infection, even a Psychic would find it hard to survive.
But perhaps he wouldn't die.
In this small town, in the pervasive thick mist, in the dilapidated houses covered in dark green fungal mycelium, in the dark corners invisible to the eye, countless pairs of eyes were spying on him, coveting his still relatively lively body.
Those viscous, ugly, nauseating aggregates of organisms and fungi were very willing to accept Fang Ji after he fell, to let him coexist with them in some twisted way before he completely lost his life.
However, supported by a tenacious will, he kept moving forward in the small town, every step forward like a final burst of energy, refusing to fall.
Struggling like this, time was infinitely stretched, as if it had lost its meaning.
After an unknown amount of time, in a pile of ruins, he saw that brilliant golden light...
Wrapped in that slightly weary golden light, there seemed to be a figure, beautiful like the morning sun in early spring.
But he could feel that the figure was very weak, just like him, about to die.
Immediately after, the figure's lips trembled, emitting a low whisper, as if extending an invitation to him.
An invitation concerning life.
In an instant, his mind was thrown into the clouds, and voices from centuries ago seemed to echo in his ears.
Just as he was trying to understand the meaning of those voices, he woke up.
It was as if an invisible large hand had pulled him away from the illusionary dream, dropping him back into reality.
...
Fang Ji lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind like it had been shattered by a blender, in a daze.
He silently recalled who he was, where he was, and what he planned to do, until a gentle voice of a Da Chunyang Palace disciple came from the ward door.
"Ah! You're awake!" A girl with a round, slightly plump face and somewhat cute features smiled at Fang Ji, "Just now everyone was wondering why you weren't waking up even though you weren't seriously injured!"
Fang Ji recalled his experience on Xuanwu Slope, being hit by the electric sightseeing car and then trampled by the horse herd, and weakly said, "I wasn't injured?"
"Not completely uninjured," the girl said, pointing to Fang Ji's hand.
Following the girl's direction, Fang Ji glanced at his elbow, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
There was a bandage stuck there, and the faint traces of iodine disinfection were visible.
Seeing Fang Ji silent, the girl pressed, "To be safe, I still need to ask you, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Fang Ji pondered for a few seconds and said lightly, "Besides still feeling a bit dizzy, there's nowhere else I feel uncomfortable."
The girl rolled her eyes at Fang Ji, "Of course you'd be dizzy. When you were brought in, you had at least twenty horse hoof prints on your head."
"But don't worry, we've checked you with both Spiritual Sense and MRI, and everything is normal. You're completely uninjured. Your luck is like a miracle."
Luck is like a miracle... Fang Ji vaguely felt that something was off about that sentence, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked at the girl with an inquiring gaze, "So now..."
"Now?" The girl thought for a moment, "Hmm, you're here for the spring advanced training, right?"
Advanced training class? There seems to be something like that... Fang Ji muttered inwardly and nodded.
"Now... it's up to you! My suggestion is to stay in Qingnang Grass Hut for more observation, but if you want to go report to the advanced training class first, that's fine too." fгeewebnovёl.com
Fang Ji was silent for two seconds, as if he remembered something, and looked at the girl, asking, "Excuse me, do you know where the person who was with me before went?"
"You mean Senior Sister Fu Xinyi?" The girl pursed her lips, "Of course she's already left. She's a prominent figure in our Da Chunyang Palace, very busy."
"No, I meant that young man," Fang Ji shook his head and said.
When he saw Lu Yibei on Xuanwu Slope, he felt a strangely familiar aura about Lu Yibei. And after having that strange dream, he was certain that Lu Yibei had an aura similar to the figure in the golden light.
Therefore, he wanted to see Lu Yibei, as that might resolve many of the doubts in his heart.
In a situation with Senior Sister Fu present, his attention was actually on that young man? The girl tilted her head in confusion, pondered for a few seconds, and a strange excitement flashed in her eyes.
Cross-dressing boy × cool young man?
Damn, how exciting!
"Oh, him. Male visitors should all be staying in the Type D rooms at Hongyan Villa. If you want to find him, I can take you there."
As soon as the girl finished speaking, an angry shout came from outside the door.
"Xie Minmin, what's wrong with you today? Not only did you give the patient the wrong medicine, but you also forgot to add medicinal materials to the Alchemy cauldron! See how Master will deal with you when he gets back!"
Hearing this, the girl's face changed, and she said to Fang Ji, "Sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to take you to Hongyan Villa later."
After saying that, she hurriedly ran out of the ward, and after only a few steps, she completed a standard trip and fall, then immediately hugged her knees and cried out in pain.
It seemed she had suffered a not-so-light injury.
Fang Ji, who had witnessed the entire process, shook his head at the sight.
With the physical fitness of a Psychic, she could still get injured by tripping. What an unlucky Miss...
In that case, I'll have to find that young man myself.
