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The Master of Qigong
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On July 15th, at three in the afternoon, the sun blazed overhead.
Lin Yuan rode his little electric scooter, weaving between towering office buildings, sweat soaking his T-shirt, making it cling to him like it was coated in syrup.
"Thirty floors, Building A, an urgent order from Xie Zong, cheese meat sauce pasta, with extra meat sauce," Lin Yuan mumbled the order details, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the live stream interface on his phone. His eager gaze resembled that of a young boy sneaking a peek at a pretty girl.
On the screen, a streamer dressed in a robe sat upright, exuding an air of ethereal wisdom as he explained concepts like "Qi sinking to the dantian" and "unity of heaven and man," sounding incredibly profound.
"Ugh, not more of this mystical nonsense," Lin Yuan scoffed, yet he felt an inexplicable curiosity, like a cat drawn to the scent of fish, unable to resist getting closer to take a look.
Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy swept through the area, distorting the surrounding air as if seen through a funhouse mirror. Lin Yuan felt his scooter vibrate violently as if it were about to take off, buzzing loudly while the handlebars shook in his grip.
Instinctively tightening his hold on the handlebars, he exclaimed, "What the heck is going on? Did Xie Zong's pasta come to life?"
The trees lining the sidewalk swayed violently, their leaves cascading down like an eerie rain of falling foliage. To anyone unaware, it would seem as if the apocalypse had arrived.
An invisible force, like a giant hand, swept Lin Yuan and his scooter into a narrow alleyway. This alley usually appeared unremarkable but today resembled a monster's gaping maw that swallowed him whole.
With a loud thud, the scooter crashed against the wall with a mournful cry. Lin Yuan tumbled off, landing hard and wincing in pain as he felt as though his tailbone might break.
"My delivery! Xie Zong's meat sauce!" Ignoring the pain, Lin Yuan scrambled to check on his order. Thankfully, only a little pasta had spilled; he managed to save Xie Zong's meat sauce. He let out a sigh of relief—he could avoid that life-threatening barrage of calls from Xie Zong.
At that moment, Lin Yuan noticed an old wooden box tucked away in the corner of the alley. It lay quietly there, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood. The box was intricately carved with strange symbols that resembled alien writing—mysterious and eerie.
Curiosity gnawed at Lin Yuan like a tiny insect, compelling him to open the wooden box.
Inside lay a tattered parchment, densely covered with tiny script that shimmered with a faint glow, resembling stars in the night sky—mysterious and enchanting.
As Lin Yuan picked up the parchment, an unusual energy surged into his body. It felt as if he had just downed a bottle of ice-cold cola, refreshing him from head to toe, leaving him tingling all over, as if countless little ants were crawling on him.
At the same time, strange images began to surface in his mind. These visions resembled some ancient cultivation method—profound and difficult to comprehend, akin to watching a science fiction blockbuster filled with mystery and the unknown.
"What is this thing? Could it be the legendary Martial Arts Manual?" Lin Yuan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion, like a child who had just discovered a new continent.
Suddenly, he realized he could see a faint blue energy flowing through the air around him. This energy resembled thin threads, intertwining to form a complex network, much like a vast spider web enveloping the entire world.
Lin Yuan understood that this must be the so-called "Lingqi." He had awakened the legendary Gazing Ability! The sensation was exhilarating, akin to winning the lottery, making him feel as if he could leap with joy.
Just then, a woman clad in a black robe walked past from the depths of the alley. She was tall and mysterious, her back shrouded in enigma, her face obscured like a wisp of fog that eluded comprehension.
Her sharp gaze swept across her surroundings as if searching for something. Those eyes were as piercing as a hawk's, sending chills down one's spine.
Lin Yuan noticed that the woman emanated a powerful Lingqi fluctuation far stronger than anyone he had ever encountered. This Lingqi burned like a raging flame, brimming with strength and pressure.
"Could she also be a Cultivator? Is it possible that this world truly has Cultivators?" Lin Yuan pondered internally, feeling as though his worldview was about to be overturned.
The woman quickly vanished at the end of the alley, leaving behind only her mysterious silhouette—a fleeting shadow that came and went like the wind.
Before Lin Yuan could think further, a cacophony erupted outside, a sound that resembled a pot boiling over, filled with terror and chaos.
A passerby rushed over in a panic, pointing towards the alleyway, stammering, "M-monster... I just saw... a monster!" He looked as if he had seen a ghost, utterly terrified.
As the passerby spoke, he fumbled with his phone to call for help, his fingers trembling so much that he struggled to dial the number.
Watching the passerby's horrified expression, an ominous premonition suddenly welled up within Lin Yuan. It felt like the unsettling calm before a storm, filling him with unease and anxiety.
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