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This time, Xunuo was more clever, meditating with his Dantian the size of a basin. There was no longer that intense burning sensation; instead, he felt a warm current slowly swirling within his Dantian.
The warm current moved at a slow and steady pace within the Dantian, gradually filling it up. However, there was no discomfort in his Dantian or his entire body; rather, it felt soothing, like a gentle spring breeze.
At this moment, Xunuo finally relaxed and began to practice his skills with peace of mind.
As dawn broke on the horizon, the warm current in Xunuo's Dantian became even more abundant. At this point, the Dantian exhibited that feeling of swelling.
Xunuo was overjoyed; he never expected that the cultivation method that had eluded his ancestors for dozens of generations would come so easily to him. He thought perhaps his ancestors were watching over him, helping him avenge this blood feud.
After pondering for a moment, he ended his practice. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his bundle, left a piece of silver on the table, and quietly left.
He did this not only to avoid causing more trouble for the family but also to avoid drawing attention. Leaving like this meant no one would know where he had gone, making it safer. After all, he was technically a fugitive now.
Although he had been wronged by that corrupt official, the official documents labeled his entire family as criminals. Moreover, during this escape, he had killed an officer from the officialdom. If captured by the authorities, just this act alone would be enough to condemn him to death.
Thus, Xunuo headed southward. Despite not having slept all night, he felt no fatigue; in fact, he felt even more energetic than the day before. He walked all day without resting or eating and surprisingly did not feel hungry or tired at all.
Xunuo secretly marveled at this phenomenon; after thinking it over, he could only attribute it to the cultivation method he practiced last night beginning to take effect. He became even more eager to practice the Huayang Classic.
Before it got completely dark, Xunuo arrived at a small town. It was then that he began to feel a bit hungry.
The town was small and had only one inn. This inn had two floors: the first floor was for dining and drinking, while the second floor had guest rooms. Xunuo requested a room and bought a few buns to fill his stomach haphazardly. After washing his face, he sat cross-legged and silently recited the Huayang Classic in his mind while forming hand seals to practice his skills.
This time, Xunuo had some experience and did not aim too high during meditation. He simply focused on his Dantian, keeping it the same size as yesterday, about the size of a basin. Soon, he entered a wonderful state, feeling as if he were transcending the material world, his soul leaving his body. He could clearly see his own image and movements even with his eyes closed.
The airflow within the Dantian swelled, as if it were about to expand further. Under Xunuo's meditation, the Dantian maintained this size, seemingly imposing a limit on the increase of the internal airflow.
Xunuo was contemplating whether to enlarge his meditation to accommodate more airflow when he suddenly felt a warm current within the Dantian slowly beginning to solidify. The warm current from yesterday was still in gaseous form, but today it had started to condense into a somewhat liquid shape.
It was like a stream of water forming at the very center of the Dantian, slowly swirling around. The surrounding air currents all revolved around this stream of water. The moment this stream formed, the feeling of fullness and swelling within the Dantian instantly vanished, leaving it feeling empty again.
Immediately after, Xunuo sensed that the surrounding environment had undergone a tremendous change. First came various sounds of commotion in his ears, followed by an array of smells invading his nostrils.
Xunuo hurriedly opened his eyes and found himself still sitting in the guest room. However, the entire inn was filled with the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking; he could hear human voices and other noises clearly. The aromas of food, sweat, and the foul smells of livestock all seemed to be right in front of him.
He checked his body and found nothing unusual. Calming his mind again, he sensed within himself and detected no abnormalities. With a playful spirit, he began to eavesdrop on the various sounds within the inn.
Being young, Xunuo was not easily frightened by such drastic changes in his body; an older person would have likely been overwhelmed by fear.
Curiously following the sounds, Xunuo gradually delved deeper into them. He could distinguish which sounds came from where and which person's voice belonged to which room. Before long, some sounds that made Xunuo blush reached his ears.
Although still young and unaware of adult matters, he vaguely understood that these sounds were not appropriate. He instinctively rejected them, and gradually those sounds diminished; after a while, they completely disappeared.
With this success, Xunuo became even more playful. He began to try to expel some unpleasant odors and found that he could do so as well. Chuckling to himself, he started to block out various sounds and smells one by one. The unpleasant odors and chaotic noises gradually faded away under Xunuo's efforts.
Just as he was enjoying himself, a familiar name suddenly rang in his ears: Lu Changlin.
Xunuo was momentarily taken aback, pondering, "Isn't that the name of Lu Duhou?"
He quickly focused on the voice, mentally blocking out all other sounds. Sure enough, the voice became increasingly clear.
A deep voice came through, "Are you sure it's that Lu Changlin?"
Another hoarse voice replied, "There's no mistake. I have a grudge against him. When I saw him in Bay Head Town, I had no idea he would get into such serious trouble. I hid away for fear of being discovered and fled here overnight."
The deep voice laughed heartily, "If that's the case, it seems like a windfall from the heavens. The bounty on him from Officialdom is quite high now."
The hoarse voice continued, "Exactly. It's not convenient for me to show my face. This task of collecting the reward will be left to you, Brother."
The deep voice assured him, "Don't worry, brother. I'll go to Officialdom first thing tomorrow to report him. I'll also avenge the grudge you hold from when he harmed you."
The hoarse voice let out a strange laugh, "That's exactly right! This is a two-for-one deal—getting money and revenge at the same time. It's truly satisfying; we should drink to that."
Then the sound of clinking glasses echoed.
Upon hearing this, Xunuo broke out in a cold sweat.
These two thieves intended to harm Uncle Lu. If they really reported Uncle Lu to Officialdom, Uncle Lu would be in grave danger. Even if he rushed back to warn Uncle Lu, he feared he wouldn't outrun Officialdom's swift horses.
Xunuo paced anxiously in the room for a few moments before stopping abruptly, his expression serious as he muttered to himself, "Uncle Lu has sacrificed himself for righteousness; how can I not do the same for Uncle Lu?"
Finished Speaking He secured the opened package on his body, extinguished the light, and sat cross-legged on the bed, focusing his mind on the two Thief's room. He reached out and drew the Short Blade that Lu Duhou had gifted him.
At that moment, Xunuo was astonished to find that the room, which should have been pitch black, appeared unusually clear under his gaze.
Xunuo then confirmed that the Cultivation Method he practiced was indeed extraordinary. After only two days of practice, his hearing and vision had sharpened, and his physical strength had greatly increased. If he could reach the seventh level, he would surely have the ability to take revenge.
He then thought: But first, he needed to resolve Uncle Lu's crisis by eliminating these two Thief. Failure in this mission would mean death. If he allowed Uncle Lu to suffer misfortune before him, even his parents in the afterlife would find it hard to rest. Should he fail this time, it would only mean an earlier reunion with his parents. He just didn't know who awaited whom on the road to the Underworld.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, tears streamed down his face once more.
After a while, Xunuo wiped away his tears. He reflected: This time he was missing his family; it shouldn't be fear of tonight's actions. It wasn't too bad after all; however, he recalled what his father had said: A man bleeds but does not cry. He must remember this going forward. Sitting like this for a while, the sounds of clinking glasses from the guest room gradually ceased.
In an instant, snoring could be heard, and there was no sound of clothes being removed or anyone getting into bed; these two thieves were so drunk they had simply collapsed onto the table.
Xunuo immediately sprang up and jumped off the bed. He opened the door just a crack and slipped out.
The surroundings were silent; looking up, he saw it was already past four o'clock. The entire inn had extinguished its lights, except for the flickering candle in the two Thief's room. Xunuo tiptoed to the door. After a moment's thought, he moistened his finger with saliva and poked through the window paper to look inside.
The guest room was not large; there was a square table in the middle with empty cups and bowls scattered across it. On either side lay a person—both tall and robust with fierce faces. One of them had a long scar across his cheek resembling a knife mark.
Observing their positions, Xunuo contemplated the details of his attack and realized that now was the perfect moment to strike. He quietly inserted the Short Blade into the door crack, intending to push aside the latch.
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