Chapter 627: Night Raid
Chapter 627: Night Raid
Chen Chuan spent the night immersed in continuous spiritual cultivation.
Although the essence flowing from the other side was not as intense as when the Heavenly Gate in Central City was opened, there were no enemies around, and he had no other concerns to distract him.
Even if there was a covetous presence on the other side, it was blocked by the organism occupying the rift, allowing Chen Chuan to dedicate himself fully to his cultivation.
It was only when dawn approached that he emerged from his meditative state, reaching for the Snow Lady Sword beside him and standing up from where he sat.
Perhaps due to his intense focus, he felt as if only a fleeting moment had passed.
During this period of cultivation, he could sense his spiritual power growing bit by bit, and such practice was incredibly captivating, making him reluctant to stop. However, since he had promised Taru to refrain from cultivating during the day and had been trusted to come here alone, he would not break this tacit understanding.
He decided to wait until the next day.
As he stepped back, the tendrils in front of him intertwined once more, tightly closing the rift.
Chen Chuan left the waterproof bag behind, taking only the Snow Lady Sword with him as he turned and exited the rift. He climbed back up the sea cliffs after returning to the ocean's surface.
The sun had just risen above the sea, bathing the entire island in golden light. Thick morning mist drifted from the forest, intertwining with the colorful clouds, creating a dreamlike sight from a distance.
Upon reaching the cliff, Olive Elder seemed to be waiting there. He approached Chen Chuan and said, "Mr. Chen, I thought you would stay inside. Previous guests who came here were reluctant to leave once they entered."
However, Chen Chuan felt that this was even better. He sensed that the island had a soothing effect on his spirit, making his evening cultivation sessions even more effective.
Olive Elder glanced at him and cautiously asked, "Mr. Chen, did you encounter any presence from the other side during your cultivation yesterday?"
Chen Chuan replied, "Not at all."
Olive Elder's expression turned serious as he warned, "Still, be cautious. Taru has encountered it before, and it has happened multiple times. Each time, it takes a lot of effort to dispel it. Previous guests have also experienced it to some extent."
He continued, "There's a lotus seat in the Solitary Stream Pavilion, said to be where Grandmaster Hongfa meditated. Meditating there can soothe the spirit and dispel impurities. Would you like to give it a try, Mr. Chen?"
Chen Chuan immediately understood the concern. Was it because they feared his spirit might be polluted down there? Perhaps his eagerness to leave had made them anxious.
He reassured the elder, "You can rest assured, sir."
As he spoke, Chen Chuan took out the Jade Pig Dragon that Mr. Zuan had given him. Only a faint trace of blackness was visible on its surface, barely noticeable unless one looked closely. This was because the Second Self had endured most of the taint.
Olive Elder examined it and seemed to relax a little. "It seems I worried for nothing. Mr. Chen, please keep this item with you during your future cultivations."
Chen Chuan nodded and asked, "Where is that lotus seat you mentioned earlier?" Intrigued by its potential to dispel impurities, he was eager to see it.
The elder readily agreed, "I'll take you there, Mr. Chen."
He led Chen Chuan past the training ground. Even before the sun had risen, the young disciples had already begun their exercises under Taru's guidance. Upon seeing the two of them, Taru waved at the disciples from a distance.
Chen Chuan nodded in acknowledgment and, after bypassing the training ground, followed Olive Elder to the dilapidated buildings. One of them appeared to have been deliberately repaired, and beneath a curved stone wall was a jade lotus seat that showed signs of age, with many traces of peeling and damage.
The seat itself, however, was polished smooth.
As Chen Chuan approached, he suddenly felt a faint spiritual force, one that was remarkably calm and gentle.
He was slightly surprised. Grandmaster Hongfa had passed away several hundred years ago, yet there still seemed to be residual spiritual energy on the seat. Or was it the spirit of someone else? Nonetheless, this sensation closely resembled the sense of comfort he felt on the island, suggesting a definite connection between the two.
Chen Chuan sat down on the soft cushion in front of the lotus seat, and within a short time, he noticed that the blackness on the Jade Pig Dragon had slightly diminished.
Indeed, it seemed to be effective.
Olive Elder, seeing Chen Chuan seated there and quickly entering a meditative state, suddenly felt much more at ease. He patted his white beard and left the area.
Over the next few days, Chen Chuan spent his evenings cultivating in the rift and his days meditating at the lotus seat. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and his spiritual power had improved significantly.
Due to the high level of his spiritual power, each improvement far surpassed the progress of ordinary people.
Olive Elder, witnessing Chen Chuan's unwavering dedication to his daily routine of meditating during the day and cultivating at night, was deeply impressed.
He remarked to Taru, "It is said that Grandmaster Hongfa meditated for ten years and attained true enlightenment. Mr. Chen, despite his young age, possesses such impressive strength and puts in so much effort. No wonder Mr. Zuan recommended him."
Taru nodded in agreement, but unlike others, she didn't feel the pressure to go back and train harder upon seeing Chen Chuan's condition. This was because she practiced combat not to please others but for her own enjoyment and self-improvement. She wasn't going to change herself just to meet others' expectations.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, carrying the sound of pebbles clattering. Olive Elder looked up at the sky and squinted, "A big wind is coming."
Taru hummed in response. Every year in mid-July, this place would experience stronger sea breezes. Fortunately, they were well-prepared, having reinforced the island's buildings and advised the guests to leave beforehand.
Meanwhile, after spending a few days on the island as tourists, the Turbulence Squad members had gathered enough information about the island. After being persuaded to leave, they returned to report to their captain, Utiko.
"The fighter is on a large platform halfway up the mountain and rarely comes down. We didn't approach her to avoid alerting her. But we've confirmed with the villagers that besides her, the rest of the Martial Hall members are quite ordinary."
"There are at least a few thousand residents on the island, and we don't know all their contact methods yet. It won't be easy to control them all..."
"Kenwa refuses to cooperate with us, but he has many followers. If he brings them here, we won't have to worry about this matter anymore."
Another member scoffed, "That lunatic isn't worth our attention. He thinks that by accepting the power bestowed upon him, he can disregard the captain. He's just a clown, and his strength is mediocre at best. It's not his own cultivated power but borrowed from others; how far can he go?"
Utiko spoke in a deep voice, "You're right. Only power gained through one's own efforts is truly one's own. The number of islanders doesn't matter. We'll just need to control the main ferry and pier. Once the storm hits, no one can cross the sea freely."
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Suddenly, one of the team members spoke up, "Captain, there have been many people wandering around recently, as if searching for something. It seems like others have also set their sights on this place, and it's definitely not just one group. We seem to have quite a few opponents."
Utiko's expression turned cold, "Don't worry about them for now. We'll stick to our plan. If they become a hindrance, we'll take them out together."
Two days later, on the 15th of July, strong winds blew across the sea. At the closest reef to Fei Guang Island, the Turbulence Squad, fully geared in diving suits, waited for nightfall. As darkness enveloped the sky, they leaped into the surging waves and swam towards the island.
This elite team consisted of six members, all third-limit combatants skilled in cooperative assaults. Utiko, in particular, had cultivated spiritual power, making him far beyond an ordinary third-limit fighter. Thus, they were highly confident in their mission.
Over forty minutes later, the Turbulence Squad reached Fei Guang Island.
Some of the team members who had previously visited the island had hidden equipment nearby, which they now retrieved and donned.
Most of them carried crossbows and throwing weapons, as firearms were too loud and less effective at close range than their direct throws.
With their skills, they could wipe out the entire village in ten minutes, but they didn't intend to do so. After all, they planned to stay on the island for the long term. If the rift was here, they couldn't leave, and they would need someone to provide them with services and daily necessities.
By eliminating or controlling the village leader and the Martial Hall members, they could replace the Martial Hall's existing ecological niche.
Once everyone was ready, they quickly moved towards the mountain.
On the platform halfway up the mountain, in front of the lotus stone seat, Taru knelt, having entered the path of spiritual power cultivation. Most evenings, she used breath control instead of sleep and relied on the influence of the lotus seat for her cultivation.
At that moment, she suddenly sensed something, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake, causing a noticeable disturbance.
She opened her eyes, stood up, and grabbed a staff. As she flipped backward, several hastily fired bolts landed where she had been standing.
At the same time, her staff shadow rolled as she dodged the remaining arrows and thrown objects. Several auras appeared around her, forming a large encirclement and pressing towards her.
Taru took a glance but had no intention of engaging them. She swung her staff and ran away, instantly realizing that these opponents were beyond her capabilities.
Old Taru had told her, "If you can beat them, fight; if not, run."
"Hmm."
Utiko had considered various possibilities and even anticipated such a situation. But since you are the successor of the Martial Hall, with so many people treating you as their protector, would you just run away without even trying to save face?
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(End of Chapter)
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