For over ten consecutive days, Han Tao kept coming to deliver fish.

A fish isn’t worth much, as long as Lin Qianxuan doesn’t refuse, he can keep sending them.

He even switched varieties to present to Lin Qianxuan.

He just hoped Lin Qianxuan might speak up again at some point.

The previous bits of advice had increased his speed of refining inner qi by thirty percent, which would be worth at least a million coins if converted.

How many fish could that buy?

Enough for ten thousand!

This day, after delivering a fish to Lin Qianxuan, Lin Qianxuan called him over.

“Mister, what can I do for you?” Han Tao asked.

“Crabs and lobsters are fine too. Also, I’m not just into seafood, you can bring some other things as well,” Lin Qianxuan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Han Tao didn’t feel any pinch of loss; instead, his heart was filled with joy.

Because this meant Lin Qianxuan was ready to actively accept his offerings.

“I’ll remember that, sir,” Han Tao nodded.

Lin Qianxuan nodded slightly, reached into his pocket, and suddenly a book appeared in his hand.

“This is for you,” Lin Qianxuan said.

This was something he got when he caught a small fish earlier.

A martial arts manual recorded in the time and space of this world from thousands of years ago. To Lin Qianxuan, it wasn’t particularly exquisite and not very useful, having only read it once to pass time while fishing, leaving some notes.

But for Han Tao, it should be quite good.

Han Tao respectfully stretched out both hands to accept the book, his eyes fixed on the manual in his hands, then he was stunned.

“Purple Emperor Qi Condensing Technique”!!!

Isn’t this the cultivation technique of the Purple Emperor from over three thousand years ago in neighboring Xiu Country?

Wasn’t it said that its inheritance had been lost, and no one could learn it anymore?

Han Tao’s gaze subtly examined Lin Qianxuan and Ling’Er, with many unrealistic ideas arising in his mind.

Could it be that these two were descendants of the royal family of Xiu Country?

Yet they gave away such a high-level martial art to him so easily?

Is it possible that it’s just the same name, and actually something patched together by later generations?

With countless random thoughts in his mind, Han Tao didn’t show it. He merely performed the rites towards Lin Qianxuan, saying, “Thank you, sir.”

“Go on, don’t disturb my fishing,” Lin Qianxuan gestured with a hand.

Han Tao sensibly left and didn’t even bother with practice fights, heading straight to his home.

Knocking open the door, Han Tao’s mother questioned in confusion, “Aren’t you going to the academy today?”

“Taking a day off!” Han Tao replied.

Then he headed straight to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Han Tao’s mother understood her son’s nature, so she didn’t ask much.

Their child was very independent and diligent, needing little interference.

Inside the room.

Han Tao opened the “Purple Emperor Qi Condensing Technique” manual.

It was full of dense text.

All written in the ancient script of Xiu Country, of which he only recognized a part.

However, there were annotations next to it, written in their Heng Country’s script, and the language was plain, likely annotated in modern times.

This was a cultivation technique that absorbed a certain kind of energy from the world, transforming it into one’s inner qi.

Generally speaking, martial artists capable of directly absorbing heaven and earth energy must at least have innate cultivation.

But this “Purple Yellow Qi Condensation Technique” can be practiced at the Postnatal Realm.

However, it only allows the absorption of a small portion, obtainable only at sunrise when one can absorb a strand of Sunrise Purple Qi.

Besides that, from noon to evening, there seems to be Great Sun Purple Qi too, but its intensity is too high except at sunrise, potentially harming one’s spirit.

Next to the cultivation technique text are details on how to practice it, along with a note.

[Using a UV lamp works the same, and if wealthy, one could compete with the sunrise in speed on a cloud car.]

“So the Sunrise Purple Qi is actually ultraviolet light?” Han Tao’s expression turned a bit nuanced.

Soon, he finished reading the entire manual.

Although he hadn’t encountered many advanced martial arts manuals, he understood the basics.

Most of the content in the book was determined to be genuine.

There were only a few parts he was unsure about.

Now he just needed to experiment a bit.

He lightly pressed near his ear, activating the secondary brain, and an image appeared through his retina. He quickly placed an order for several UV lamps.

In ten minutes, drones delivered them directly to his balcony.

Then he began his cultivation.

He adjusted the UV lamp’s intensity, aiming it at his entire body.

Following the method described in the cultivation technique to enter the visualization state, before long, he indeed felt numerous scattered purple light dots.

Then he tuned his mental frequency and began absorbing them.

After a dozen breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, filled with joy.

“Success! At this efficiency, in half a year, I might reach the Inner Qi Seventh Stage, comparable to the ordinary aristocratic family children who enjoy all kinds of resources from a young age!”

…

“Got one!”

A fish hooked, easily grasped by Lin Qianxuan, his cultivation surged again.

Indeed, with the boost from the first Sound Talisman, the efficiency of fish hooking significantly increased.

Almost less than ten minutes after it went down, a fish would inevitably bite.

Of course, the size of the fish remained hard to stabilize.

There are always some little fish biting his hook, wasting his time. Every time this happens, Lin Qianxuan inexplicably wants to shake off the fish on the hook, but considering that even mosquito legs are meat, he doesn’t wait for nothing, so he takes both big and small fish.

Ling’Er’s mood is quite stable, even if she catches lots of random stuff, she still stably casts her hook and then lifts the rod.

She also lost the hook a few times in between, encountering some big fish she couldn’t catch.

It seems like things from the boundless chaos, who knows what they are.

What’s worth mentioning is that his rapport with Ling’Er is slowly increasing.

Not fast, it’s just around forty percent now.

But it’s very stable.

Fishing together, chatting, and then making some food for her can steadily increase her rapport.

Speaking of which, it’s relatively easy to build rapport with her.

What’s important is that so far, everything seems peaceful, as if the world-ending crisis has nothing to do with them.

The five Supremes disappeared entirely after showing their presence at the beginning.

Lin Qianxuan feels this time might really be a leisure game.

So, is that message urging him “to enjoy the fun of fishing and not rush” truly reliable?

Calm days pass fishing away.

Han Tao keeps coming daily since Lin Qianxuan gave him the magic scripture.

And now he’s changing flavors to bring Lin Qianxuan delicious food.

He spends almost all his pocket money on buying these foods.

No matter what Han Tao brings, Lin Qianxuan and Ling’Er eat it without hesitation.

Street food, or hotel chef’s fine wine and dishes, it’s all the same to them.

He’s not picky.

Eating these, Lin Qianxuan just tastes the flavor, providing no help for cultivation improvement.

Besides, he can easily use divine powers to create many different dishes himself.

Arguably, it’s meaningless.

But sometimes pursuing meaning can be of lesser importance.

He wants to do this, and that’s the greatest meaning.

Lin Qianxuan also wanted to tell Ling’Er about this principle.

She’s rather rigid, always chasing meaning in what she does, fishing non-stop and eating with one hand, or simply having Lin Qianxuan feed her, not letting go of the rod.

After ten days, Han Tao, who practiced the “Purple Emperor Qi Condensing Technique,” has reached the Inner Qi Fifth Stage, meeting the basic admission standard of the Purple Pole Martial Academy.

His skin is much darker, and he’s truly putting in effort to progress.

Time continues to pass.

Han Tao has started the martial arts exam.

On Lin Qianxuan’s side, the World Shuttle’s charging is nearing completion.

Initially, it was estimated to take a year, but recently catching many big fish has greatly improved charging efficiency.

As of now, just over half a year, the World Shuttle is almost ready for the next world traversal.

He’s already planning to take Ling’Er to run a little farther once charging is complete.

Otherwise, no real sense of safety.

As he’s pondering this, Lin Qianxuan’s intuition suddenly sends a warning.

In the next instant, he activates the [Eyes of the Muddled Heaven], the future is hazy, unable to glimpse anything.

What he wishes to observe involves entities even more exaggerated than his own existence.

“It’s here!” Ling’Er said.

“What?” Lin Qianxuan asked, puzzled.

Ling’Er held a fish in her hand, it was a monster transformed by some corrupting power, with strength at least celestial rank.

She had fished it out from the Mirror Sea.

This also means that it exists in the real world now.

“It’s the power of [Heaven’s Fear].”

Ling’Er conveyed the information to Lin Qianxuan without speaking.

[Heaven’s Fear] is the codename of one of the five Supremes.

It absorbs “negative” energy from countless worlds, bizarre and disordered, enchanting the heart and spreading chaos. Any world touched by its power often eventually becomes an apocalypse filled with endless suffering.

“Did we attract it here?”

Lin Qianxuan frowned slightly, feeling guilty if something caused trouble for others because of him.

Especially when the world might turn into an apocalypse due to its power.

“It’s searching for us, but if you act, you’ll be discovered,” Ling’Er said.

“I know, just feeling a bit helpless,” Lin Qianxuan sighed.

His total life experience isn’t yet fifty years, unable to face death calmly, let alone ignore the disappearance of an entire world.

Ling’Er stared at Lin Qianxuan for a while, then suddenly said: “It’s not sure if we exist, just scattering seeds across endless worlds. If we don’t act directly and influence things slightly, allowing this world to fight on its own, they might survive.”

This is a somewhat risky proposal, which Ling’Er usually wouldn’t suggest.

But now, she told Lin Qianxuan.

She doesn’t know why, can only blame her “humanity.”

She knows many people always make wrong choices when weighing value.

Maybe for this reason, she said this.

“To be a Chess Player?” Lin Qianxuan seemed enlightened.

“Yes, but it’s best not to give them too advanced knowledge or means, better if they develop more possibilities on their own. We should only guide, otherwise, we’ll stand out too much,” Ling’Er nodded.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do something foolish like directly giving Immortal Artifacts,” Lin Qianxuan smiled, then murmured: “So, who should be the first chess piece?”

While thinking, not far away, Han Tao was approaching them joyfully with pastries and tea.

“Sir, I passed the martial arts exam excellently!”

Lin Qianxuan looked over, the screen of fate flashing before his eyes, already planning a good future for Han Tao.

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