Celestial Taoist

Chapter 8 People from Another World

Wang Xinwen's face immediately showed a look of doubt: "Impossible, right? Your Liefeng Martial Arts Academy is the most powerful martial arts academy in the entire Southwest region. You shouldn't be without superhumans; on the contrary, you should have quite a few. Even our No. 1 Martial Arts Academy has quite a few superhumans hidden away, but they are deliberately concealed. I suppose your academy's superhumans are the same. It's just that you haven't been here long and haven't paid special attention, so you haven't heard about it."

Li Mofan nodded thoughtfully, chatted briefly for a few more minutes, and then got up to take his leave. He walked out of the teahouse and returned to the Liefeng Martial Arts School along the way he had come. Although the doubts in his heart were not completely resolved, he had gained a better understanding. More importantly, it seemed that the aura on Wang Xin's body had been saturated and could no longer be absorbed.

But just as he stepped out of the teahouse, the mysterious energy he had just absorbed began to stir within him, flowing slowly through his limbs and bones. The chest, which had been aching slightly, suddenly felt warm, and the pain dissipated at a visible speed.

He instinctively stopped, raised his hand to his chest, and found that the wound under the gauze had long since stopped hurting. An unprecedented surge of power coursed through his body, the previous feeling of weakness vanished completely, his steps became light and strong, and even his breathing became incredibly smooth. Li Mofan was startled. He tried to clench his fist and could clearly feel the surging blood and energy within him, several times stronger than before his injury.

He suppressed his elation and strode quickly toward the Fierce Wind Martial Arts School, his steps light and quick, showing no sign of his usual weakness. Just as he stepped through the school's gate, he encountered the school's master, Zhao Qiankun, who was on his way to the training grounds. Zhao Qiankun's gaze swept over Li Mofan, his eyes narrowed, and he stopped, a hint of surprise on his face.

When Li Mofan was discharged from the hospital, he was weak and pale, but in less than an hour, his complexion was rosy, his breathing was steady, and even his steps were full of strength. He looked completely unharmed.

Zhao Qiankun walked slowly forward, his gaze fixed on Li Mofan, his tone inquisitive: "Mofan, you just came back from outside? Your injuries…"

Li Mofan's heart tightened, and he quickly bowed, trying to keep his tone calm: "Reporting to the Master, thanks to you, my injuries are recovering quite smoothly. I just went out for some fresh air and felt much lighter."

Zhao Qiankun, however, did not believe it easily, his surprise deepening: "Oh? You recovered remarkably quickly."

Li Mofan stood with his eyes lowered, and replied vaguely, "Perhaps it's because the pills given by the sect leader were so effective, and I also had a good time to meditate today, that I recovered so quickly."

Zhao Qiankun gave him a deep look, his expression returning to calm, but he didn't press further. Instead, his tone was somewhat solemn: "It's a good thing you recovered quickly. You already had a good foundation, and now that your injuries have healed, you should work hard to cultivate and not waste this talent."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will certainly work hard." Li Mofan bowed and accepted.

Only after Zhao Qiankun turned and left did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief and quickly return to his room. He did not notice that the master's gaze followed his back the whole time.

Zhao Qiankun watched Li Mofan's figure disappear completely at the end of the corridor, his fingertips slowly twirling, his expression growing increasingly solemn. He didn't linger, turning and quickly walking towards the back door of the martial arts school, driving straight to the Nan Bamboo Sea fifty kilometers away. The car only came to a stop slowly when it entered the depths of the lush bamboo forest. He walked through the forest, the bamboo shadows swaying, until he came to a secluded thatched cottage, where he saw a slender man standing at the door—the man's clothes were strange, completely different from the attire of this world, and his whole being was shrouded in mystery.

"What is the matter?" The man's lips did not move, but a clear voice suddenly rang out in the forest.

Zhao Qiankun composed himself, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully yet solemnly: "I have come here specifically to ask for your assistance, sir, to keep an eye on someone for my Liefeng Martial Arts Academy. This person has only recently awakened his special ability, but his advancement has been exceptionally rapid. If this continues, I fear he may become uncontrollable."

"Oh?" the voice rang out again. "You're a figure of considerable stature, almost at the pinnacle of this realm, yet there are people you can't control? That piques my interest."

Without uttering a word, the man's figure blurred, leaving only an afterimage as he vanished into the depths of the bamboo forest like a ghost, heading towards the Liefeng Martial Arts Academy.

At the same time, in Li Mofan's room at the Liefeng Martial Arts School.

The door was tightly closed, and the room was silent. Li Mofan sat cross-legged on the bed, clearing his mind of all distractions, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Five hearts facing the heavens, breath drawing in the primordial purity, spirit returning to the Yellow Court, returning to one's true nature..." Silently reciting the mantra of supernatural power, he used his heart to sense the nascent inspiration within his body. A faint, invisible energy appeared somewhere within his body, becoming crystal clear compared to its previous hazy and indistinct state.

As Li Mofan's mind sank into this invisible energy, he felt a refreshing sensation flowing from head to toe, and he groaned in comfort. After a while, apart from feeling relaxed and at peace, there was no other unusual sensation; it was simply a feeling of relaxation and tranquility.

Li Mofan frowned slightly, secretly circulating his qi and blood, carefully examining his body, and repeatedly trying to adjust it. After several attempts, there were still no additional changes.

He was puzzled. Absorbing Wang Xin's aura had clearly healed his injuries and greatly increased his strength. So why, when he calmed down to cultivate his superpower, did he only feel relaxed and showed no signs of improvement?

He was completely baffled and probed into that invisible energy once more.

A moment later, a faint scent drifted in through the window and silently permeated the room.

"This feeling..."

Li Mofan's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly tensed up.

The tone of this aura was remarkably similar to that of Wang Xin. However, compared to Wang Xin's aura, this wisp was much thinner, yet far more powerful; absorbing just a small wisp of it far surpassed the full power absorbed from Wang Xin.

Before Li Mofan could think further, the nascent, invisible energy within his body began to stir uncontrollably, like a ravenous beast encountering its prey, frantically rushing towards the foreign energy, tightly enveloping and frantically absorbing it. This time, there was no gentle warmth, only a domineering force surging into his body along his meridians, instantly filling his limbs and bones.

Li Mofan shuddered, his fingertips clenching involuntarily until his knuckles turned white. The invisible energy within his body visibly condensed and thickened, what was originally a faint wisp now flowing like a stream into a river, surging and circulating through his meridians. He could clearly feel his perception rapidly increasing; even the slightest sounds around him—the rustling of bamboo leaves falling outside the window, the footsteps of disciples practicing in the distance, even the dust floating in the air—were clearly transmitted to his mind.

The power within his body was also growing wildly. The strength he had gained from absorbing Wang Xin's aura earlier seemed insignificant at this moment. A tingling, numb sensation spread through his limbs and bones, followed by the exhilarating feeling of breaking through the shackles. His blood and qi surged within him, and even his breathing became more steady and powerful.

In just a short while, he absorbed all those faint foreign auras.

Li Mofan slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and clenched his fist. With each swing of his fist, he was able to stir up the airflow in the room.

In the shadows of the martial arts hall, a slender figure stood quietly, his aura still obscure and unpredictable. His invisible senses were firmly locked onto Li Mofan's room. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Truly outrageous. If this talent continues at this pace, he'll probably break through to a higher level in less than three days. We should make an exception for him."