??Chapter 612: 328 Three Major Gates: Physique, Qi, Soul (4000)_1
Chapter 612: 328 Three Major Gates: Physique, Qi, Soul (4000)_1
For a mont, Jilan felt a freshness in the air around him. It was as if the nightti breeze had started to flow again, lightly caressing his neck and face, bringing a sensation of coolness.
He stood in place, watching as Casio approached.
As they got close to a certain degree, a rumble echoed in both their minds. It was the fragnts of the doors emitting a sense of perception and resonance.
Jilan felt a certainty in his heart, confirming at this mont Casio’s identity. He was a new core mber of the Door Organization!
The moonlight was faint, and the cold wind rustled. They exchanged a glance.
Then they turned around and walked back into the abandoned church.
Five minutes later, under the window adorned with flowers, on a tallic platform.
Jilan and Casio, while not deep in conversation, were getting familiar with each other. Casio cunningly produced an identical map to Jilan’s that depicted the dense distribution of the population in North Flow Country’s city. He directly placed it on the open platform.
Both recently joined as core mbers of the Door organization, both for the first ti using the fragnts of the doors, and coincidentally, the correct locations were also in North Flow Country. Under such shared circumstances, Jilan inevitably felt a sense of closeness. Moreover, having just beco a core mber not long ago, he has been traveling around the world. Now his needs require him to make friends and connections.
Helpful assistance within the core mbers’ circle of the Door organization would be beneficial. After all, it’s hard to stand alone, regardless of how strong one’s strength is, one will always encounter danger or difficulties. At this ti, help from a friend of the sa rank is particularly important—having more friends is necessary when one is outside.
Although Jilan was naturally cold and slightly aloof, he still knew the basics. Besides, based on the few minutes of contact just now, this core mber, Peacock, was quite talkative, sincere, and perhaps worthy of deeper friendship.
“Jilan, I see your face is sowhat pale, and you seed a bit distracted just now. Have you been injured or affected?”
Under the colorful flower window, Casio spoke when the ti was ripe.
“Hehe…” Jilan forced a laugh. The paleness of his face was, of course, due to the practice of Dark Magic Hand just now that drained part of his Blood Qi. But he obviously couldn’t say this.
Thus, Jilan vaguely gave an excuse.
“It’s just a side effect of practicing Secret Martial Art.”
“Oh, struck by the sa plight, I am. The Secret Martial Art I practice has a huge side effect; it almost pushed
into a corner. But luckily, under a fortunate coincidental opportunity, I found the Door Organization, and only then got glimpses of hope in the darkness.”
Casio shook his head, his face sowhat nostalgic. His eyes had a hint of mory—as if recalling so past events.
“Oh? I see my friend, your physique holds no issue, rather teeming with Blood Qi, may I rudely ask: what’s the side effect?” Jilan wasn’t very curious, but he felt so resonance due to Casio’s similar fate.
“My physique has no problem, the problematic part is here…”
Casio extended his right hand, tapping the temple with his index and middle fingers, a smile revealed on his face. The moonlight through the flower window cast colorful shadows onto his face, dividing it into irregular sections, making the smile sowhat eerie.
“I am ntally ill, and it seems eradication is impossible…”
This sentence has two drastically different weird tones. The first half was frantically bold, tone was high, like a madman in frenzied ecstasy. The second half was uttered very clearly, each word spaced evenly, as if asured by a ruler. The tone was flat and cold, devoid of any ups and downs.
Like a lifeless robot.
The abandoned church was spacious, with the echo of Casio’s words lingering in Jilan’s ear like an enduring refrain.
“Damn, turns out he’s a madman!”
Staring into Casio’s eyes, he noticed the instant change of expression. From composed → frantic → cold, wasn’t this the unquestionable symptom of schizophrenia? There’s no need for a hospital diagnosis, one glance and it’s clear this person has a ntal problem.
Jilan was initially astonished, then wary, and finally, he felt a hint of sympathy and comfort. The astonishnt was a natural first reaction, caution was due to the fear of Casio, core mber with a psychiatric issue, might suddenly beco violent. After all, you can’t reason with a psychopath.
The final sympathy and comfort were related to Jilan’s own experiences. He joined the Door Organization to solve the intense side effects from practicing Secret Martial Art, the sa plight as Casio’s. Besides, Casio’s symptoms seed more severe, involving one’s ntal state and personality. Cultivators of Secret Martial Art all had a strong will and a monopolistic desire for the control of power. Imagine if one day there was an extra person in your mind, wanting to wrestle control of your body every day.
Jilan found that idea terrifying. He would rather the side effects be shortened lifespan, but not ntal related ones.
So, compared to Casio, he felt better. Sotis, misery needs a contrast.
“Jilan, there’s no need to worry. I can still suppress them. Plus, this situation would soon be over, wouldn’t it?”
Casio fully removed his cloak, and his eyes beca calm again.
“Hmm, indeed. I’m scheduled for July 30, and you’re the 31st. It’s just a matter of four or five days… Sigh…”
Jilan sighed with a tinge of sentintality, “I’ve waited three years for this day and finally… the correct ti, the correct location, the fragnts of the doors, the Tear of Blue Eye, everything is ready…”
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