Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565: Summoning Clouds and Rain / New Copy World Character (Double Update, Please Vote)
The speeding train disappeared into the darkness behind him, and He Ao looked up at the bright lights ahead.
It’s hard to get people to accept new things, especially things they’ve never heard of before, like Foundation Establishnt thod, or Basic Cultivation thod. You have to explain what it ans to lay a foundation, what cultivation is, and you have to convince them there’s no harm.
When it cos to large-scale promotion, there will inevitably be significant obstacles.
But if you dress it in a familiar guise, it becos easy to accept.
The nine simple techniques of the Foundation Establishnt thod aren’t much different from broadcast gymnastics, except they have a slightly better body tempering effect and just so happen to offer the hope of ‘becoming immortal.’
A babbling stream flowed through the riverbed, making a clear, crisp sound.
He Ao walked slowly along the riverbank path and looked up at the surrounding night sky.
The city under the night was accompanied by a quiet bustle, and the flickering lights outlined the silhouette of the high-rise buildings.
‘Hao Yi’ was sending Elfia and others to the Western Lands, Central Earth, and the Tia Empire. They would be responsible for coordinating with the three major organizations to promote this ‘broadcast gymnastics.’
As for He Ao, he had returned to Xidu.
The countdown in his field of view slowly flowed and was nearing its end.
The ti in the dungeon world was calculated according to the ti in the Main World. Even if He Ao wasn’t in the Main World, the ti flow rate followed the Main World’s ti.
So even though He Ao’s projection had been discussing for seven days and nights with that Martial Arts Elder in the history within the Trapped Destiny Plate, in the Main World’s ti, it was actually just a matter of ten minutes or so.
He Ao still hadn’t fully recovered from this vast ti flow rate disparity, and everything still felt a bit dizzy, especially since his body was outside of history while discussing with the Elder.
It’s akin to simultaneously experiencing two ti periods with drastically different flow rates.
“Hurriedly walk, hurriedly walk, go ho quickly, it looks like it’s going to rain, the weather forecast said there’d be thunderstorms tonight. This weather is really strange, it was snowing a few days ago, and now it’s so hot and raining.”
Urgent footsteps from passersby sounded in his ears.
He Ao looked up and glanced at the sky.
The bright moon had at so point been obscured by a thin layer of clouds, and the firmant dimd.
He lowered his head, left the riverside, and walked onto the street, moving slowly along it.
The old neighborhood was startlingly quiet at night, with only a few dim yellow street lamps illuminating the uneven road.
He Ao turned into a small alley and looked up, vaguely seeing the bright lights at the alley’s end.
He paused for a mont.
He walked slowly over, where the boiling soup exuded steam, and a frail elderly was slowly tidying up the stall’s small dishes.
“Want so noodles?” Feeling the shadow in front of him, the elderly looked up and said softly.
Then he saw the visitor, paused slightly, “Ao?”
A smile spread across the old man’s face, “You’re back? Have you had dinner? Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?”
“I’ve eaten,” He Ao replied, slightly puzzled, “Grandpa Fang, didn’t you move to the city?”
Grandpa Fang had always been selling noodles at the community entrance and was very kind to He Ao when he was young.
Later he suffered a bout of Transcendent pollution, and after He Ao cured him, his children took him to the city.
As they talked, He Ao had already lifted his hand, naturally helping the elderly with the plastic baskets and small dishes on the stall that were out of the elderly’s reach.
“Ha, you say this, I haven’t had a chance to thank you yet,” the old man laughed heartily, “The eldest told the dicine I drank was your family’s secret recipe. Without it, I might’ve died back then, you saved my old life. I’ve been saying I’d look for you ever since, but you hadn’t been ho.”
“I found an internship; I often had to be out,” He Ao sealed and gathered up the boxes of small dishes one by one, “I told Brother Fang.”
“Yes, the eldest ntioned it, he ntioned it,” the elderly replied with a cheerful smile, “I’m just not used to it. Seeing you not co ho at night, it feels like there’s sothing left undone.”
Then he looked at He Ao’s face, sowhat puzzled, “I rember you were studying, how co you suddenly have a job?”
“Internship, studying while working,” He Ao replied casually, though it seed like he’d almost beco the ‘chief executive’ of the ‘internship company’ and hadn’t been to class for a long ti.
“Rember to take breaks, don’t overwork yourself,” the elderly looked at He Ao, “You always had a weak body when you were little, your grandfather…”
At this point, he paused briefly and changed the subject, “Anyway, just make sure to get plenty of rest, don’t work yourself too hard. Life will go on, and whenever you co back, Grandpa Fang can always cook you a bowl of noodles. Hey, where’s my chili pepper?”
“Here.” He Ao lifted the small steel bowl that held the chili oil from in front of the elderly and placed it inside the glass cabinet.
Looking at the chili bowl, the elderly shook his head and busily tidied up the board on his stall with a wide smile, “Getting old, age is catching up, and mory’s fading.”
“And what about you,” He Ao tidied up the spice jars one by one, and before the elderly could speak again, he asked with a smile, “didn’t Brother Fang say he’d take you to the city?”
“Ah, I couldn’t get used to it. The young ones have their own things,” the elderly shook his head with a smile, “If I moved there, the couple would’ve had to divide their attention to care for , better to sell noodles back here at the entrance. So old custors hadn’t had my noodles and called to ask, so I ca back.”
Saying this, he bent down, closed the stove, and tightened the gas burner while laughing, “They tried to stop but couldn’t. Though my mind’s not as quick, my body’s still fine.”
“Brother Fang cares about you,” He Ao smiled as he reached out and closed the glass cabinet containing the noodles, spices, and small dishes.
The boiling broth in the large pot slowly quieted down, and the elderly found the lid from under the stall, covering the pot.
Plink—
Just then, a crisp sound landed on the pot lid.
Plink plink plink—
Imdiately following, ca dense raindrops accompanied by the roaring rumble of thunder.
“Hey, it’s raining!?” The elderly paused slightly, then began searching under the stall, “I rember bringing an umbrella? Forgot?”
While he searched, he waved his hand, “Ao, you’d better hurry back, I can handle this myself. Don’t catch a cold; you used to catch colds easily when you were young.”
“No need, Grandpa Fang,” He Ao smiled, pointing to the sky, “Look, the rain has stopped.”
The invisible wind, caressed up from the ground to the sky, like a comforting lody for the firmant, halting the dark clouds.
The urgent raindrops suddenly ceased.
“Eh? It really has stopped?” The elderly glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, “This weather is really strange.”
He quickly packed up the stall cart, looking at He Ao, “Ao, we gotta hurry, looks like the rain might start again.”
“Okay.” He Ao quickly joined the elderly in placing the stall cart under the canopy.
He stood on tiptoe slightly, taking down the hanging lamp from the bamboo pole at the edge of the stall.
“It’s nice being tall, young man.” The elderly, reaching out to untie the bamboo pole, laughed heartily and then looked at He Ao, “Ao, are you coming back to live here?”
“No,” He Ao handed the lantern to the elderly, “I’m just here on a business trip, passing through Xidu, so I ca ho to rest for a bit.”
“Good to co ho, good to co ho indeed.” The elderly took the lantern, holding it in his hand.
“By the way,” He Ao took out his phone and sent a teaching video from the Anming Record to the elderly, “We recently ca up with a new gymnastics routine, it’s good for health, Grandpa Fang, you should try it out, I’ve sent you the tutorial video.”
“Good, good,” the elderly looked at He Ao, took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at the video, and said with a smile, “This gymnastics is good, I’ll gather those old folks from the neighborhood to practice together, they’ve been complaining about not finding a new square dance track, worrying for days.”
“Great,” He Ao nodded with a smile, “I’ll be going now.”
“Good, good.” The elderly raised his head, watching He Ao’s silhouette disappear into the building.
Not until He Ao’s figure completely vanished into the stairwell did he turn back, packing everything away.
“Good,” he carried the lantern, leisurely walking into the old building, “Everything is good.”
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Back ho, He Ao stood on the balcony, watching the elderly enter the small building below, his reason seed to grow slightly stronger.
Then he raised his hand, a wisp of divine sense descended from the firmant, landing back at his fingertip.
Boom——
Rolling thunder echoed again across the sky, accumulated raindrops poured down in torrents.
He Ao stood in this blurred sound of rain, slowly retracting his hand.
This was one of the uses of divine sense at the Martial Arts B-level (Refining God) realm that he learned from that ‘old gentleman’ in the Martial Arts World.
‘In tune with Heaven, using clouds to spread rain.’
By aligning oneself with heaven and earth, using divine sense as a dium to influence the weather.
Sounds mysterious, but it’s actually quite easy to execute.
Of course, he could only guide and control existing or soon-to-be-born weather, not create it from scratch.
He Ao gazed at the raindrops falling from the sky, scratching his head.
His previous use of divine sense seed a bit rough indeed.
He raised his hand, closing the window, imdiately isolating much of the restless sound of the rain.
He felt the surging divine sense in his mind, it had been a while since he lacked divine sense.
According to the Martial Arts World’s elder, a normal ‘Refining God’ martial artist in the Martial Arts World generally needed several days or even half a month’s practice to condense a single strand of divine sense, and at most, their minds could hold forty-nine strands of divine sense, those with good talent could hold up to seventy-two strands.
The Martial Arts Elder, with exceptional talent, could only accommodate eighty-one strands of divine sense.
Thus, most martial artists save on their divine sense, carefully developing its uses, and preferring more ‘energy-efficient’ ones.
But after obtaining the Breathing and Exhaling Cultivation thod, He Ao could accumulate ten or more strands of divine sense in a day.
In Nandu, after completely transforming his internal energy circuit to closely align with nature, the condensation of divine sense beca automatic, generating about twenty strands naturally each day without needing action on his part.
So even if he previously used divine sense without much technique, relying on brute force, he never ran out of it.
In fact, perhaps related to the strength of his soul, the amount of divine sense he could store seed to far exceed ordinary martial artists, with his soul now holding about one hundred and sixty strands of divine sense.
These strands condensed together, forming a small lake in his mind.
The Martial Arts Elder had once inquired about the amount of divine sense he held, and then never brought up the topic again.
However, although these strands of divine sense were nurous compared to ordinary martial artists, He Ao had a faint feeling that they might not be enough for him to advance to a Martial Arts Angel.
He shook his head, shifting his focus away from the divine sense, starting to try controlling the power of Super mory, fully retracting it into his soul.
With the improvent in mastering Super mory, he could now finely control and restrain its power, avoiding the issue like in the last dungeon where its power leaked out, almost bursting the dungeon character’s body.
This was indeed good news.
He Ao dusted off the chair with a feather duster, then sat down on it.
The countdown in his field of view slowly reached zero.
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