An Intoxicating Night

Lin Fan calmed his thoughts. The outside turmoil, the authorities' suspicions, Lu Qian's doubts—he temporarily cast them all to the back of his mind.

Cultivation was Lin Fan's only goal at present.

Lin Fan knew that his excessively rapid cultivation progress would very likely stir up thoughts in certain people. Then he could only work harder to raise his cultivation first. As for everything else, once his cultivation was strong enough, it would naturally be resolved with the stroke of a knife.

Streams of Inner Qi washed through his limbs and bones. His skeleton, flesh, and skin grew ever tougher and more solid under the unceasing nourishment of that Inner Qi. He could clearly sense that with every additional strand of Inner Qi, his physical body and cultivation rose by a small measure. Yet maintaining the five-thousandfold effect also consumed no small amount of mental energy. A fine layer of sweat seeped from his brow and slowly slid down his cheeks.

At the courtyard gate, Su Qingwei stood quietly beneath the corridor roof. She did not dare step forward and disturb him, merely watching Lin Fan as he sat cross-legged in meditation from afar. Standing silently to one side, she saw the aura around him surge violently at times before settling again, and there was a trace of heartache and concern hidden in her eyes.

Only when the night had deepened and moonlight spilled down, blanketing the entire martial arts ground.

Lin Fan's aura steadily climbed higher through round after round of arduous cultivation.

Who knew how long had passed before he slowly exhaled a long breath of turbid white air and abruptly opened his eyes. Two flashes of brilliance flickered through his gaze and vanished.

Lin Fan raised his head and saw Su Qingwei standing beneath the corridor, watching