Seeking the Path to Awakening, Asking the Way to Mystery, True Martial Power Hidden in the Dantian!

Few people found more than a handful of friends they could truly confide in during their lives. Although Chen Jue was no ordinary person, he would not think less of the ordinary friends around him.

To Chen Jue, relationships were relationships, and cultivation was cultivation. As long as he was strong enough to control his own destiny, he could have both.

After dinner, Chen Jue took the thoroughly drunk Jiang Fan back to the hospital and left his drunken college roommate in his family's care.

He saw that it was already dark outside, and tickets for the last high-speed train had sold out.

In no hurry to return, Chen Jue found a nicer hotel and stayed the night. The next morning, he slept until he woke naturally, ate breakfast, then leisurely took a taxi to Hangzhou East Station.

Since he caught a morning train, it was almost noon when he reached An County.

Riding an urban-rural bus toward the outskirts, Chen Jue gazed at the level rice paddies streaming backward on both sides of the road.

The babbling streams, broad asphalt roads, and new resettlement villages with yellow walls-the familiar scenery carried an added touch of languor in the summer heat.

Ever since he had begun cultivating, Chen Jue had felt time passing swiftly. It was rare for him to appreciate his familiar hometown as patiently as he did now.

Perhaps it was because he had comprehended the mysteries of the "void." Chen Jue found that he no longer needed to "rush" as he once had. He could follow his wishes and let things come as fate allowed.

He got off the bus at the entrance to town and strolled through the market he had not visited in so long. Carrying two large bags of food, he boarded a rural