Lin Xing followed Chen Xin back to his quarters. There was nothing much to speak of after that.
Lin Xing simply washed up and went to bed, and before long, the next day arrived.
Lin Xing was woken by Fufu's muttering. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard her saying who knew what inside his head.
He reached up and rubbed his slightly dizzy head. He had not felt anything yesterday, but after a night's sleep, the exhaustion came surging in.
His body was fine, but his mind was truly exhausted.
Faint prickles of pain and an itching numbness came from his brain. Yesterday's fighting had been so intense, and he had deployed his domain so intensely.
For that final move against Gu Rong, he had even brought out the Splendor of Tranquil Waters, pouring in almost seventy percent of the Intent he had at the time. Fortunately, Intent was rather special.
It was different from Soul Power. Once Soul Power was spent, you had to recover it slowly, but with Intent, as long as you remained conscious, whatever you spent would instantly replenish.
The only difference lay in the maximum capacity.
Comparing Intent and Soul Power, if both had a hundred points, spending thirty points of Soul Power meant slowly recovering them, whereas spending thirty points of Intent meant instantly filling back up.
What Lin Xing needed to improve was his own Intent's storage limit and his fine control over it.
If Chen Xin's Sword Intent capacity was a thousand, then Lin Xing's current capacity was five hundred.
That was already a very good result.
"Fufu, stop making noise."
Lin Xing sat up and rubbed the uncomfortable crown of his head. After getting dressed and quickly washing up, his mind cleared a little.
But that uncomfortable feeling remained.
Thinking about it now, the burnout mechanic over on the neighboring Douluo Nuo Continent was partly a restriction and partly a way to protect oneself.
He had deployed his domain without restraint, pulling out all sorts of flashy tricks and major moves one after another. It truly counted as madness.
Had this been next door, his brain would have blown a cylinder and killed him long ago.
Fortunately, there was no such thing as burnout here. As long as he could endure the aftereffects, he could deploy his domain as much as he liked.
"Hmph, serves you right for being so reckless yesterday. Look at you now. You've had a taste of the consequences."
Fufu sounded a little haughty, but also a little distressed for him.
"It's fine. This little bit of discomfort is nothing."
"Hmph, seeing how miserable you are, if you say, 'Lady Furina, please help me,' I might be able to ease it a little~"
Inside the Sea of Consciousness, Fufu stood with her arms crossed, looking haughty.
"Oh? Does Fufu have some ability I don't know about?"
Lin Xing grew interested. It was just saying a few words. No big deal.
Lin Xing first made sure nobody would suddenly barge into his room, then said:
"Lady Furina, please help me!"
"Hiss..."
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Xing could not help shuddering all over, his face flushing a little. Though he had told himself it was just saying a few words and nothing much,
actually saying it so directly still left him feeling somewhat embarrassed.
But those words absolutely delighted Fufu.
"Since you're being so sincere, this Fufu shall reluctantly lend you a hand."
Fufu waved one hand inside the Sea of Consciousness, and a blue Oceanid appeared within Lin Xing's Sea of Consciousness.
However, Fufu's was different from the one Lin Xing summoned. This one was relatively smaller, and its color leaned toward deep blue.
Blue, rippling energy kept moving through Lin Xing's Sea of Consciousness, and his exhausted mind recovered at a practically visible speed.
Even the look in his eyes changed.
To put it another way, one second he had been in a just-woken-up state, and the next, he was in the mental state of someone who had found top-tier red loot several games in a row and successfully extracted several times.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
"So you can do that too..."
Lin Xing looked thoughtful. He roughly understood how Fufu had done it.
"Hehe~"
"Well? Isn't this Fufu amazing?"
Coming back to his senses, Lin Xing smiled as well.
"Yes, yes, yes. My Fufu is the best."
"Wh-who's yours? Don't flatter yourself!"
Lin Xing merely smiled without saying a word.
With his mind restored, he felt he could fight Chen Xin for another three hundred rounds.
He acted on the thought, decisively pushing the door open and walking out. The instant it opened, he collided head-on with Ning Rongrong, who was rushing toward him.
Thud.
Without question, Ning Rongrong was knocked straight to the ground. She held her reddened forehead with both hands, though she did not burst into tears.
"Y-you... why didn't you make any noise before coming out?"
Lin Xing froze for a moment too. He looked around and, finding no sign of Chen Xin, reached out and helped Ning Rongrong up.
"Are you all right?"
"Hmph, this young lady doesn't need your concern. I'm here to see Big Sister Furina!"
Lin Xing reached into his Sea of Consciousness and pulled Fufu out.
The child, who had still been rather smug and haughty, immediately threw herself at Furina upon seeing her.
"Big Sister Furina!"
Ning Rongrong jumped up and wrapped her arms around Fufu's waist, rubbing her little face against the spot just below Furina's chest.
"Just a reminder: your Big Sister Furina likes little cakes. If you take her to have some now, she might be even happier."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong immediately let go and jumped down.
"Really, Big Sister Furina?"
Fufu shot Lin Xing a glare, then crouched down and patted Ning Rongrong's little head.
"Indeed. Compared with other things, I do have more of a fondness for little cakes."
Then Ning Rongrong pulled Fufu away, and Lin Xing did not think much of it.
For him, right now, it was better to hurry and improve his strength.
As for whether Fufu might get bullied by someone...
What a joke. With Ning Rongrong alongside her, it would be good enough if they did not bully anyone else.
Following the sensing of his own Intent, Lin Xing manifested the Seven Kill Sword beneath his feet and hurried toward the rear mountain.
Terrifying fluctuations of Soul Power were spreading outward from there.
Lin Xing flew to the mountaintop and looked down.
A battle at the Titled Douluo level was erupting there, and the two combatants were undoubtedly Chen Xin and Gu Rong.
Seeing this, Lin Xing enlarged the Seven Kill Sword beneath his feet, then sat right down and began enjoying this grand Titled Douluo-level spectacle.
Naturally, both men noticed Lin Xing on the mountaintop, but neither had any intention of stopping.
"Old Sword Man, your Intent falls far short of your disciple's."
Though Chen Xin and Gu Rong's battle was intense, both men were relatively relaxed, provoking each other and trading trash talk.
"Old Bone, even my disciple managed to hurt you. I'm just afraid I'll injure you if I put any strength into it, and now you're getting carried away?"