Chapter 581: Chapter 330: Seven Points to the Original Energy, Move for Me!
Duan Yun fell asleep as soon as he said he would, swiftly embracing half of the "seven points to the original energy" and dozing off.
During this nap, he slept deeply, constantly feeling as if he was resting amidst softness.
From morning until dusk, it wasn’t until the carriage wheel rolled over a stone, causing quite a bump, that Duan Yun gradually woke.
The first thing he saw was a piece of fabric with alternating black and white colors.
The next moment, Duan Yun realized why his sleep felt so soft.
Was this Leng Yimeng’s leg?
He looked upward, but the high peak blocked his view, causing Duan Yun to be unable to see Leng Yimeng’s face immediately.
His first thought was that Xiatou deliberately put me on his legs while I was asleep, right?
But then he realized he might be wrong.
He was seated opposite, which meant he was lying across the other’s leg.
Leng Yimeng must have noticed that he had awakened, and a cool voice drifted over - "Have you slept enough?"
Duan Yun got up and said, "Enough, enough!"
At this moment, Leng Yimeng’s face finally entered his field of vision.
Not the imagined disdain, but there was a hint of resentment.
Duan Yun worried if he had accidentally done anything, saying, "I didn’t do anything, right? Don’t worry, if there’s anything, I’ll take responsibility."
Leng Yimeng bit her lip and said, "I don’t want you to take responsibility, nor is there anything to take responsibility for. You just called out a few names in your dream."
"Names?"
"You called Feng Ling’er thirty-four times, Shen Ying sixty-six times. I thought they were tricking me before, but turns out you are indeed close with them," Leng Yimeng said coldly.
"We’ve spent a lot of time together. Oh yes, they still owe me silver," Duan Yun replied.
He didn’t know why sleeping and feeling like soft clouds would make him call out women’s names. Could it be that spending too much time with the Murong brothers made him behave strangely?
The responsibility lies entirely with the Murong brothers!
Leng Yimeng seemed to completely ignore his explanation and said, "But I really can’t understand why you called a ’Ming Xing’ three hundred and sixty-five times; she must owe you a lot of money."
It must be said, although Leng Yimeng usually looks indifferent, this analysis shows her sharp detective instincts.
Duan Yun really had no good explanation at the moment.
Ming Xing didn’t owe him silver; in fact, he owed her a favor.
However, at this point, instead of feeling bothered, Duan Yun felt relieved.
He recited their names because they are masters, Feng Ling’er’s swordsmanship is quite feminine yet very stylish, Shen Ying’s Nine Death Silkworm skills he has long coveted, and Ming Xing, she’s special.
Not only is he interested in her Mingyu Divine Skill, but he has always wanted to fight her again, to defeat her and regain his dignity.
How could Old Demon Duan, Young Hero Duan, be one woman short?
Clearly, Leng Yimeng didn’t know any of this and said, "Stop the carriage."
When the carriage stopped, Leng Yimeng stood up and got off.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but poke his head out to watch, only to be chided by Leng Yimeng, "Peeking at someone’s convenience, you pervert, so downcast!"
She had been Duan Yun’s pillow for most of the day, which is quite natural.
Only then did Duan Yun realize and retracted his head.
Being scolded as downcast by Xiatou, this time he really seemed to be downcast; who could understand such a feeling?
It’s not true to say Leng Yimeng wasn’t angry.
For in her heart, Duan Yun seemed to have forgotten both her and her sister, especially with someone he constantly remembered.
But the recent events told her that this Old Demon forgets a lot of women, beyond just names.
Women always compare and compete in certain areas, which can invoke anger.
Sitting in the compartment, Duan Yun thought about the maple tree on the cliff outside the window, involuntarily recalling that soft experience from his nap.
This time, he slept deeply and comfortably, rare comfort.
Leng Yimeng offered him a sense of inclusion.
Yes, it was this sense of inclusion that made him feel soft and comfortable enough to sleep so long.
And at that moment, his gaze fell upon the characters sandwiched in the sutra, and suddenly, an epiphany struck him.
He understood!
He knew how to read those sentences!
These few pictographs were like sturdy men, seemingly stiff, yet critical, impossible to erase.
What he needed to do was to include.
To include these words with the sentences before and after!
In that instant, the pictographs seemed to come alive, becoming as resilient as iron, while the words before and after them felt like Leng Yimeng’s leg, including them softly.
"Qi Realm, old roots intertwining, heart essence source flow, heart..."
This time, Duan Yun found everything connected, his internal breath flowing with the sentences.
All of a sudden, he felt a surge of energy.
An upward surge of energy!
"Returning Essence Qi?" Duan Yun wondered.
For a moment, Duan Yun felt an urge to move upward.
Thus, he no longer suppressed the urge, letting the Qi circulate and shouted, "Charge!"
"Charge fiercely!"
"Charge ruthlessly!"
Only to see Duan Yun swing his hands to the side, a stream of invisible gas immediately soared skywards, puncturing straight through the carriage top.
This surge was no small phenomenon; the rush was akin to an exhilarating ascent.
Thus, Duan Yun couldn’t help but shout, "Continue!"
Leng Yimeng, who was originally squatting there, suddenly furrowed her beautiful brows hearing this.
Crazy?
But as the thought formed, she felt a forceful upward surge erupting!
A miraculous scene unfolded as Leng Yimeng’s urine reversed its flow and returned, leaving her in a state of bewilderment.
She felt a blankness in her mind but so extraordinarily refreshed.
The same refreshing sensation was shared by her sister, Leng Yixue, sitting there.
From an aerial perspective, centered around Duan Yun, the trio’s hair billowed with an invisible stream rising from their heads.
This rush surged out from below, like a fountain.
At this point, the force abruptly halted.
Duan Yun couldn’t help but shiver.
Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue shivered simultaneously.
A refreshing shiver.
Especially Leng Yimeng, her reversed urine flowed down again, inducing several shivers.
And at that moment, she just felt her mind was slightly blank, asking, "What just happened?"
Why, how peculiar?
Indeed, the recent surge had gone straight to her brain, clearing it out while surprisingly refreshing, resulting in temporary amnesia.
The same temporary amnesia happened to Leng Yixue.
Sitting there with some confusion, wondering aloud, "What just happened?"
As the orchestrator of this surge, Duan Yun hadn’t forgotten; instead, through the hole in the carriage roof, he captured some traces.
He saw the rising Qi from Leng Yixue’s head slowly return to her body.
"Clearly, I activated the ’seven points to the original energy,’ why did her Qi also emerge?"
"Could it be that the Returning Essence Qi involves others beyond just myself?"
At this moment, Leng Yimeng got back into the carriage, feeling both fulfilled yet entirely invigorated.
Seeing her head, Duan Yun found a wisp of Qi gradually settling into her crown.
Her sister’s Qi also surfaced?
Duan Yun couldn’t help but ask, "Did you feel anything special just now?"
Upon seeing his question, Leng Yimeng hastily covered her chest and lower region, saying, "Are you trying to ask about that feeling?"
Duan Yun quickly shook his head, "No, not that."
Leng Yimeng blushed instantly, "Not letting you see, you still imagine, then refuse to say and yet ask."
Duan Yun: "..."
Suddenly recalling, Leng Yimeng couldn’t help but fiercely say, "Ask your Feng Ling’er, Shen Ying, or whatever Ming Xing then! We Goddess Catchers have no obligation to tell you such things."
At this moment, Leng Yimeng remembered something and questioned, "The Ming Xing you mentioned in your dream, wouldn’t be the Palace Master of Mingyu Palace, right?"
The two Palace Masters of Mingyu Palace are martial arts legends; anyone who enters the Martial World rarely hasn’t heard of them.
Leng Yimeng as the Goddess Catcher had heard of them since childhood.
But their titles have always been "Palace Master," which is why she didn’t react immediately.
Duan Yun replied, "Perhaps."
Leng Yimeng showed an expression of shock.
Old Demon Duan truly seems demonic, even aiming to meddle with the Martial World’s legendary Second Palace Master?
Seeing Leng Yimeng’s expression, Duan Yun realized she misunderstood again and quickly said, "It’s not what you think."
"Dare to think but afraid to admit, calling yourself a big hero," Leng Yimeng said.
Duan Yun said, "Where did I refuse to admit."
Feeling a bit sour, Leng Yimeng couldn’t help but remark, "Even if you want to, it’s useless. A red gate is a red gate; a wooden gate remains a wooden gate. An... young hero really overthinks."
In truth, she wanted to say, "You are an old demon, intending to play with Goddess Catcher, fine, but also wanting to toy with the Mingyu Palace’s Second Palace Master?"