pjbooks Chapter 322 Are you buying skill books wholesale?
Chapter 322 Are you buying skill books wholesale?
Wang Qingyun's fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his spittle almost sprayed onto Chen Yifan's face.
Chen Yifan was forced to lean back slightly to avoid the pungent smell of swill.
"Uncle Wang, let go first."
Chen Yifan raised his hands to show his innocence.
"Would you believe me if I said it was a one-in-a-hundred-million accident?"
"Accident?"
Wang Qingyun laughed in anger, raising his voice eight octaves.
"You touched me, and my newly mastered SS-level skill was gone. You turned around and used it to teleport out, and you're telling me this was an accident?"
Chen Yifan remained expressionless, his mind racing.
The trump card of "Stealing Everything"—which can forcibly plunder things regardless of cause and effect—must never be exposed.
This has nothing to do with trust.
"My talent encountered a slight mishap during awakening."
Chen Yifan started arguing.
"It was initially classified as F-rank, but I discovered that it can occasionally replicate high-energy fluctuations it comes into contact with. The situation was too urgent just now, and I forcibly imitated your skill frequency, and somehow I managed to 'draw' it over. I've never succeeded with this move before."
This explanation is riddled with flaws.
Wang Qingyun stared at him for a full half minute, her breathing growing heavier and heavier.
Just when Chen Yifan thought the old man was going to fight him to the death.
Wang Qingyun abruptly released his grip and took two steps back in an annoyed manner.
"Alright, alright, stop making things up."
Wang Qingyun grabbed a handful of hair covered in vegetable leaves in frustration.
"Everyone has their secrets. You're lucky to be alive. It's just a void portal, fine, consider it a gift."
Seeing the old man's resigned and unlucky look, Chen Yifan felt a strange sense of guilt for the first time.
Wang Qingyun saved him so many times, and not only did he not repay him, he also stole the man's most treasured life-saving skill. It was really not very kind of him.
He was about to promise that he would find a way to make it up to him later.
Wang Qingyun reached into the pocket of his tank top and rummaged around.
Splash!
He tossed three skill books, gleaming with a dazzling purple-gold light, onto the cardboard box next to him.
[SS-Rank Spatial System: Void Warp]
[SS-Class Spatial System: Dimensional Stealth]
[S-Rank Space-Type (Growable): Sumeru Wuxiang]
Wang Qingyun wiped the stinky water off his face, picked through the three priceless skill books, and muttered to himself.
"Which one should I learn? This one's stealth is good for running away, but this one's warp is better for carrying people. It's so annoying, I should have known better than to choose void travel, it consumes too much resources."
The guilt and gratitude that Chen Yifan had just begun to feel vanished instantly.
What the hell!
What is this?!
He actually took out SS-level space skill books that could fetch astronomical prices on the market and attract major financial groups to fight tooth and nail for them, and he was buying them in bulk!
"This is it."
Wang Qingyun picked up the book "Void Warp" and clapped his hands together.
The skill book transformed into a stream of light and entered his brow.
"Phew, that feels good."
Wang Qingyun stretched his neck, walked over, and slapped Chen Yifan on the shoulder.
"Let's go, this place isn't safe either. The lantern bearers might conduct large-scale checks at any time. I'll take you to a better place."
As he spoke, the old man raised his hand again.
That familiar tearing sensation returned.
An extremely stable spatial portal opened in mid-air.
Wang Qingyun kicked it in, and Chen Yifan followed closely behind.
The passageway was closed, and the waste treatment plant returned to silence.
Three hundred meters underground in Jiangcheng.
This is a completely abandoned military air-raid shelter.
The walls were covered with heavy lead and a special psionic coating to prevent detection.
The two emerged from the portal.
Ignoring the dirty and messy surroundings, Chen Yifan immediately dialed Xia Nan's number.
The communication was established very quickly.
"Did you receive the person?"
Chen Yifan got straight to the point.
Xia Nan's hushed voice came from the other end of the communicator:
"Received. The targeted teleportation was very precise. I've placed her in the Xia family's highest-level silent treatment pod, surrounded by my grandfather's loyal guards. Even within the Xia family, very few people know about it."
"Okay. Consider it a big favor I owe you."
"How's the situation on your end?"
Xia Nan spoke urgently.
"Jiangcheng's air defense network has been completely paralyzed. There are reports that the Lanternmen have deployed space-based weapons."
"I'm fine. Don't contact me for the next few days, and take good care of her."
Chen Yifan decisively hung up the communication and directly pried out the encrypted chip and crushed it.
My sister is safe.
The heaviest weight on his heart finally lifted.
Chen Yifan pulled over a rusty iron chair and sat down.
Wang Qingyun was leaning against the corner of the wall, taking deep drags on a cheap cigarette that had become limp from being soaked in swill. Amidst the swirling smoke, the old man's expression appeared somewhat uncertain.
As Chen Yifan looked at him, the image of the lamplighter named Ghost before his death involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
The other person's terrified roar, which seemed to tear his vocal cords apart, kept echoing in his ears.
"Uncle Wang," Chen Yifan broke the silence in the air-raid shelter, "what exactly is this 'lock' they're talking about?"
Wang Qingyun paused in his smoking motion.
He raised his eyelids, his expression extremely complicated, and stared at Chen Yifan for several seconds.
The old man exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and sighed softly.
"It seems you really don't understand the rules of these unorthodox sects at all. It's a miracle you've survived this long."
Wang Qingyun extinguished the cigarette butt with his toe.
"To facilitate the management of this planet, the World Engine has branded all of humanity. One is a genetic lock that restricts physical transformation, and the other is a mental lock that locks mental strength."
"As long as these two locks are in place, no matter how high the level or how good the equipment of the local professionals are, they will never be able to break through the level 100 barrier."
Wang Qingyun pointed to his head.
"The heretical path, in essence, is to bypass the judgment of the world engine and borrow higher-dimensional and more violent power."
"To harness this power, we must first deceive the system. How?"
"Pry it open with your bare hands!"
Wang Qingyun emphasized his words.
"All practitioners of unorthodox paths must use an extremely large amount of power to forcibly pry open the 'lock' even a crack in order to use this power. The larger the crack, the more unorthodox power you can draw upon."
"But this is going against the will of Heaven! The corrective force of the World Engine will constantly press down, attempting to close the lock again. That pressure, if not handled carefully, can crush a person into a puddle of mush!"
Upon hearing this, a thought flashed through Chen Yifan's mind.
He finally understood why Luo Tian had previously called him a unique genius of the spiritual lineage.
I also completely understood the feeling of the ghost's worldview collapsing before he died.
It turns out that all of this was because I didn't have what I thought was a mental lock at all.
Wang Qingyun continued:
"The more powerful a person is, the stronger they are, and the less energy they need to maintain the lock. Only then can they use the remaining energy to draw upon external forces in battle."
Chen Yifan eagerly pressed on with the question:
"How much power would a typical non-Buddhist practitioner usually need to open and maintain that lock?"
A smug look appeared on Wang Qingyun's face, and he raised his chin.
"That's why you asked me."
"If it were that Thousand-Faced Buddha, he would probably have to use 99% of his power to resist the correction of the shackles, only daring to let out 1% of his power to play tricks. If he let out even a little more, he would have lost control and mutated on his own."
Wang Qingyun pointed to his nose and said with great pride:
"Back in my day, I was a universally acknowledged genius. I only needed half my strength to open that lock! The remaining half was entirely at my disposal! That's what makes me so powerful!"
Chen Yifan fell silent.
He sat calmly on the rusty iron chair, but his inner ecstasy was about to explode.
Fifty percent?
Ninety-nine percent?
It turns out that even the most extraordinary geniuses have to use half of their power to maintain a negative state.
And he?
He doesn't need to expend even a fraction of his mental energy to fight against any world rules.
Every time he shoots, he goes all out at 100% power.
No loss!
No restrictions!
No wonder those few third-tier fanatic believers were instantly killed before they could even touch his clothes!
I never realized I had become this strong.
"Therefore, the path of unorthodox cultivation is like dancing on a tightrope with your life on the line. If you are even slightly distracted, you will be locked up and suffer a backlash."
Wang Qingyun, with his hands behind his back, gave a heartfelt summary.
But just as he finished summarizing, he suddenly realized something.
The old man's eyes narrowed little by little.
That's not right.
The Ghost is one of the Lamplighters' elite forces.
Although that kid is a junior, he is definitely in the third tier within the heretical sect system.
The ghost follows the mental path, maintaining the mental lock, and at most uses 70% of its power. The remaining 30% of the external black fire is absolutely not to be underestimated in terms of destructive power.
Even if Chen Yifan is a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, he can still reduce the energy required to maintain the shackles to 70%.
Facing the black fire that the ghost launched its final counterattack, it was absolutely impossible to win so easily.
Moreover, it's not about mobilizing more resources to make things stronger; quality also plays a role!
That doesn't make sense!
This is absolutely illogical!
"You little brat..."
Wang Qingyun suddenly took a big step forward, his pride vanished, replaced by extreme doubt.
Ignoring Chen Yifan's reaction, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed his fingertip directly at Chen Yifan's forehead.
"Uncle Wang, what are you doing?"
Chen Yifan frowned.
"Don't move! Let me see what you're made of!"
Wang Qingyun used his last remaining spiritual energy to forcefully pierce into Chen Yifan's spiritual sea between his eyebrows.
There was no resistance.
Chen Yifan did not activate his Heart Palace to conceal his true intentions.
Wang Qingyun's investigation followed Chen Yifan's mental sea, attempting to perceive the chain of rules that exists in everyone.
one second.
two seconds.
Wang Qingyun's breathing stopped completely.
His fingers hovered half an inch between Chen Yifan's eyebrows, trembling violently.
blank.
Still blank!
That invisible shackle that should have firmly bound the strength of the human soul, representing the supreme rule of the world's engine...
It doesn't exist at all!
"this……"
Wang Qingyun abruptly pulled his hand back and hurriedly retreated, tripping over a piece of old iron frame behind him and falling to the ground with a thud.
The old man was completely oblivious to his disheveled state; his eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of life, were now filled with indescribable horror and fear.
"You little brat..." Wang Qingyun's lips trembled violently as he pointed a finger at Chen Yifan, his voice hoarse and barely audible, "You... you didn't lock it?!"
Chen Yifan looked at Wang Qingyun, who had fallen to the ground, and slowly stood up.
He did not deny it.
He took a step forward, looked at the former high-ranking official, and spoke in a completely indifferent tone.
"Uncle Wang, since you've already seen it..."
"If I were to confront those who framed my sister right now, what do you think my chances of winning are?"