This is too hilarious!

30. The takeoff began in a panic.

The chaos lasted for several minutes.

All three dream artifacts stopped arguing at the same time.

He is now a figure of legend, and a powerful warrior in his previous life.

They are most sensitive to confused thoughts.

Especially considering that there were two others present who hadn't yet condensed their inner energy... Li Youye and Feng Jue.

Without the protection of the Mind-Binding Star, the chaotic thoughts of these two people in Bai Hui's home were like two extremely conspicuous sources of radiation and searchlights.

Because it was so messy that the quality was extremely low, the three dream artifacts sensed something was wrong due to a faint feeling of disgust.

"Alright, stop fooling around!"

Uncle Zhong quickly pulled himself out from among the pile of kitchen utensils and scolded, "Cook, when are you going to curb your temper? Don't you even know why Xiao Hui didn't come back last week?"

"Where do kitchen utensils get their hearts?!"

The cook stubbornly insisted, then added, "Xiao Jing, please help me..."

The mirror surface shattered slightly and then rapidly repaired itself, leaving a mark that resembled a pulsating electrocardiogram. The sounds emitted during the process twisted together, eerily coalescing into a powerful, 'giggle' laugh.

"You two still like to joke around so much... Alright, I can help this female student, and Xiao Hui too. As for the other two, you can handle them."

Feng Jue and Li Youye were of average appearance, and not really ugly.

But with Bai Huizhu as a precedent, Sister Jing couldn't possibly be interested in these two male classmates.

Immediately, Mirror Sister moved in front of He Qing. The rectangular mirror shattered, revealing a broken human figure with cracks around the edges. She carefully supported the frantic He Qing with her sharp edges and led him to a guest room next door.

Meanwhile, after accepting as much information as possible from Uncle Zhong, Bai Hui had 18 points of sanity remaining.

His expression was so empty and cold that it seemed as if he were already dead.

But his heart was beating more intensely and powerfully than ever before, pounding in his chest.

He even had a little energy left to observe the situation on the scene, seeing Feng Jue and He Qing dancing, and Li Youye unaware that he was mistaking the reflection on the TV screen for his companion, which he found somewhat abstract.

"Um, will we still be able to get to school in time this afternoon?"

"Oh?" Uncle Zhong was slightly surprised.

"I don't care, but if they don't go back, especially Feng Jue, his family might not be so easy to deal with."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhong said, "It's possible to get you back to school in the afternoon, but they're clearly in a frenzy right now. A single lunch break probably won't be enough for them to recover. They'll be in a daze when they return to school, which might actually make things worse..."

"Should I call Mr. Li and ask him to help me ask for leave?"

"Please...please take leave?!"

Feng Jue was delirious and panicked, babbling incoherently: "No, I can't take leave! No! Don't let my parents know! Hehehehe... There's not enough time, is there enough time? No, there isn't enough time, ding-dong, babbling on and on..."

His expression was a mix of crying and laughing, with tears streaming down his face.

Bai Hui: "..."

The cook said guiltily, "Oh, this child... it's all my fault. If all else fails, I'll have to knock him out first. It'll be good for him to rest a little..."

As he spoke, a kitchen knife floated up quietly, but after a slight pause, it fell to the ground and was replaced by a rolling pin.

"Old Ghost Zhong, do you remember when you got dizzy from being hit on the back of your neck?"

"What kind of alarm clock would make someone dizzy in the back of their neck from being hit?"

Uncle Zhong shook the pointer and said, "It's a pity. This child is almost at the critical point of condensing his inner energy, but let alone the precision of his moves, he can't even maintain any rhythm anymore."

"Smashing it a couple more times should knock it out, right?" the cook muttered uncertainly, the rolling pin eager to try.

"If you hurt someone's child, how long will it take for him to recover?" Uncle Zhong scolded. "Besides, he's almost insane now. If you hit him again, it could easily leave him with psychological trauma!"

Li Youye stood in front of the refrigerator, head bowed, and said, "Uncle Zhong is right, Bai Hui, what do you think?"

Bai Hui's forehead was covered in a menacing black and red veins, and Feng Jue's black and white line drawing was riddled with errors in his eyes.

Adjusting moves...

It's not difficult.

And it doesn't have to be too painful.

He took a deep breath, and the alarm clock pattern on his chest had completely solidified. The excessive consumption of his heart energy made his muscles ache slightly.

Bai Hui stepped forward, first imitating Feng Jue's movements, trying to synchronize with him as much as possible, and then tentatively hitting him with small-amplitude "caregiver punches" to adjust his condition.

The stagnant blood was gently dispersed, the limbs were adjusted by external force, and the external force penetrated the skin and flesh, vibrating the muscles and bones.

Feng Jue performed a set of Xingyi Five Elements Fist that was so stiff it required blinking to get a frame, but the body movements were perfectly standard.

Bai Hui broke out in a cold sweat and continued to lightly punch Feng Jue in the chest and abdomen to make his breathing rhythm as normal as possible.

During the process, Sister Jing went out again and saw this scene. The mirror surface was slightly distorted, as if she was somewhat surprised.

This continued for about ten minutes.

Exhausted both mentally and physically, Feng Jue's chaotic thoughts were brought to a standstill by his highly precise and rigid moves.

A hint of unease quietly condensed during this process!

At the same time, Feng Jue's hands and feet trembled violently, and his eyes rolled upwards.

My stomach felt like it had been starving for a long time, my hands and feet were cold and numb, and I fainted after tilting my head back.

Bai Hui did indeed let out a soft "hmm".

The alarm clock pattern on his chest warmed slightly. Bai Hui looked down and saw a simple line of text quietly appearing in the [Simple Lines] mode—

[Saves the time normally spent on mental cultivation, converting 2.5 hours of personal time]

This written description seems to contain a wealth of other information.

However, because of the simple lines, they were all suppressed and dormant, unable to be presented.

Before Bai Hui could figure it out, Li Youye began frantically running in circles around the living room:

"Holy crap, why did you hit him?! Are you going to hit me too?! Don't hit him, buddy! No, why did you hit me?! You hit him, so don't hit me!"

As he ran, he entered the bathroom, closed the door, and frantically began to shout, "Sage mode, get out!"

"You deadbeat! Get hard already!"

Bai Hui: "..."

He quietly chose to use those two and a half hours of "personal time".

The whole world seemed to freeze in his eyes, and only he could move freely within it.

But it was just him and Uncle Chung.

In this state, he is completely unable to affect anything around him.

Because there is no 'process of influence'.

Uncle Zhong stopped talking, and the alarm clock-like main body automatically adjusted the timer, and the time that belonged exclusively to Bai Hui slowly passed.

Listening to the steady ticking sound, and looking at the simple lines and black and white line drawings.

Without having to think about or accept the vast, complex, or abstract information from the outside world, Bai Hui's restless heart gradually began to calm down.

He then slowly began to punch, and his recovery speed increased even more.

As for why he didn't take off with it... he simply didn't have the right feeling!

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