Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1615 Could I be the group owner?

Su Fan sat on the jade couch, his thoughts drifting aimlessly like a kite with a broken string, a lingering sense of restlessness and confusion between his brows.

Just as he was lost in thought, a thought from Qingxuzi entered his mind.

"Don't touch the second Yin Spirit yet; it will be useful later..."

His brows furrowed even more, his mind filled with doubt.

What use is there in keeping the second Yin Spirit? The doubts in my heart grew heavier and heavier, and even my breathing slowed down.

Before Qingxuzi could reply, a thought was transmitted to his mind first.

"If you don't want your Yin Spirit to possess you, it's best to keep your second Yin Spirit for now..."

It's obvious without even thinking that this thought must have come from that old hag.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Su Fan's head.

All the previous wild thoughts vanished instantly, and the doubts in my heart were suddenly cleared up.

Only then did he belatedly realize that the two big shots' intentions were never just casual remarks, but rather subtle reminders about matters of life and death.

He is now at the late stage of the Integration Realm. Although he has taken a shortcut through evil means, his foundation is somewhat weaker than that of ordinary cultivators.

However, with time and gradual accumulation, one can eventually reach the threshold of the Great Perfection of the Integration Realm.

But he knew in his heart that when that time came, it would be the biggest life-or-death ordeal of his life.

The Yin spirit within the body will gradually merge with the physical body. Every step is like walking on thin ice. If one is not careful and loses control of one's mind, the Yin spirit will take advantage of the situation and completely take over the body.

At that time, this body will no longer belong to Su Fan.

Ultimately, it's because he possesses the seed of evil.

The Yin spirit within him was not something he had conceived himself, but rather a wisp of an avatar of a powerful demon from the upper realm, constantly lurking in the depths of his consciousness.

They are just waiting for the perfect moment to take over.

Thinking of this, Su Fan couldn't help but sigh heavily, a trace of weariness and helplessness flashing across his eyes.

Although he has been deliberately avoiding this matter, the day when the spirit and the body will merge is getting closer and closer, and it is time to consider it carefully.

That lurking crisis was like a sword hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment.

Fortunately, Su Fan is a big-hearted person. If it were someone else, being stared at by such a terrifying being and facing the risk of being possessed, they would have collapsed from anxiety day after day long.

Before Su Fan could even express his feelings, his mind became lively again.

Qingxuzi's thoughts were the first to arrive, his tone carrying a hint of insistence. Immediately afterward, the old hag's thoughts retorted, full of disdain and sarcasm.

The two exchanged words back and forth, initially in a peaceful manner, but their tone became increasingly aggressive and their argument grew more and more intense.

In the end, they actually started arguing right there in his mind. The two thoughts collided, and even Su Fan's mind trembled slightly.

Su Fan found it somewhat absurd that these two powerful figures, who had lived for countless years, were actually arguing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

That's amazing.

What does that make him? Does he think I'm the group admin?

What surprised him even more was that the argument between the two was so loud that it may have alerted Lao Long Li Gao, and in the end, he also got involved.

Instantly, a three-way standoff formed in his mind's eye, with arguments rising and falling, creating a chaotic mess.

Su Fan also wanted to get involved, since it concerned his life.

However, he discovered that the three were arguing about something far too advanced, consisting entirely of profound techniques and Yin spirit refining methods that he had never heard of before.

He was completely bewildered by every word and didn't even have the right to interrupt.

He could only watch as the three big shots ran amok in his mind's eye.

Su Fan's lips twitched, his heart filled with helplessness.

You guys are awesome, okay?

I'm leaving the group...

But as soon as this thought popped into his head, he realized that he couldn't disband the group at all.

Damn it, I can at least mute group messages, right?

Su Fan forcibly suppressed the noisy thoughts in his mind, trying to avoid seeing them.

Thinking of this, he stood up from the jade couch with a look of grief and indignation and went to the small courtyard outside.

The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard, and several shimmering butterflies were fluttering their wings among the flowers. Little Su Luoyu was tiptoeing and hopping after the butterflies, her laughter as clear and crisp as a wind chime.

Seeing his daughter's joyful appearance, Su Fan's irritation instantly dissipated, and he began to chase the little girl around the yard.

Meanwhile, at the card table in another corner of the courtyard.

"Eighty thousand..."

"Wait a minute... I'll touch it..."

Wei Xiaomo sat calmly at the card table, eating and playing cards as usual, her every move exuding a touch of languor.

There was no indication that her thoughts were currently arguing heatedly with the two old men, Qingxuzi and Laolong Ligao, in Su Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

She can handle both without neglecting either, and she can manage them with ease.

However, the atmosphere inside the Yin Gathering Secret Realm is completely different.

Qingxuzi and Laolong Ligao sat facing each other, both surrounded by a faint aura of power. Their gazes frequently met, their eyes filled with the intent to clash.

The air seemed to freeze, thick with tension.

The Evil Buddha Old Wang and Ji Feng stood to the side, hands at their sides, not daring to even breathe loudly. They didn't even have the right to sit at the table and participate in the debate.

Su Fan, who had muted group messages, was living a carefree and comfortable life, completely unaffected.

He was having a great time chasing butterflies with the little girl in the yard. Their laughter and the little girl's playful noises mingled together, filling the whole courtyard with warmth.

"Haha...Dad...help me pursue that one..."

Su Luoyu raised her little fist, ran while turning back to shout at Su Fan, her face full of innocent smiles, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Master... is back for dinner..."

It wasn't until Li Chongxiu came out to call them for dinner that Su Fan bent down, picked up the little girl who was panting from running, and returned to his personal secret realm.

During the meal, Su Fan secretly observed Wei Xiaomo a few times.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xiaomo remained calm and composed, eating and drinking as usual.

She also picked up the vegetables that the little fish liked and carefully fed them to the little girl.

Only after the meal was finished did the "brainstorm" in Su Fan's mind finally subside, and the three thoughts receded and became still. He turned his head without making a sound and glanced at Wei Xiaomo, who was sitting to the side, gently wiping the little girl's mouth.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on her face, but her eyes betrayed a barely perceptible hint of disdain and sneer that she couldn't hide.

Su Fan instantly understood the situation. Judging from the heated debate just now, this old hag must have had the upper hand.

Su Fan didn't take it seriously. Whether the three big shots won or lost in their argument had little to do with him.

He smiled, then left his personal secret realm alone and returned to the hall in the outer courtyard, where he sat down cross-legged.

He took out the book he hadn't finished reading from his storage ring. The book had an ancient cover and exuded a faint spiritual aura. It contained the basic mysteries of cultivation.

Su Fan knew in his heart that when it came to cultivation, he was at best a beginner.

There was no way around it; he had taken a shortcut through unorthodox cultivation methods, and his accumulated foundation was far too weak.

The best course of action now is to spend as much time as possible building a solid foundation step by step.

He gently opened the book and began to study it carefully with focused attention. The only sound in the hall was the soft rustling of the pages turning, quiet and peaceful.

Time passed little by little, and before we knew it, dusk was approaching.

As the sun sets, its afterglow, like blood, bathes the entire courtyard in a warm and hazy golden-red hue.

Even the grass and trees in the corners of the walls and the bricks and tiles under the eaves were covered with a layer of gold, making them look exceptionally quiet and beautiful.

The courtyard fell silent, with only the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the trees.

It sounded like someone was whispering softly, mingling with the sound of pages turning in the hall, creating a particularly pleasant atmosphere.

Just then, a slender figure emerged from the entrance of the personal secret realm, moving lightly and without making a sound.

Wei Xiaomo walked straight to Su Fan's side, a faint smile on her face, and slowly sat down on the futon next to him.

A cool, aloof aura gently enveloped Su Fan.

Su Fan sensed the presence beside him, slowly put down the book in his hand, turned his head, and looked at her with gentle eyes.

"The little fish is asleep..."

Wei Xiaomo nodded gently, a faint smile playing on her lips, her gaze tender as she looked at Su Fan, yet the coldness and authority deep within her eyes remained undisguised.

That was the aura of an old hag. No matter how she disguised herself, she couldn't fake Wei Xiaomo's original pure and innocent appearance, nor could she fool Su Fan's eyes.

When that cool gaze fell upon him, Su Fan's previously languid expression vanished instantly, and he became instantly alert.

Su Fan looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of certainty.

"You won during the day..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiaomo chuckled, her laughter carrying a hint of arrogance.

She nodded again, making no attempt to hide her smugness.

Immediately afterwards, she shifted her body slightly, moving closer to Su Fan.

She reached out and gently embraced his arm, resting her head slowly on his shoulder, her hair brushing against Su Fan's neck, carrying a faint fragrance.

But the next second, the words that came out of her mouth were filled with undisguised arrogance and harshness, completely different from her gentle actions.

"Two ants, they don't even deserve to..."

Su Fan dared not respond to this, but could only awkwardly twitch the corners of his mouth and force out a slightly embarrassed smile.

He quickly picked up the thick book again and pretended to be engrossed in reading it, but his eyes were unfocused and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Wei Xiaomo tilted her head and glanced at Su Fan with a half-smile, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes, as if she could see through his thoughts, but she didn't point it out.

She chuckled softly, her fingertips twitching slightly. A faint light flashed as she took out a set of writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from her storage ring and gently placed them on the table beside her.

The inkstone is simple and unadorned, the brush tip is upright and strong, and the Xuan paper is as white as snow.

She picked up the ink stick and slowly began to grind it in the inkstone. Her movements were unhurried and deliberate, and her previous arrogance and harshness had faded, replaced by a calmer demeanor.

The ink gradually dissolved, and a faint fragrance of ink permeated the hall, mingling with the fresh scent of grass and trees in the twilight, creating an exceptionally elegant atmosphere.

Su Fan was already distracted, but when he saw Wei Xiaomo's focused expression, he finally couldn't suppress his curiosity.

He put down the book in his hand, turned slightly to the side, and leaned closer to look at it, his eyes full of doubt.

What is that old hag up to now?

But upon seeing this, Su Fan was instantly stunned. The doubt in his eyes was instantly replaced by shock, and he even subconsciously stopped breathing.

Wei Xiaomo picked up her pen and put it on the paper. With a few strokes, her handwriting became vigorous and powerful, each stroke exuding a soul-stirring divine intent. The overwhelming pressure made him shudder and feel deeply shocked.

The handwriting on the paper floats like clouds, moves like a startled dragon, and is as free and unrestrained as if written by an immortal.

His brushstrokes possess an extraordinary and refined charm that compels one to admire them and keep one's gaze fixed on them.

The font appears elegant and refined, but its strength lies hidden within, and the still-wet ink carries a warm luster.

Under the light, it spreads out, revealing a faint, ethereal beauty, as if a world is hidden between the lines.

Upon closer inspection, each character is elegant and graceful, like a solitary orchid, serene and refined, yet carrying a touch of aloofness.

But with a turn of the brush, it becomes unrestrained and free, with ink dripping freely, subtly containing an indescribable spiritual power that flows between the characters, as if it were alive.

Her strokes, seemingly casual, contain endless variations; the ink is of varying shades, and the brushstrokes are perfectly balanced in terms of lightness, heaviness, speed, and slowness.

The spiritual power hidden within the handwriting gradually spread out, bursting forth in an instant, exhilarating and striking straight to the heart.

Su Fan was completely captivated by the sight, utterly lost in the moment.

It was as if I was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the ink painting, and all my distracting thoughts and anxieties were swept away.

A refreshing warmth, like a sweet spring, broke through all the constraints around him, instantly filling his heart and flowing slowly along his meridians, making him feel relaxed and happy, and even the spiritual energy around him became gentle.

Finally, Wei Xiaomo flicked her wrist and threw the calligraphy brush aside with a "smack".

The pen fell softly onto the desk, breaking the tranquility of the hall.

At this moment, she had lost her previous composure and arrogance. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slowly slid down her cheeks and soaked the hair at her temples.

His body trembled slightly, his face was as pale as paper, and even his breathing was a little rapid.

Su Fan snapped back to his senses, his heart tightening.

He forgot that Wei Xiaomo's body was already weak and couldn't withstand the mentally exhausting writing she had just done.

Such a dedicated effort is undoubtedly a huge burden for her.

Without thinking twice, Su Fan quickly reached out and carefully hugged her, holding her tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with worry and heartache.

(End of this chapter)