Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1616 I'm starving!

At this moment, a weak yet still somewhat aloof thought slowly entered Su Fan's mind; it was from the old hag.

"This is the solution I came up with for you. Once your spirit and physical body merge, you should be able to break free from the possession of the spirit within you..."

Su Fan shuddered, looked down at the talismans covered with writing on the table, and the worry in his eyes was instantly replaced by deep gratitude, his nose tingling slightly.

He had always thought that this old hag was mean-spirited and only cared about herself.

Unexpectedly, she would secretly go to great lengths for him, even at the cost of her own life, to find a way for him to escape the crisis of being possessed.

Su Fan didn't speak, but simply nodded silently, tightening his arms around her.

It was as if he wanted to tightly meld Wei Xiaomo's petite figure into his own body, and to pour all his gratitude and heartache into this embrace.

Neither of them spoke; they simply embraced each other quietly, sitting on the prayer mats in the hall, letting the twilight deepen and the night envelop the entire courtyard, until midnight.

Only the two people's even breathing remained in the hall, quiet and warm, dispelling the chill of the late night.

Suddenly, Wei Xiaomo moved slightly, and the hand that was originally on Su Fan's waist slowly tightened.

She hugged him tightly, her cheek gently rubbing against his chest, with a hint of languor and dependence.

But gradually, the little hand that was holding him became restless.

Her fingertips gently caressed his back, with a hint of deliberate teasing, and her tone became more tender, a stark contrast to her previous cold and aloof manner.

Su Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and sighed inwardly.

He couldn't resist the contrast, especially whenever the old witch residing in Wei Xiaomo's body teased him like that.

The extreme contrast between that innocent exterior and the unrestrained and charming nature always made him unable to resist.

What followed was naturally a passionate and lingering affair. The tranquility of the hall was broken, leaving only intertwined breaths and whispers. The night grew darker, quietly concealing all the ambiguity.

Only at this moment could Su Fan regain some of his own confidence from this old hag.

Normally, he was always overshadowed by her and couldn't lift his head.

Only at this moment can one feel the equality and harmony between the two.

However, such indulgence ultimately took a toll on Wei Xiaomo's frail body.

After a tender moment, the old witch felt refreshed, her face regained some color, and she didn't linger any longer.

She gently pushed Su Fan away, stood up, straightened her clothes, and in a flash, returned to her personal secret realm.

Every night she would go to sleep with Xiaoyu. No matter how harsh and indifferent she was to others, she really cared about Su Luoyu and cherished her. She would never let the little girl suffer the slightest grievance.

Su Fan sat there, watching the direction she left, and smiled softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He didn't want anything from this old hag, after all, she was just an ancient powerhouse who had been reincarnated and cultivated again, residing in Wei Xiaomo's body.

Once she fully awakens and regains her peak strength, who knows what kind of situation the two of them will be in?

Su Fan took a deep breath, his fingertips lightly twirling the few thin, cicada-wing-like talismans, his breathing gradually calming down.

Then he focused his mind again, held the talisman steadily in his palm, and carefully studied it word by word.

He had only glanced at it briefly before, and hadn't looked into it closely, assuming it was just an ordinary talisman and not paying it any mind.

But when his fingertips touched the coolness of the talisman and his gaze fixed on it, he was surprised to find that what was engraved on the paper was ancient immortal script that had long faded from the sight of ordinary cultivators.

Immortal script and ancient seal script are ancient scripts passed down from the primordial era. They were once the universal spiritual script in this cultivation world, carrying the Daoist wisdom and insights of ancient cultivators.

However, as time has passed and the world has changed, this ancient script and seal script, passed down from antiquity, are now only preserved in a few ancient books.

Even among many high-level cultivators, only a handful can truly grasp the whole picture and understand its essence.

To be honest, Su Fan only knew a few characters in the past, and even if he did recognize some, he could hardly understand the profound meaning of the Dao contained within them.

In the past, if he had seen these ancient and divine scripts, he would have found them obscure and difficult to understand, no different from celestial books.

If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet Wei Xiaomo and receive her patient and meticulous guidance, he would probably still be helpless in the face of this page full of immortal texts, unable to even glimpse a single clue.

Each ancient script on this talisman appears elegant and graceful with gentle strokes, yet it contains immense strength and ancient Taoist charm.

It is unlike ordinary writing; it possesses a unique and transcendent charm.

What surprised him even more was that a faint, flickering glow surrounded those ancient seal characters, seemingly there but not there.

As the shimmering light flowed, the ancient and profound aura of time intertwined with the pure and clear spiritual energy, permeating the air and enveloping him in a hazy, ethereal charm.

However, after reading only a few lines, Su Fan felt refreshed, his previous fatigue vanished instantly, and a faint glimmer of light gradually appeared in his eyes.

His originally peaceful expression gradually became solemn and respectful, and his aura calmed down.

Only his gaze remained fixed on the talisman, refusing to look away even for a moment.

He felt that every word on the paper was profound and thought-provoking, each stroke as if it were a masterpiece, neither added nor subtracted.

It flows like clouds and water, yet is as deep and mysterious as a still lake or sea, holding endless wonders that compel one to calm down and explore its true meaning step by step.

As my gaze wandered and I studied the words on the paper, an indescribable sense of comfort quietly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Like a clear mountain spring, it gently flows over the heart, washing away the restlessness and dust around the body.

He couldn't explain the origin of this feeling; there was no reason, no sign, only a sense of peace and tranquility, a complete cessation of all thoughts.

A gentle warmth enveloped me, as if I were standing on a misty, celestial mountain, surrounded by divine energy, and all my meridians felt relaxed and unobstructed.

What surprised him even more was that, as he studied the text, the few remaining distracting thoughts in his mind melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, leaving not a trace.

He was completely immersed in a state of ethereal tranquility, forgetting himself and the world around him. Only the ancient script and the Daoist charm flowing between the lines were connected to his mind and spirit.

Su Fan was completely unaware of the passage of time, focusing solely on studying each word.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his face was filled with astonishment.

The ancient script and seal characters that were originally quietly engraved on the talisman paper slowly emitted a layer of soft white light, becoming lustrous and translucent, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Within that soft white light, countless strangely shaped runes slowly emerged, some round, some square, some curved, some straight, flowing and fluttering, exceptionally lively.

As if it were alive, it slowly rotated around the talisman.

Faintly, faint Taoist sounds could be heard, like whispers or chants, lingering in one's ears.

This……

Could this be the legendary aura of the Heavenly Book?

Were the profound mysteries of the Dao contained in the ancient script on these papers quietly awakened by his mind?

Su Fan was stunned by this scene, his blood seemingly freezing in his veins.

He never imagined that he would have such an opportunity to witness the legendary celestial book phenomenon and personally experience the profound mystery of this ancient Taoist art.

This is an incredibly rare opportunity that you can only hope to encounter once in a lifetime; missing it would surely be a lifelong regret.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Su Fan quickly composed himself.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, suppressing the shock and elation in his heart.

He carefully activated his divine sense, trying to follow the aura of the celestial book, slowly merge into it, and explore its deeper mysteries.

At first, the moment his divine sense touched that layer of soft white light and approached the aura of the Heavenly Book, it was instantly repelled by an invisible force. His divine sense also trembled slightly, and he felt a slight stinging pain, as if the two were worlds apart and could not be reconciled.

But Su Fan was not discouraged. He suppressed the discomfort in his divine sense, calmed himself down, and eliminated all distracting thoughts.

Relying solely on his inner understanding, he guided his divine sense little by little, trying again and again to approach the aura of the celestial book, refusing to give up.

Gradually, the barrier between his divine sense and the aura of the Heavenly Book seemed to be dissolving little by little, and the two began to frequently touch and merge, no longer as incompatible as they were at the beginning.

Although the process of integration was still difficult, and each step required a great deal of mental effort, Su Fan never slackened and persevered with unwavering determination.

Finally, a wisp of his divine sense broke through the invisible barrier and quietly merged with the aura of the Heavenly Book.

At that moment, Su Fan felt a jolt in his mind, and a vast and profound understanding instantly surged into his mind along with his divine thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, more divine thoughts, as if drawn by a force, surged toward the aura of the celestial book, gradually merging with it and converging.

Finally, they intertwined completely, transforming into a ball of shimmering white light that floated outside his sea of ​​consciousness, radiating a gentle yet vast aura.

"Boom..."

Almost at the very moment when his divine sense and the aura of the Heavenly Book completely merged, a deafening roar suddenly resounded in Su Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Like the morning bell and evening drum, it resounded through his soul, stirring his mind and spirit, yet strangely, he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

The next second, his whole body stiffened, as if his soul had been ripped from his body and he slowly sank into a mysterious realm that could not be described in words.

It is a state of sudden enlightenment where the Tao and I merge, and humanity and nature unite.

Everything around him had disappeared, and only the profound mysteries of the Great Dao flowed and blossomed slowly in his mind.

It is unknown how much time passed before the profound Daoist charm lingering in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually faded away.

Su Fan's tightly closed eyes finally opened a crack, and then slowly opened wide.

A lingering, luminous light remained in his eyes, as if stars were flowing within them. After a moment, it gradually returned to normal.

He let out a long breath, which contained a faint trace of celestial energy that slowly dissipated into the air.

He then turned his neck slightly and looked around, only to find that the hall was still quiet, with only a faint ray of sunlight coming from outside the window.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

In the distance, a faint pale light had begun to appear on the horizon, like shattered moonlight gently spreading across the still-inky sky.

The entire sky seemed to be covered with a thin layer of pale blue-green, as thin as a cicada's wing, hazy and distant.

The stars, some bright and some dim, had not yet completely disappeared from the horizon, forming a faint patch of stars against the dark blue sky.

The surrounding world was still shrouded in darkness, with only a hint of dawn breaking through the darkness.

Just then, a sudden, intense hunger surged through him like a tidal wave, instantly gripping his internal organs.

It made his whole body go limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground, even his fingertips felt weak and sore.

Something's not right...

Su Fan frowned slightly. He had only studied the talisman paper for a short while, so how could he be so hungry?

Moreover, it's only just dawn, so they shouldn't be this hungry.

"Master...you're awake..."

Just as he was wondering to himself, a slightly hoarse but overjoyed voice came from the doorway.

Li Chongxiu strode in from outside, her eyes bloodshot, clearly having not rested for a long time.

Upon seeing Su Fan open his eyes, he couldn't help but shout out in surprise, his joy and eagerness undisguised.

Her shout was like breaking the calm surface of a lake, and a series of chaotic footsteps immediately echoed in the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, more people rushed into the hall, their footsteps and urgent shouts instantly filling the once quiet space.

Among those who came in were not only his Daoist partners, but also Luo Guyin, Gu Man, and others, who all rushed in with anxious expressions.

Everyone's face was filled with worry and joy, and their eyes revealed an undeniable weariness.

Senior sister was the first to rush in. She practically pounced on Su Fan and hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.

Her face was filled with panic, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Master...you're finally awake...you scared me to death..."

Gu Qinghuan and Li Miaoxue followed closely behind, quickly rushing to Su Fan's side.

The two women held his arms tightly on either side, tears streaming down their faces uncontrollably, dripping onto his sleeves and wetting them.

They were so anxious that they could barely speak, only choked sobs could be heard.

Su Fan was already dizzy from hunger and had no time for romance.

He mustered all his strength and shouted at the crowd with all his might, his voice hoarse but full of energy.

"I'm starving... I'm starving to death..."

Upon hearing his straightforward and urgent shout, the panic and worry on everyone's faces instantly dissipated, and they all came to their senses.

"Sir... the food is all ready and kept warm. I'll take it to you right away..."

Li Chongxiu quickly responded, his face filled with even greater joy, and with a flicker of his body, he entered his personal secret realm.

In the blink of an eye, he came out with a group of maids carrying basins and bowls.

The maids' trays were laden with various foods, including a large bucket of steaming spirit rice, and several steamers of plump, white meat buns beside it.

All the food was laid out densely in front of Su Fan, steaming hot and fragrant, instantly filling the entire hall.

Su Fan was so hungry he was almost fainting; the hunger in his stomach felt like it was being burned by fire.

Seeing so much steaming hot food, how could they resist? They immediately abandoned all pretense of decorum and, as if freed from their restraints, began to wolf down the food.

It was as if there was nothing in the world more important than the food in front of them.

Su Fan finally breathed a long sigh of relief after finishing all the food, even licking the rice grains off the bottom of the bucket.

The hunger in my stomach was finally relieved, and my strength gradually returned.

Only then did he learn from the conversations of the crowd that he had been immersed in a state of enlightenment for more than ten days.

For the past ten days or so, everyone has been on tenterhooks, fearing that he might make the slightest mistake.

It turned out that after he entered a state of enlightenment, his aura completely disappeared, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Although everyone was anxious, they also knew that enlightenment was a rare and precious opportunity for cultivators, and should not be disturbed lightly.

Otherwise, at best, it will interrupt enlightenment and waste all previous efforts; at worst, it will damage the soul and cause a sharp drop in cultivation.

Left with no other choice, Luo Guyin, her senior sister, and the others took turns guarding the courtyard, protecting him day and night, without daring to slack off in the slightest.

For the past ten days or so, everyone has barely slept, staying by his side day and night. The weariness in their eyes is a testament to their worry and toil over the past ten days.

Su Fan knew that if it weren't for the intense hunger in his stomach that forcibly pulled him out of his state of enlightenment, he would probably have remained immersed in it for several more days before waking up on his own.

(End of this chapter)