Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1617 A Chance That Is Hard to Come By

Su Fan devoured all the food, and the intense hunger he had felt earlier disappeared.

His eyes darted around unconsciously, trying to find Wei Xiaomo.

Su Fan searched back and forth several times, but still couldn't spot that petite figure.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally asked the senior female student next to him.

"Where's Xiaomo...? Why isn't she here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the senior sister next to him curled her lips in a half-smile, her eyes and brows carrying a hint of teasing, and her words were tinged with a joke.

"Oh dear... you still cherish youth, huh? You only have eyes for that little girl, while the three of us old hags are getting on in years..."

Hearing this, Gu Qinghuan, who was standing nearby, reached out and punched her senior sister hard, her tone slightly reproachful.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

After speaking, she looked up at Su Fan, her tone becoming heavier and carrying a hint of worry.

"Xiao Mo has been listless these past few days, like she can't wake up..."

Gu Qinghuan's gaze lingered on Su Fan's face for a moment, a knowing look flashing in her eyes.

She vaguely guessed something; Su Fan's sudden enlightenment this time was probably related to the old witch inside Wei Xiaomo's body.

Hearing Gu Qinghuan say this, Su Fan's lips curled into a bitter smile.

This opportunity is extraordinary; it's a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

But behind this opportunity, Wei Xiaomo paid a considerable price for him.

Moreover, he knew all too well that the old witch who possessed Wei Xiaomo's body was incredibly powerful.

Such a person could easily immerse him in enlightenment with just a few sheets of paper filled with ancient and divine script, and he would stay there for more than ten days.

These ten days or so may have passed in the blink of an eye for others, but for him, they were a transformative experience.

For Su Fan, this enlightenment over the past ten days was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

First, countless ancient classics and profound mysteries flooded his mind. Those obscure and difficult-to-understand truths, which ordinary cultivators could not grasp even after a lifetime of effort, filled his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

This allowed him to solidify his foundation in cultivation knowledge in such a short time, making his foundation as stable as a rock.

Moreover, these ten-odd days of immersion have given Su Fan a deeper understanding and awareness of the path of cultivation he has chosen.

Many of the obstacles that used to perplex me have now been resolved, and those vague insights have become clear and distinct.

The great road seemed to unfold before his eyes, and the path ahead suddenly became clear.

This gain was immensely beneficial, enough to save him from many detours on his path of cultivation.

Su Fan knew that the old hag probably never expected that he could comprehend so much at once.

She created this opportunity for herself, perhaps only doing her best, hoping that he could absorb as much nourishment as possible during his enlightenment.

After all, the content that flooded into his mind in such a short time was too complex and difficult to understand.

The words and phrases contain the profound mysteries of the ancient Dao, which no cultivator, even one of high cultivation level, could possibly comprehend in its entirety.

If Su Fan can grasp even a fraction of it, it will already be a stroke of good fortune.

But Su Fan is different, because he has a confidence that others don't.

That incredible game interface was his greatest asset.

At first, like all cultivators, he was at a loss when faced with the overwhelming amount of profound mysteries surging into his mind, unable to memorize and fully comprehend them all in a short period of time.

Some were even a little lost and at a loss, afraid of wasting this opportunity.

But he forgot that his game panel never disappointed him.

During these ten days of enlightenment, the game panel had been operating silently, absorbing all the profound mysteries of the Great Dao contained in the aura of the Heavenly Book, without missing a single detail.

What's even more thoughtful is that the game panel also categorizes and organizes these complex and obscure mysteries, making them clear, concise, and easy to understand.

This will make it convenient for him to view, access, and study at any time in the future, without having to spend a lot of energy sorting out his memories.

Despite this sudden enlightenment, Su Fan has already gained a great deal and benefited immensely.

However, he was also very clear in his heart that the profound mysteries of the Great Dao contained in the aura of the Heavenly Book were too complex and profound, like the stars and the sea.

Even with the help of an incredibly powerful game interface, it would be impossible for him to fully digest and comprehend it in such a short time.

The rest requires time to settle and ponder; we must not rush things.

Thinking of this, Su Fan suppressed his thoughts and slowly stood up from the ground.

With a slight movement, a pale blue halo flashed by, and the next second he disappeared from the spot, stepping into his personal secret realm.

What he wanted most at that moment was to see Wei Xiaomo; he could no longer suppress his guilt and heartache.

I also want to see how well she has recovered and check if her spiritual foundation has been damaged.

As soon as Su Fan stepped into his personal secret realm, the fresh scent of grass and trees rushed towards him, dispelling the noise of the outside world. The secret realm was quiet and silent, with only the soft rustling of the wind through the grass and trees.

He looked up and saw that inside the thatched hut, Wei Xiaomo was curled up on the soft couch, fast asleep.

Her long eyelashes drooped down, gently covering her eyelids like butterfly wings.

At this moment, the girl's face was slightly pale, her usual liveliness gone, replaced by a fragile look, and even her breathing was soft and long.

Su Fan tiptoed into the thatched hut, afraid that his footsteps would disturb her peaceful sleep.

He slowly sat down cross-legged beside Wei Xiaomo, his gaze falling on her pale face, his heartache almost overflowing.

He reached out and carefully tucked a strand of long hair that had fallen beside her cheek behind her ear.

He knew perfectly well that the old hag must have expended a great deal of effort to write those few pages of ancient script for him.

Wei Xiaomo's cultivation level was still low, and her soul was inherently fragile, so she couldn't withstand such damage.

Such excessive sleepiness at this moment must mean that one's spirit and soul have been greatly affected, and it will probably take a long time to recover.

Regardless, he was bound to owe the old hag a favor.

Even if that old hag is all-powerful and doesn't care about a word of thanks, he still has to say it in person.

This sentiment must also be conveyed.

Just as Su Fan was pondering to himself, Wei Xiaomo, who was lying on the floor, suddenly turned over gently, her brows furrowed slightly, and then her tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Still dazed from just waking up, she blinked, and when she saw that the person in front of her was Su Fan, she was completely stunned.

The confusion in her eyes was instantly replaced by surprise, and a hint of disbelief. Her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Su Fan felt a slight sense of relief. From her clear, pure, and unadulterated eyes, he could clearly tell that Wei Xiaomo was currently in control of this body.

That old hag probably hasn't woken up yet.

She must have exhausted too much energy using the methods she used for him last time, and she needs to rest and recuperate. She won't be showing herself for the time being.

"You...you've emerged from seclusion..."

Wei Xiaomo's voice was hoarse from just waking up and somewhat weak. She struggled and forced herself to sit up from the cot.

Before Su Fan could react, she reached out and hugged his waist tightly, burying her face in his chest.

Her cheek pressed against his warm clothes, as if she had grasped at a lifeline, her tone tinged with a mix of grievance and dependence.

"Su Fan... lately I'm always so sleepy I can't keep my eyes open..."

Her voice was muffled, coming from his chest, carrying a hint of confusion and helplessness.
"No matter how much I sleep, I can never get enough sleep. Sometimes when I wake up, I don't even have the strength to lift my arm..."

Su Fan gently raised his hand and hugged her tightly in his arms, his voice low and gentle, yet containing a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

"It's okay... just sleep if you're sleepy, you'll feel better in a few days, I'll stay with you..."

He didn't want to tell her the truth, so he could only bury his guilt deep in his heart. Wei Xiaomo snuggled against him like a docile kitten. After hearing his words, she nodded slightly, the confusion in her eyes gradually fading away, leaving only peace of mind.

Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she felt too safe in his arms, but in no time, her breathing became long and soft again, and she fell asleep once more.

Her brows relaxed, and a sense of peace returned to her face.

Su Fan gently held the petite body in his arms, a pang of heartache rising in his heart.

He knew very well that Wei Xiaomo's current state was entirely due to him.

If it weren't for creating an opportunity for him, that old hag wouldn't have expended so much effort, and Wei Xiaomo's soul wouldn't have been damaged, nor would she be so sleepy and weak.

Fortunately, he had just checked and found that her spiritual foundation was not damaged. With proper rest, she would be able to recover.

In the days that followed, Su Fan stayed by Wei Xiaomo's side without leaving her side, no longer thinking about the gains from his enlightenment, no longer pondering the path of cultivation, his heart and eyes were filled with the little girl in his arms.

He stayed by her bedside, gently stroking her long hair to soothe her confusion and weakness upon waking.

Unfortunately, the old witch who possessed Wei Xiaomo's body never woke up again after that.

Although Su Fan was somewhat eager to express his gratitude in person, he could only suppress his thoughts and wait patiently.
He knew that he couldn't force it at this point; he could only wait for the old master to finish recuperating before he would naturally appear.

These days, Senior Sister, Gu Qinghuan, and the others have been unusually cooperative and have never caused any trouble in the portable secret realm again.

Su Fan knew that they had probably guessed the reason for his sudden enlightenment and also noticed Wei Xiaomo's weakness, so they all kept quiet about it.

They all chose not to disturb them until Wei Xiaomo had fully recovered.

During this free time spent with Wei Xiaomo, Su Fan would use the power of the game panel every day to gradually digest and absorb the gains from this epiphany.

He did not rush for quick results, but took his time, gradually pondering the profound mysteries of the Dao and thoroughly understanding the ancient classics in his mind.

To truly transform this opportunity into one's own strength.

As it turned out, Su Fan's gains from this epiphany were indeed enormous, far exceeding his expectations.

In the past, when he was studying ancient classics, even with Wei Xiaomo patiently explaining and interpreting the obscure words and phrases for him, he would still find time to appreciate them.

However, if he wants to fully comprehend the profound meaning of the classic texts, he will need to spend a lot of time and energy to ponder and digest them little by little.

That process was extremely grueling, tedious, and lengthy, often leaving him exhausted and occasionally even causing him to feel discouraged.

But now, when he studies those ancient classics again, the situation is completely different; it's as if he has divine assistance.

Those words that were once obscure and difficult to understand, which he struggled to grasp even after racking his brains, now became clear and easy to understand in his eyes.

The profound meanings between the words in the classic texts seemed to actively enter his mind. He studied and pondered the entire text with great ease, without any hesitation or confusion.

Previously, those obscure points that took him days or even months to barely grasp could now be fully understood simply by calming down and pondering for a moment.

They can even draw inferences from one instance to another, making connections between different things, and integrating the profound meanings from different classic texts.

This change surprised and delighted him, and made him realize even more how precious this opportunity was.

That afternoon, the sunlight in the portable secret realm was exceptionally gentle. Through the window lattice of the thatched hut, dappled light and shadow fell on Wei Xiaomo's sleeping face, adding a touch of softness.

Su Fan remained seated cross-legged beside her, his gaze occasionally falling on her face.

He held a thick, ancient book in his hands, its pages yellowed and its characters simple and archaic. It was the very book he had been studying and pondering these past few days.

He ran his fingertips along the ancient script on the pages of the book, his expression focused and calm, even his breathing was extremely soft, for fear of disturbing the maid beside him.

He was engrossed in watching when a subtle ripple suddenly passed through his mind.

Su Fan's expression hardened slightly. He immediately put down the book in his hand, his movements so light they were almost silent, for fear of waking the sleeping Wei Xiaomo.

He then swayed, a pale blue halo flashed, and he disappeared from the thatched hut, instantly stepping out of his personal secret realm and landing in the hall of the small courtyard.

Su Fan had just sat down cross-legged on the prayer mat in the hall when he heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard gate.

Immediately afterwards, a member of the clan hurriedly walked in from outside.

"Greetings, Ancestor..."

As soon as the young man entered, he immediately bowed and greeted the guests.

Su Fan nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed. He tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips and spoke softly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

"What is it..."

"Ancestor... Peng Shidao, the sect leader of the 'Demon Sun Divine Palace,' and the two sect leaders of the 'Blood Hidden Demon Sect' and the 'Holy Demon Divine Palace' have also come..."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan's calm expression vanished instantly, his brows furrowed sharply, and a hint of surprise and seriousness flashed in his eyes.

The fact that the sect leaders of the three major demonic sects of Zhengyuan Heaven traveled together must mean they had something extremely important to discuss with him.

His brows furrowed even more. Recently, things had been peaceful in Zhengyuan Heaven, and he had not heard of any earth-shattering events.

The sudden arrival of the three sect leaders together was somewhat unusual.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Fan slowly relaxed his brows.

"Let them in."

After the clan member left, he raised his hand and patted the portable magic circle at his waist, summoning Li Chongxiu.

"Xiuer...brew a pot of spiritual tea, we'll have guests coming over soon..."

Li Chongxiu quickly responded, deftly fetching the tea set and brewing a pot of spiritual tea.

He then turned and walked to the table next to him, where he inserted a calming incense stick into the incense burner.

Once lit, a faint fragrance filled the air, dispelling the restlessness in the hall.

A moment later, steady footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate, and Peng Shidao and the others were led in.

Peng Shidao, who was in the lead, was dressed in a black robe, with a resolute face and a touch of majesty between his brows.

The two sect leaders following behind were dressed in blood-red robes, exuding a sinister aura, and dressed in black brocade robes, with indifferent expressions.

The three of them were surrounded by a strong demonic aura, but they concealed it very well, clearly doing so to show their respect for Su Fan.

"We three have come to visit you without prior notice; please forgive us, Junior Brother..."

Peng Shidao spoke first, a smile spreading across his face, his tone respectful, and he bowed slightly.

The two sect leaders behind him nodded in acknowledgment, their usual arrogance lessened.

Su Fan nodded expressionlessly, raised his hand, and gestured for the three of them to sit down.

"You're too kind, senior brothers. Please have a seat..."

Seeing this, Li Chongxiu quickly stepped forward, picked up the teapot, and poured spiritual tea for Peng Shidao and the other two in turn.

After pouring the tea, she bowed slightly to Su Fan before turning and retreating back into her personal secret realm.

Su Fan picked up the teacup in front of him, took a small sip, and the fragrance of the spiritual tea spread across his tongue, slightly calming his doubts.

Then he looked up at Peng Shidao and the other two, his tone calm and straightforward.

"The three senior brothers have come together today, surely it must be for something important..."

Upon hearing this, Peng Shidao quickly waved his hand, still smiling, and his tone seemed relaxed.

"Junior brother is joking, it's nothing important..."

After saying that, he put down his teacup, the smile on his face gradually fading, and he sighed softly.

"However... we really do have something we'd like to discuss with our junior brother today..."

Su Fan paused slightly in his teacup, a knowing glint in his eyes.

I knew it! How could you three old geezers possibly come unscathed?

(End of this chapter)