She pulled herself out of her thoughts and decided to try again tomorrow in a secluded place.
On the beach not far away, there were already quite a few people gathering seafood, including military wives, nearby villagers, and children.
They carried small shovels and baskets, digging for seashells and catching crabs on the beach, their laughter echoing throughout.
Seeing Rong Jiaojiao's longing expression, Rong Zhiyuan said, "If you want to go beachcombing, you can go find the villagers tomorrow and exchange them for buckets and shovels, and then go beachcombing with them."
"However, don't go far alone; this place isn't entirely safe."
Rong Jiaojiao knew that in this era, there were bound to be bad elements watching the area near the military region.
She nodded and said earnestly, "I understand, Second Brother, I will be careful."
Seeing that she had agreed, Rong Zhiyuan smiled with relief: "Okay, then let's go for a walk on the beach today and feel the sea breeze."
The two strolled along the beach, the afterglow of the setting sun casting long, long shadows of them.
The waves gently lapped against the beach, making a soft, lapping sound, as if welcoming their arrival.
They found a large rock to sit on, and then began to talk about their experiences over the years.
Back in the camp, after Tang Wangfei went back to report Rong Jiaojiao's skills to his superiors, his battalion commander Xiang Shengli waved his hand and said, "Rong Zhiyuan's sister is a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect of the Snowfield Immortal Mountain. Her master took her under his wing and personally taught her since she was less than half a year old. It's no exaggeration to say that she is very skilled."
Tang Wangfei stared in disbelief. What nonsense was his leader spouting? Did such a thing as a fairy mountain even exist?
Seeing his expression, Xiang Shengli waved his hand and said, "Go back first. Have Rong Zhiyuan bring his sister in tomorrow night. I want to meet her in person."
Tang Wangfei saluted and left, still somewhat dazed.
When it was almost time, the brother and sister returned to the guesthouse.
Rong Jiaojiao took all the clothes out of the big bag, then packed most of a bag of food into Rong Zhiyuan's bag, including two jars of meat sauce.
Finally, Rong Jiaojiao took out a small cloth bag containing Yuanli Zhuguo (a type of medicinal fruit), various wound medicines, and several bottles of Bigu Dan (another type of medicinal pill).
She instructed, "Don't give the Yuanli Vermilion Fruit to anyone else, understand?"
"Know!"
After Rong Jiaojiao finished, she took out a Dryland Golden Lotus Grass and said, "Eat it when you get back, and then use your internal energy to cultivate and absorb it."
Seeing his sister had pulled out a huge pile of things, almost to the point of exhaustion, Rong Zhiyuan said, "Little sister, your brother will work hard to cultivate. Keep these for yourself."
Rong Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at him and said, "So all that I said to you before was for nothing?"
Rong Zhiyuan shut up. His sister had said before that these were things she didn't need, so she would give them to him.
With lights out time fast approaching, he stopped refusing and returned to the barracks with the things Rong Jiaojiao had given him.
Rong Jiaojiao immediately set up an array to prepare for cultivation. However, before cultivating, she glanced at Zi Ling and saw that its aura was stable and it seemed to be immersed in cultivation, so she did not disturb it.
When Rong Zhiyuan returned to his dormitory, his comrades, who were already in bed, all looked at him when they heard the door open.
When he saw the large bag in his hand, his eyes lit up several degrees. Rong Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and reminded him, "They're going to check the dorms soon."
His comrades all scoffed, and one of them said, "Go to sleep, go to sleep. You can run away, but you can't hide."
Someone whistled, but Rong Zhiyuan ignored them, locked the things in the cabinet, leaving only a single spiritual herb.
Not long after the room check, some people in the dormitory started snoring. Only then did Rong Zhiyuan take out the spiritual herb, chew it carefully, and swallow it.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy, trying his best to absorb the power of the Dryland Golden Lotus Grass.
After swallowing the dryland golden lotus grass, it tastes bitter and astringent, but a rich, refreshing herbal fragrance lingers in the mouth.
Meanwhile, a powerful, scorching aura spread throughout his body, rapidly coursing along his meridians.
Rong Zhiyuan felt a surge of heat gushing from his dantian, instantly rushing to his limbs and bones, as if countless tiny needles were gently pricking his meridians, both painful and numb, yet also carrying an indescribable sense of comfort.
His meridians seemed to be slowly opened up by this force, and the originally narrow channels gradually became wider, allowing the true energy to flow more smoothly within them.
He could clearly feel his meridians becoming stronger, more resilient and elastic, as if they could bear even greater power.
Time passed by unnoticed, and Rong Zhiyuan was completely immersed in his cultivation.
Under the catalysis of the Dryland Golden Lotus Grass, the true energy within his body continuously condensed and purified, becoming increasingly refined.
His breathing gradually became long and steady, and his heartbeat perfectly matched the rhythm of his internal energy flow. He entered a highly focused and efficient state of cultivation.
After an unknown amount of time, Rong Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if his whole body was filled with power, as if an inexhaustible force was surging within him.
He stretched his body, his joints cracking crisply, and his whole demeanor was refreshed.
The Dryland Golden Lotus Grass had successfully strengthened his meridians, allowing him to take another big step forward on his cultivation path.
He stood up, walked to the window, and the moonlight shone on his face, revealing a satisfied smile.
The next morning, Rong Zhiyuan got up early and began his daily physical training.
He discovered that not only had his strength increased significantly, but his speed and agility had also improved remarkably.
He ran and jumped on the playground, feeling the changes in his body, and his heart was filled with gratitude for his sister.
Tang Wangfei and Xiang Shengli, who were watching him closely, were both thinking to themselves: "Has this kid taken some kind of magic pill? His skills have improved so much all of a sudden."
As for Rong Jiaojiao, she left the guesthouse early in the morning and went straight to the beach. She didn't need to borrow buckets or shovels from anyone, as she had everything in her little secret place: wooden buckets, basins, medicine shovels, and hoes.
She found a secluded, dangerous spot away from the crowds, sat on a large rock near the sea, facing the ocean and enjoying the morning sea breeze.
Slowly close your eyes, immerse your mind in the surrounding environment, and search for that sliver of insight you gained yesterday.
The sea breeze brushed against her hair, bringing a slightly salty scent, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks seemed like some ancient rhythm, gradually synchronizing with her breathing.
After she comprehended the power of space, her grandmaster told her that the power of space is one of the most powerful and mysterious forces in the world.
Ancient texts say that if one can comprehend this, one can shrink the earth to an inch, open up new worlds, and even transcend boundaries.
Of course, all of this requires a high level of cultivation to truly grasp its mysteries and comprehend its profound meaning.
I remember the look my grandmaster gave me back then, as if to say: "I can't do it, but I see a possibility in you."
Now, she calmed down and carefully sensed the fluctuations in the surrounding space.
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