Chapter 368: Condensing the Soul Again
An Jing has been practicing the Sun Shooting Art recently. Although he has made great progress, he has still not been able to comprehend the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Art and advance to the epic level.
With her talent, it should not be difficult for her to be promoted to the epic level. However, due to her hidden illness, she was unable to perceive the true mystery of the Sun Shooting Art.
An Jing is not afraid of hardship. Every time she practices the Sun-Shooting Technique and it triggers the inhuman pain from her old illness, she can endure it.
However, understanding something is not something that can be achieved simply by enduring hardship. Those who are not talented may not be able to match the sudden enlightenment of some people overnight even if they practice for ten years.
An Jing is talented, insightful, and hardworking enough. She can be said to be a rare genius in the world. However, her body is not suitable for practicing the Sun Shooting Art. She feels like there is something separating her from him, and she can never comprehend the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Art.
After failing to comprehend the truth again, An Jing huddled in a corner of the room in pain. Every time she practiced the Sun Shooting Technique, she had to endure such pain.
The cell phone rang. An Jing struggled to stand up, walked to the table, picked up the phone and answered it.
"My little Jingjing, I haven't seen you for a long time. Mom wants to have dinner with you. Are you free tonight?" Ouyang Lan's voice came from the phone.
"Today..." An Jing had just practiced the Sun Shooting Technique, and the pain in her body did not disappear so quickly. Now she really didn't want to move at all.
"Mom only has you and Tianzuo as her sweethearts. Tianzuo is busy with military affairs and I haven't seen him for many days. You have to live in the school dormitory, and the house is empty every day. I am the only one left, lonely and helpless..." As Ouyang Lan spoke, she felt like she was about to cry. It was so sad to hear her and smell her tears.
"I understand. I will go back in the evening." An Jing said helplessly.
Ouyang Lan's mood immediately brightened up, and she said happily, "Then I'll wait for you at Michael's Restaurant. Oh, and remember to invite Xiaowen to have dinner with me. I haven't seen him for a long time. I'll ask Ah Sheng to pick you up at the college gate."
"You can't do it yourself..." Before An Jing could finish her words, a beeping sound came from the phone receiver, and Ouyang Lan had hung up the call.
An Jing frowned slightly. Although she had let the quota issue go when she took the initiative to let Zhou Wen go to the Holy Land in her place, she was still unwilling to face Zhou Wen. Whenever she saw Zhou Wen, there was always a knot in her heart.
She always felt that if it weren't for her health problems, she would be the most suitable candidate.
She wanted to avoid calling Zhou Wen, but Ouyang Lan had already said so. An Jing hesitated for a moment, washed and changed her clothes, then walked out of her own building and came to Zhou Wen's building.
I rang the doorbell, but after waiting for a while, Zhou Wen didn't come out.
"It's not that I didn't call, but he's not here." An Jing pressed the button three times, but no one responded, so she turned around and prepared to leave.
Bang!
At this moment, An Jing suddenly heard some sound coming from Zhou Wen’s small building. It sounded a little wrong, as if something was broken.
"Nothing will happen, right?" An Jing glanced at Zhou Wen's small building, but then thought, "What does it have to do with me whether he gets into trouble or not?"
After turning around and taking a few steps, An Jing was about to return to her own courtyard when she turned back and walked to the front door of Zhou Wen's small building. She rang the doorbell again, muttering to herself as she rang the doorbell, as if trying to convince herself: "He lives next door to me, just separated by a wall. What if something happens to him and it gets me involved? I have to get to the bottom of this."
But after ringing the doorbell several times, there was still no response. Instead, the sound of something breaking was heard again in the small building.
An Jing looked up and saw that the glass door of Zhou Wen’s balcony on the second floor was not locked, so she jumped up directly, landed on the balcony, pushed the balcony door open and walked in.
"Zhou Wen, what are you doing?" An Jing said as she walked inside.
No one answered her, but there was another bang sound. An Jing heard it clearly this time. The sound came from the training room.
"The training room is soundproofed. Even if he is practicing boxing or hitting a sandbag, no such sound will be heard. What is he doing? Could something really have happened?" An Jing thought to herself, and looked around again. She suddenly saw that a part of the floor was twisted by the burn, as if it had melted and solidified. She suddenly felt something was wrong and thought that something must have really happened.
An Jing naturally didn't know that the floor was burned when Zhou Wen summoned the goldfish, and she thought that Zhou Wen was attacked.
"Could it be that the Federal Inspectorate took action against him?" An Jing walked quickly to the training room and pushed the door, but it was locked and could not be opened.
An Jing knocked on the door a few times and called Zhou Wen's name a few times, but no one answered. This made her even more certain that something had happened to Zhou Wen.
Without hesitation, he summoned a sword, cut off the steel door of the training room, and rushed into the training room.
The scene he saw when he entered the door made An Jing slightly stunned.
The scene in the training room was not what she had imagined. There were no people from the Supervisory Bureau, no signs of fighting, and nothing was broken.
The only thing that could be seen was Zhou Wen floating in the air, his entire body seemed to be emitting light and heat, like a sun.
Although the light was a bit dazzling, it was not harmful. Although the temperature was hot, it was not unbearable. Instead, it gave people a comfortable feeling, as if they were basking in the sun.
"He is condensing his soul..." An Jing stared at Zhou Wen, his pupils shrinking slightly.
When she defeated Zhou Wen with one move before, Zhou Wen was just a mediocre mortal level. Now, in just less than a year, Zhou Wen is about to condense his soul and ascend to the epic level. This speed is so fast that An Jing is a little jealous.
"If it weren't for my old illness, I would have been promoted to the epic level long ago. If I could go to the holy land, the blood of the Sun God in him should belong to me." An Jing looked at Zhou Wen and thought to himself.
But soon, An Jing discovered that something was wrong with Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen's power looks very much like the result of the Sun Shooting Art combined with the blood of the Sun God, but if you look closely, you will find that this is not the case, it seems to be a little different.
"What's going on? Didn't he practice the Sun Shooting Technique? Then what was he practicing? And how did he get the bloodline of the Sun God?" An Jing was full of doubts, staring at Zhou Wen who was concentrating his soul and looking at him carefully.
Bang! Bang!
An Jing heard the sound again, and now she found that the sound came from inside Zhou Wen's body, from his chest, and the sound seemed to be his heartbeat.
(End of this chapter)
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