Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 328 - 225_2

The Professor nodded, his gaze fearless.

Lin Chuqiao pondered for a moment and agreed, then took a large sheet of white paper and colorful drawing pencils, spreading them out on the coffee table.

First, she took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, adjusting her breathing to gradually calm her mind and empty all distractions.

A few minutes of meditation passed.

Finally, she suddenly opened her eyes.

At that moment, it seemed as if her eyes were sparkling with stars, emitting a mysterious light that exuded a transcendent aura.

It was as if her soul had freed itself from the confines of the flesh, crossing the barriers of time and space, entering a magical and profound spiritual visionary state.

Simultaneously, her hand holding the pencil began to tremble slightly, as though channeling a mysterious current, summoned by an unknown realm.

The pencil in her hand then glided lightly across the white paper.

At first, it was just a few tentative strokes.

Soon, the lines became smoother, as if guided by an invisible and powerful strength.

With the extension of the brush strokes, the outline of an estate hidden in the mountains and forests gradually emerged on the paper.

The estate’s walls were tall and thick, covered in dark moss, reflecting the passage of time.

The gate was tightly closed, with strange engravings above, seemingly an ancient totem guarding the secrets within the estate.

After adjusting the colors, the drawing continued, revealing an entrance to an underground secret chamber painstakingly camouflaged behind the estate.

And in this seemingly ancient and mysterious place, there were many stout guards.

They wore black suits, grotesque masks on their faces, and carried various cold weapons along with modern firearms.

Lin Chuqiao’s gaze was focused, her concentration intense, as if all the noise around her was irrelevant.

The whole world had narrowed down to the pencil in her hand, the white paper in front of her, and the key clues depicted.

Nearly half an hour later.

An image, slightly blurred but filled with detail, had in its entirety appeared on the paper.

Lin Chuqiao put down her pencil, exhaling deeply as if she had just fought a fierce battle.

At that moment, her face was pale as paper, sweat beads densely covering her forehead, her arm trembling slightly, evident that using her ability had drained a lot of energy.

She lifted her sore arm and wiped the sweat on her forehead gently with the back of her hand, speaking weakly:

"Professor, I saw... The treasure should be within this estate, but it’s heavily guarded inside, you must be cautious..."

The Professor, seeing this, handed her a cup of warm water, concerned:

"Xiao Chu, take a rest, you’ve truly worked hard this time."

His voice was filled with tender concern, clearly appreciative of her self-exhausting contribution.

Lin Chuqiao took the cup, sipped a little, and nodded slightly in thanks.

The Professor then took up the treasure map drawn through predicting abilities and examined it carefully.

His gaze moved slowly over the paper, not missing a single detail.

The whole picture was divided into two halves, the left side depicting a panoramic view of the estate. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Although relatively rough, the estate’s general layout was clear, surrounded by hills, shaded by green trees, the estate hidden within, resembling a paradise outside this world.

The right side, meanwhile, portrayed a secret chamber, drawn with much more detail, including winding corridors and hidden mechanisms brought vividly to life, resembling a detailed adventure map.

And at the center of the chamber stood the aim of this mission—an ancient treasure from the Buddhist domain.

The Golden Benba Bottle was placed on a stone platform, its general shape similar to memories, and even some intricate carvings on its surface were faintly visible.

It was enclosed within a thick glass casing, the red reflection upon the glass hinting at stringent alarm installations, poised to trigger at any disturbance and stir up great chaos.

Around it stood several people dressed in black robes, their hands closed together, heads bowed in what appeared to be a mysterious ritual.

They too wore grotesque masks like the guards outside.

The mask’s fangs and eerie patterns seemed like evil ghosts, sending chills down one’s spine.

"Xiao Chu, your abilities have become more refined than before, truly superb, using a camera to capture them would hardly be any different."

After viewing it all, the Professor inhaled deeply, expressing sincere admiration, his eyes filled with delight and recognition of Lin Chuqiao’s growth.

Upon hearing this, a faint blush appeared on Lin Chuqiao’s pale cheeks.

It was both the shyness of being praised and recalling someone who once belittled her drawing skills.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft snort, reminiscing about her days on Yong’an Island.

If that person knew she had returned with significantly improved strength, they would surely be astonished, she thought.

With this thought, Lin Chuqiao gently shook her head, softly saying:

"Professor, I merely did my best, hoping it can assist you."

She paused slightly, her expression becoming serious, then added:

"However, regarding this mission, I have a not so good premonition, as if there’s hidden danger within."

The Professor, hearing this, chuckled lightly, unconcerned:

"Such a rare treasure coming to light is bound to involve the likes of wealthy families, international organizations, danger is inevitable."

"But..."

Lin Chuqiao hesitated to speak further, worry still etched on her face.

"Xiao Chu, ease your mind, I understand."