Yama Reborn-Chapter 405 - 402

Chapter 402: The World in the Eyes

Chen Nuo called out to Old Jiang, but before he could get a response, Song Qiaoyun had already caught up to him.

Chen Nuo had no choice but to resist while retreating. Song Qiaoyun, with no broom in her hand, threw punches like the wind. After several close encounters, Chen Nuo used Telekinesis to pull and dodge like a ghost. Song Qiaoyun seemed to grow increasingly impatient, and suddenly leaped towards a tree.

With a lift of her tiptoe, she then reached up with both hands, her fingers like iron hooks that tore directly through the bark, embedding her fingertips into the trunk!

"Up!"

Chen Nuo watched from the side, his face showing an expression he didn’t even know how to make!

What’s this?

Mistress Song uprooting weeping willows in the back mountain?

In the momentary daze... Mistress Song across from him expressed her displeasure by flinging a large tree at him?

Fuck!

Chen Nuo leaped to the side to dodge.

Behind him, the crown of the tree rushed over like the wind, breaking two peach trees in its path.

Chen Nuo, helplessly entangled again with Song Qiaoyun using Telekinesis.

After a few attempts, Song Qiaoyun felt her movements grow sluggish, more and more bound by the invisible telekinetic force.

Chen Nuo didn’t dare to strike hard; he only hoped to wrap around her layer by layer with these Mentality Tentacles, like ants biting an elephant, to restrain Song Qiaoyun.

As he saw Song Qiaoyun’s breath being suppressed and her movements slowing down, Chen Nuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Mistress Song had landed on the ground. Trying to rush at Chen Nuo became incredibly difficult.

"Mistress, please stop. The outside is full of Old Jiang... ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

Chen Nuo smiled wryly while retreating, speeding up the Mentality Tentacles with his consciousness.

Just when he thought he was about to handle the situation...

Song Qiaoyun suddenly stopped in her tracks!

She stood there, as if she had given up resisting, with her arms hanging down naturally, then lifted her head and stared straight at Chen Nuo.

Chen Nuo said with an awkward laugh, "Mistress, what say we stop fighting and sit down for a nice chat instead..."

Song Qiaoyun shook her head, her eyes cold, then lowered her eyelids and muttered something that seemed like a chant.

"What did you say?" Chen Nuo frowned.

With his strong Telekinesis and sensing power, he actually couldn’t hear clearly what Song Qiaoyun was murmuring.

After asking again, Song Qiaoyun seemed to finally hear Chen Nuo and lifted her head, silently looking at him.

Chen Nuo felt Song Qiaoyun’s gaze was somewhat improper.

A chill went through him, and he said instinctively, "Mistress, you’ve used the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon, and just now you even played the part of Li Chungang. Please don’t pull any more stunts, alright?"

While saying this, he tightened the telekinetic bonds, and seeing Song Qiaoyun made no effort to struggle, Chen Nuo felt slightly relieved and took a few steps closer...

Song Qiaoyun’s lips were moving lightly, uttering something unintelligible.

Not until Chen Nuo drew closer and concentrated his spiritual power did he finally hear what Mistress Song was whispering...

"...the night... the peak... come... immortals..."

Chen Nuo was startled. "What the hell?"

Song Qiaoyun suddenly fell silent.

She stood there, a cold smile slowly spreading across her lips, her eyes still as indifferent as ever.

Both hands hung naturally at her sides, making no effort to resist the telekinetic bonds, but her right wrist gave a slight flick...

Song Qiaoyun looked up to the sky, at the sun that was setting but still hanging in the sky, glowing red.

"The moon is full."

Chen Nuo’s eyes widened. "Mistress, that’s the sun..."

Song Qiaoyun gently shook her head but sighed, "The time has already come."

"What time is it?"

As Song Qiaoyun flicked her wrist by her trousers, suddenly, within the courtyard walls of Qingyun Sect, a sharp piercing sound buzzed through the air!

It was as if all the metal in the household, pots, pans, ladles, and utensils, were shaking simultaneously!

The humming vibration of metal was incessant!

At the same time, just as Chen Nuo began to react, he felt a sharp aura burst forth from the courtyard of Qingyun Sect, shooting straight into the sky!

This time, Song Qiaoyun fixed a beam of her gaze directly onto Chen Nuo and then, word by word, clearly articulated a sentence.

Finally, Chen Nuo understood and heard everything clearly!

His mentor’s wife said:

"The night of the full moon!

At the peak of the Forbidden Purple City!

A sword comes from the west!

Heaven! Outside! Soars! Immortal!"

Chen Nuo felt a shiver run through his scalp!

Having just played the role of Li Chungang, was she now to switch to Ye Gucheng?

A beam of sharp light shot out, piercing directly through the western courtyard wall, creating a huge hole, and half of the wall collapsed, burying it under rubble and dust. However, the sharp light traveled through the debris and landed directly into the hands of Song Qiaoyun, who gently caught it and held it tightly in her palm!

Chen Nuo took a closer look...

What a fine cleaver!

Song Qiaoyun held a knife... no, a sword in hand, and like a thunderous explosion, she bellowed a single word!

"Approach!"

HUM!

The numerous Mentality Tentacles binding Song Qiaoyun instantly shattered!

"Soldier!"

The surrounding peach trees were split asunder, their branches flying up, yet they hovered around Song Qiaoyun, pointing at Chen Nuo from afar!

Chen Nuo’s eyes widened, and without hesitation, he turned and fled!

"Fight!"

Song Qiaoyun uttered the third word from behind him.

"Person!"

Song Qiaoyun’s figure soared from the ground, swiftly approaching...

"Person!"

Chen Nuo was speechlessly infuriated!

He couldn’t really fight back seriously—after all, she was his mentor’s wife, Xiao Yezi’s godmother! Who would be responsible if something went wrong?

But without striking with full force, he truly couldn’t suppress her!

And moreover, weren’t you breaking the rules, mentor’s wife? Do you even realize it?

What happened to Ye Gucheng? What about the promise of a ’sword coming from the west and an immortal soaring beyond the heavens’?

Now, ’Approach, Soldier, Fight, Person’ is showing up? This is a Taoism incantation!

What’s even the point of fighting now!

If this goes on, would you believe the mentor’s wife could pull off a "do you believe in light" stunt???

The two figures, one chasing the other, darted into the back mountain. Along the way, dust rose, trees splintered, and rocks flew about.

Chen Nuo ran ahead with layers of Mentality Cocoon enveloping his back, yet they were already being punctured by branches driven by Song Qiaoyun’s Inner Breath, creating patterns like fluctuating ripples.

Chen Nuo felt as if he were reliving memories from his childhood, climbing mountains to collect wild honey and being chased and stung by swarms of bees.

As he ran this way, diving into the back mountain, his heart grew increasingly shocked!

How strong is Song Qiaoyun’s Inner Breath?!

Even if she’s powerful, there’s got to be a limit, right?

She and Old Jiang were taught by the same master! Compared to her, Old Jiang is totally weak!

Could the martial arts of her Song Family really be this formidable?

Old Jiang is nothing compared to her!

If Song Qiaoyun’s practicing the Nine Yin Manual, then at best, Old Jiang’s doing nothing more than calisthenics!

But with Song Qiaoyun relentlessly pursuing him, Chen Nuo felt the swell of her Inner Breath, as though he was being chased by a storm.

Where was there even a slight sign of her breath weakening? Instead, her Inner Breath seemed to grow stronger and more vigorous!

If Song Qiaoyun has this kind of strength, how could she ever have been injured in the first place?!

With this kind of power, even general Controllers would be no match for her!

Or was she not this strong before?

Or... have you gone mad and become stronger?

He finally slowed down his pace after rushing into the back mountain, now having put some distance between himself, Qingyun Sect, and any sign of human life.

Seizing an opportunity, Chen Nuo twisted his body for a sharp turn and, after moving several meters sideways, he raised his hand to pull with Telekinesis. A boulder lying across the mountain pathway flew straight towards her.

Song Qiaoyun, following close behind, was met with the boulder flying towards her. She raised her hand and slashed it with a knife, cutting it cleanly in two!

Then she stepped onto one half and, with a press from the sole of her foot that shattered it, her body soared into the air, closing in on Chen Nuo.

Chen Nuo grunted, his fingers rapidly flicking several times, and a few sharp Telekinetic projectiles shot out, whistling through the air.

Song Qiaoyun, wielding a kitchen knife, fended them off left and right, miraculously slicing all of Chen Nuo’s flicked, sword-like Telekinetic projectiles out of the air!

With her Inner Breath surging, Song Qiaoyun’s hair flew and danced around. Even after cutting down the last projectile, her body fell to the ground.

But Chen Nuo, having soared another three to five meters upward, looked down from on high at his mentor’s wife.

"Sorry, mentor’s wife, I can’t restrain you without using force."

Chen Nuo gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and then opened them again!

In an instant, his consciousness rapidly flowed, and beneath that consciousness, he expanded his psychic sensitivity, instantly covering everything within a two-hundred-meter radius with his sensory perception.

Even the movement of ants in an anthill under the soil in the grass was detected clearly by Chen Nuo’s mental perception.

After expanding his mind, Chen Nuo shook his head and gently uttered a word:

"Capture!"

Around Song Qiaoyun, the air in all directions suddenly seemed to solidify!

As Song Qiaoyun struggled to move, even lifting a finger seemed as though it was being pressed down by layer upon layer of thick walls!

Every half step forward was like being surrounded by invisible mountains and walls, with the air itself pressing in from all directions, trapping her firmly in place!

This feeling of being simultaneously pressured inward from every direction made Song Qiaoyun feel as if she were facing a formidable enemy, her Inner Breath wildly billowing.

Chen Nuo’s expression grew solemn, watching as Song Qiaoyun’s Inner Breath burst outward uncontrollably. Biting his teeth, he manipulated his Telekinesis, wrapping it around her layer by layer, then pressing it back inward!

For about the span of a few breaths, the two remained locked in this stalemate. Song Qiaoyun’s eyes reddened as she stood trembling on the spot, her hair seemingly thoroughly soaked and sweat streaming down her face...

But to Chen Nuo’s surprise, as Song Qiaoyun’s Inner Breath blasted out in all directions and he pressed it back from around her, far from seeing her energy weaken, it grew even more furious!

Was her Inner Breath truly limitless?!

In this standoff, Chen Nuo, ultimately superior in terms of strength and realm, managed to pin down Song Qiaoyun with his finer control over power as a Controller and the precision of his Spiritual Telekinesis and detailed sensory accuracy.

Yet Song Qiaoyun’s face had turned beet red, her complexion becoming more and more pronounced...

Chen Nuo kept pressing down bit by bit, knowing in his heart that if this continued, Song Qiaoyun would inevitably suffer internal injuries. But... to subdue a person of Mistress Song’s strength without causing her even the slightest injury.

Chen Nuo knew that simply wouldn’t be possible!

Not to mention anything else, but just based on the profound depth of Inner Breath Song Qiaoyun had displayed, which seemed endless, she was definitely not an ordinary opponent.

Truth be told, most Controllers would not be her match!

With Chen Yanluo’s strength, defeating Song Qiaoyun wouldn’t be difficult, and even taking her life was possible.

But to capture her completely unharmed was virtually impossible.

Having fought for so long, Chen Nuo judged that Song Qiaoyun definitely had the strength of a Controller!

Although she couldn’t match him, or the Wizard, or top-tier Controller level existences like Lu Xixi,

against an average Controller, like Diamond or Electric General, she could definitely hold her own.

And... she would fight even crazier!

Song Qiaoyun had practically sunk into the earth, creating two pits beneath her feet, the soil almost reaching her ankles.

Just then, suddenly, a gray shadow flew from the distant mountains, directly entering the telekinetic field controlled by Chen Nuo.

The razor-sharp power actually sliced into Chen Nuo’s telekinetic field and then blinked in front of Song Qiaoyun!

The shadow, nimble as a snake, immediately coiled around Song Qiaoyun’s wrist, and with a pull, Song Qiaoyun flew out of the ground.

The disruption of Chen Nuo’s telekinetic field caused a slight lapse in his concentration, and in that brief moment, he watched as Song Qiaoyun was pulled by the gray light and flew out!

Chen Nuo’s face darkened, and he was about to react when he heard a familiar voice.

"Little Chen Nuo! It’s me! You almost caused a disaster!"

Turning around, he saw Wu Daodao’s wife running out from the woods, that woman with more whites than pupils in her eyes, holding her weird whip, the other end hooked to Song Qiaoyun’s wrist.

Once Song Qiaoyun was free and out of the telekinetic field, her body rocketed upward, quickly retreating, her Inner Breath swelling once more. The color drained from her face, and after panting rapidly a few times, she let out a low roar and charged at Chen Nuo once again.

With the blade light flashing before his eyes, Chen Nuo, having no choice, controlled his Telekinesis to pull and block the strike, then ran towards the middle-aged woman.

"What are you messing up? I almost had her!"

"You almost killed her!" The middle-aged woman snorted, then glared, "Watch your back!"

As she spoke, she snapped her fingers single-handedly, sending a sword energy to disperse the aerial Inner Breath that Song Qiaoyun had unleashed towards Chen Nuo’s back.

"Hurt her how?"

The middle-aged woman snorted and didn’t bother to answer, instead darting behind Chen Nuo, taking her place in the fight with Song Qiaoyun and clashing fiercely.

As the whip shadow flipped and flopped, the blade in Song Qiaoyun’s hand sliced through the air with its sharp qi.

For a time, the flowers, plants, and trees on the back mountain suffered misfortune, as the two fought more and more fiercely. Every move they made stirred up dust and stone, trees splintered, soil and rocks crumbled, and they left a trail of ruins after a chase of over thirty meters.

The middle-aged woman fought and shouted, "Song Qiaoyun’s condition, her Inner Breath swelling for too long... Over the years..."

At this point, dodging Song Qiaoyun’s blade, she got struck by an elbow on the shoulder, staggered, then lashed back with her whip, forcing Song Qiaoyun to retreat five steps. She seized the moment to continue yelling, "Over the years, Old Jiang’s approach has been to suppress it with drugs, weakening her meridians.

But that’s just quenching thirst with poison!"

Chen Nuo’s mind stirred, "How so?"

"Weakening meridians, fearing that her Inner Breath will reach her brain, blocking the path, it makes sense on the surface.

But over the years, no matter how much they reduced her meridians, the pathways got narrower, but the root kept cultivating new Inner Breath!

And, because the Inner Breath couldn’t disperse, all being suppressed within the dantian, it kept stretching and nourishing it, making it grow stronger!

The Inner Breath being compressed in the dantian, unable to release, naturally became more concentrated over the years!

The stronger the dantian, the faster the cultivation; the speed and quality of the Inner Breath produced are faster and more refined!

Didn’t you notice, your mentor’s wife’s Inner Breath is so strong, it’s almost reached the point where it’s like a physical entity!

Inner Breath that’s like a physical entity, this...

Is this shit still called Inner Breath?!"

The last "this shit" slipped out as the middle-aged woman, entangled with Song Qiaoyun, nearly got a blade to her leg and cursed subconsciously.

Then she immediately kicked Song Qiaoyun’s blade, bouncing away.

The two separated. Song Qiaoyun stumbled back several steps, and the middle-aged woman also seemed to have hurt her foot, standing and twisting her ankle. "This Inner Breath has already undergone... Anyway, it’s already..."

Chen Nuo understood.

This shit... is this...

A qualitative change induced by quantitative change?

"So what you’re saying is, what kind of situation is my mentor’s wife in?"

The middle-aged woman turned to glance at Chen Nuo. "Ever heard a saying?"

"What?"

"Enter the Way through martial arts!"

Chen Nuo was stunned, and after a daze, he blurted out subconsciously, "...Holy shit."

Song Qiaoyun stood more than ten meters away from the two, suddenly took a deep breath, grabbed the kitchen knife with both hands, and raised it high above her head!

Chen Nuo immediately couldn’t care about anything else. "Be careful! I’ve seen this move before... Mistress is going to imitate Li Chungang again..."

"Li Chungang? Which sect is he from?" The middle-aged woman casually asked.

"Terrestrial Immortal," Chen Nuo replied offhandedly.

Song Qiaoyun swung her knife down, the knife energy roaring as it went, crushing grass, wood, and stones along the way.

Chen Nuo used Telekinesis to form a shield in front of them, and with a bang, a continuous buzzing sound rang in their ears. Looking back at Song Qiaoyun, she had already wielded her knife and leapt forward again...

Chen Nuo and the middle-aged woman immediately exchanged a look, split left and right, each dodging to one side. After pulling apart, they surrounded Song Qiaoyun neatly between them.

Across from Song Qiaoyun, Chen Nuo looked at the middle-aged woman. "What do you think?"

"Her Inner Breath has been suppressed for too long, and now it can’t be held back! Suppressing her forcefully any longer will cause a backlash of Inner Breath, and she will be beyond saving, even by Gods! That’s why I interrupted your suppression, to save her life, understand?"

"Got it! Now tell me what to do!" Chen Nuo frowned.

"Release is better than blockage!" The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth. "Inner Breath has been accumulated for too long. We can only let her release it all, deplete it completely, and then naturally she will calm down."

"...Deplete it?"

Chen Nuo was taken aback, then nodded. "Understood! Fight with her, deplete her Inner Breath completely?"

"Once it’s depleted, she’ll recover naturally!" The middle-aged woman let out a breath but suddenly pulled back her whip and took two steps back. "It’s not about winning or losing; it’s no use both of us fighting her together. If it’s about dragging out time... we take turns fighting her!"

Then she pointed at Chen Nuo. "You first."

Chen Nuo thought for a moment. "...Okay."

How to explain Song Qiaoyun’s current situation?

Let’s put it this way, using a game as a template.

For example, a Controller level expert has five bars of mana.

To cast a skill, it consumes two bars of mana. It can cause two bars of damage to the opponent.

That is to say, with five bars of mana, theoretically, you can cast two skills, and if you’re really good at maneuvering and timing your mana recovery, you can cast three skills and then you might defeat the opponent.

At the same time, the opponent follows the same principle, and it all depends on on-the-spot performance to see who is more powerful.

But... Song Qiaoyun is different.

Her skill also consumes two bars of mana per cast, and hitting the target can also deplete two bars of their health.

But her mana bar is not five bars.

Song Qiaoyun’s mana has been suppressed, bottling up Inner Breath, accumulating for many years!

So, she doesn’t just have five bars of mana!

She possibly freaking has five hundred bars!

How difficult is that, you ask?!

Chen Nuo is soloing with such a Mistress Song.

It’s quite a matchup.

The strongest King (the pinnacle big shot among Controllers) VS a newly promoted ordinary King (who has just stepped into the Controller Realm).

I have better game awareness and combat skills, even my skill base damage is superior to yours.

And I can’t really use my skills to deplete your health; neither killing nor seriously injuring you is an option.

I can only slowly whittle you down, lure you into continuously using your skills, to exhaust your mana.

And then...

Beneath the ruins of the Qingyun Sect’s main gate, Old Jiang had already applied seventeen or eighteen plasters on his body, his head even more so wrapped in white cloth around his forehead, limping back and forth in front of the main gate, his eyes anxiously fixed in the direction of the back mountain.

By Old Jiang’s side, Da Lang Nangong Yin, Er Ya Situ Beixuan, the chubby Ouyang Shanhe, along with the Fourth Miss.

Lined up in a row, sitting under the mountain entrance where only half the threshold remained, their butts planted right on the stone of the doorway.

The four youngsters, each holding a blue-rimmed bowl, were eating quietly, occasionally lifting their heads to listen in the direction of the back mountain with their ears perked up.

"How long do you think the mistress and granny will keep fighting?" asked the third fattest.

"I think that Chen scumbag’s probably the main force, right?" Situ Erya replied.

"Yeah, if someone’s gotta get hurt, it’d be better if it’s just Chen scumbag. As long as our mistress is fine," the fourth girl interrupted.

"Nonsense, honor your guests from afar. How can you curse Chen the good samaritan like that?" Nangong Yin, the eldest, put on the air of a big senior brother to lecture his juniors but then added, "Still, I wonder how much the good samaritan will donate this time."

"Which do you think is more powerful, the mistress’s Immortal-binding Rope or that scumbag’s Telekinesis?"

"I think granny’s sword that broke our mountain gate just now was really powerful!"

"Right, right, I think so too... Do you think if granny gets better, she could teach us that sword move?"

The four little ones chattered back and forth between mouthfuls.

Old Jiang actually heard it all, but it just wouldn’t sink in.

Several times he wanted to head over to the back mountain to check; anxiety in his heart, he finally got pulled back by Wu Daodao.

"Master, master, there’s nothing to worry about. Didn’t my wife come back earlier and say that once the mistress finishes fighting, her Inner Breath will dissipate, which will do her good?

If you go now, you’d be of no help and might even spoil things."

"But... How long is this going to last? They won’t seriously hurt someone, will they?"

"Not at all, not at all!" Wu Daodao said with a grin. "I know my wife’s strength; she’s not easily hurt by anyone.

You also know Chen Nuo’s strength. He’s not someone just anyone can handle..."

Chen Nuo’s strength... I know jack shit!

"Maybe it’s about to end, and they might even make it back for dinner."

Wu Daodao, looking unconcerned, chuckled, "Don’t worry, I’ve already divined a fortune, and I calculated, there’s good luck without any harm today."

Old Jiang gave Wu Daodao a meaningful glance.

While they were talking, from the direction of the back mountain, the figure of a middle-aged woman suddenly flew back, landing below the mountain gate, then hurriedly ran a few steps over and took a deep breath.

Wu Daodao immediately perked up. "Is it over? Is the mistress alright? Was Chen Nuo not beaten up?"

As he spoke, Wu Daodao passed the teacup he had been holding onto the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman took it, gulped down several mouthfuls of tea, then let out a long breath and shook her head. "Not yet. Chen Nuo is taking over the third round; I took the chance to come back for a break and a drink of water."

Old Jiang nearly got so upset that his nose was crooked!

Taking a break for a drink of water in the middle of a fight?

Is this what normal people do?

Wu Daodao, concerned for his wife, pulled the middle-aged woman to sit down and fanned her with his hand. "Rest a bit more, rest a bit more!

My junior brother Chen Nuo, he’s got a thick skin and can take a beating. Let him hang in there a bit longer, he’ll be fine."

The middle-aged woman actually did sit down on the threshold stone, closing her eyes to recover for a moment, then shook her head. "The Silence Charms in the back mountain were broken during the fight; give me some more, I’ll put them up when I go back. Otherwise, if there’s too much noise, it’d be bad if it attracts people’s attention."

"Yes, yes, there’s plenty! All prepared!"

Wu Daodao immediately dug out a stack of yellow paper talismans from his robe like he was revealing a treasure and handed them to his wife. "I’ve got them all painted."

The middle-aged woman scrutinized them for a moment, confirming they were correct before standing up again and walking over to Old Jiang.

"...Thank you for this," Old Jiang sighed, his expression complex. "My wife has caused you all a lot of trouble."

"It’s not for you," the middle-aged woman said with no hint of politeness. "I’m doing this for Wu Daodao. He’s been your pupil, received your teaching, and benefited from your kindness. Helping you out this time is only right."

After a pause, she added, "Your pupil Chen Nuo... he’s quite remarkable. It’s him you should really thank."

In the ravine behind the mountain, Chen Nuo and Song Qiaoyun stood on the ground, separated by a seven or eight-step wide stream running between the mountains. Chen Nuo was soaked with sweat, panting heavily.

Song Qiaoyun’s expression was stern, her eyes devoid of emotion, fixed on Chen Nuo like an animal hunting its prey, pacing back and forth, constantly probing for angles and directions.

Chen Nuo twisted his body on the spot, taking advantage of the moments when they were testing each other to catch his breath.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman ran over from downstream, her body undulating gracefully as she landed beside Chen Nuo.

"It’s your turn, isn’t it?" Chen Nuo let out a sigh of relief. "I’ve fought three rounds already."

"I’ve also fought three rounds."

"I can last an hour each round! You call for a substitution after just twenty minutes each round!" Chen Nuo exclaimed angrily.

The middle-aged woman shook her head. "My kung fu is all about killing moves, not suited for prolonged combat."

As she spoke, she flicked her sleeve and the Immortal-binding Rope slid out from it. "I’ll take over for you; you rest."

Chen Nuo put his hands on his hips and stepped back.

Just as he was about to say something else, the middle-aged woman, without even turning her head, suddenly tossed something at him.

Chen Nuo caught it and saw that it was a piping hot steamed corn cob.

"We’ve been fighting for most of the day, have a bite to keep you going."

Chen Nuo sighed. "At least there’s some kindness."

He turned the corn cob around in his hand. "What the fuck? Why are there two bites out of it already?"

The middle-aged woman was already engaged in combat with Song Qiaoyun, having just hooked Song Qiaoyun’s hand with a whip, locking them in a stalemate. In the midst of the fight, she glanced back and tossed over a comment, "There’s no meal left for us at home; I snatched this from Fourth Girl."

"..."

Chen Nuo glared fiercely but still clutched the corn, biting into it ferociously, chewing vigorously while watching the melee, occasionally muttering, "...she’s about to use her big move... good, dodge! Don’t block... Mistress’s move is something she learned from watching TV... that’s right, that’s right, draw her Inner Breath out, make her use her big moves more!

Fuck, don’t just move around! If you get away, she won’t use her big move!

Stop slacking, sister-in-law!

If this keeps up, we’ll be fighting here all night!"

Naturally, the so-called rotational battle wasn’t just one person fighting and one resting.

While the middle-aged woman was tied up with Song Qiaoyun, Chen Nuo wasn’t really idle either. He also had to control the field with Telekinesis, setting up a telekinetic field around them to weaken Song Qiaoyun’s mobility, forcing her to use her Inner Breath repeatedly and cast her strongest skills to exhaust her Inner Breath.

He also had to prevent Song Qiaoyun from running away midway through the fight.

Similarly, when Chen Nuo was in the ring, the middle-aged woman was also on the sidelines, doing the same.

But as the fight continued, Chen Nuo suddenly realized that something was amiss in his Consciousness Space.

Song Qiaoyun, not sparing her strength, blasted out her Inner Breath without reservation every time she launched a big move!

Her strength had already reached the Controller Realm, and each time she unleashed her Inner Breath with all her might, with Chen Nuo’s telekinetic field set up around them, it was like being hammered at all times by a Controller level expert with their power.

This high-level power, even when Chen Nuo fought with an opponent of the same level in his past life...

It was never as dense, as frequent, or as many times felt as now.

Even when he had a big battle with the Wizard, it never lasted an entire day, several hours straight! And he certainly wasn’t repeatedly hit by the Wizard’s big moves dozens of times within a few hours—the Wizard didn’t have that much mana!

In combat with a high-level expert, even the Wizard, using a big move two or three times in a fight was already the limit.

Moreover, every time Song Qiaoyun struck, Chen Nuo, being a Spiritual-type powerhouse, was managing the field with his spiritual power consciousness, and was even more sensitive to the penetration and spread of the opponent’s power—down to the most minute sensations.

This "detailed observation" characteristic naturally led Chen Nuo’s Consciousness Space to react instinctively.

Chen Nuo felt that his understanding of power, especially of higher levels and top-tier powerhouses, his tolerance, and his consciousness deciphering...

Seemed to have been elevated and refreshed repeatedly throughout the day’s process.

Even his Consciousness Space seemed to undergo strange changes that Chen Nuo himself couldn’t articulate or explain...

Although he complained about the middle-aged woman with his words, Chen Nuo was very clear about his own feelings.

In the first round at the start, when he fought with Song Qiaoyun, he was often in a difficult spot, as he could only defend and dodge, unable to counterattack decisively; he was somewhat embarrassed at times.

There were a couple of occasions when he had to engage Song Qiaoyun head-on and actually suffered a bit, taking a slight disadvantage.

But starting from the second round of the relay, Chen Nuo found himself becoming more and more comfortable.

By the third round, Chen Nuo felt that he was using only about half his spiritual power to control the field and it was more than enough.

Moreover, upon close inspection, Chen Nuo could see many imperfections in Song Qiaoyun’s Inner Breath, with flaws, gaps, and even loopholes!

After examining this, Chen Nuo tried using his understanding and analysis of power and, based on this new insight, successfully managed to make his fourth round relay against Song Qiaoyun last two hundred and four minutes!

Almost three and a half hours!

Compared to her, the middle-aged woman, also at the Controller level, could only last for a bit over twenty minutes per battle. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

In the end, even the middle-aged woman noticed something off about Chen Nuo.

"...How did you get stronger?"

Chen Nuo didn’t utter a word, but shook his head. "Let’s talk when we get back."

Growing stronger seemed like a good thing.

But Chen Nuo had a vague feeling, an instinctive unease blossoming in his heart!

Because...

Apart from the "feeding moves" by a strong individual like Song Qiaoyun, which suddenly greatly enhanced Chen Nuo’s analysis of power,

this strange analytical consciousness made Chen Nuo feel as if...

he could also "see" some other things, things he had not "seen" in his past life, nor in this one.

This world...

It seemed, somehow different from what he had always seen before.

COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH...

Seed, who was sipping on a milkshake, suddenly started coughing violently.

Fox watched dumbfounded as the milkshake sprayed out of Seed’s nostrils, the girl instinctively opening her mouth wide. "...What’s wrong with you? I’ve never seen you like this before?"

Seed didn’t reply, just frantically waved his hand, but suddenly got up and walked to the window. After glancing outside, he frowned, coughed softly as he left the house, and walked into the yard, then squinted in a certain direction.

Fox, clutching a slice of pizza, followed and stood behind Seed. "What’s wrong?"

"..." Seed frowned, his expression a mix of confusion and seriousness.

After a moment of silence, Seed withdrew his gaze, as if with a sigh. "Faster than I expected."

"What exactly is wrong?" Fox stared earnestly at Seed.

Seed looked at Fox and then he laughed.

"There’s a guy... who never knew what my world was really like...

Now, it seems he can see it."

"See what?"

"See... the way this world looks, as I’ve always seen it."

Seed waved his hand, his eyes swirling around as he suddenly smiled. "Right, weren’t you always saying you wanted to go see a movie? Let’s go now."

"...Huh? Now? Why?"

Seed rolled his eyes. "You’re the one who wanted to go."

"But you said you weren’t interested."

"But I suddenly think the popcorn at the cinema might be really tasty." Seed said with a smile. "Are we going or not?"

"...Yes! I’ll go change my coat!"

Fox ran back to the house with a big grin, shouting back, "You’re paying! My mom confiscated all my pocket money!"

"But I was the one who paid for the pizza! I’m broke too." Seed said, laughing.

"We can always buy a lottery ticket again!" Fox yelled without turning back.

Watching the girl’s retreating figure, the smile on Seed’s face slowly faded.

The time until I have to leave... has been moved up again, huh...

When that time comes, this little girl... will probably cry for a long time...

...

Well... if...

she’s lucky enough not to die by then.