Night of Despair-Chapter 145 - : Cultivation

Chapter 145: Cultivation

“Just three days??”

This made Yu Hong feel ineffably strange in his heart.

“This mental method once mastered, can greatly accelerate the speed of cultivating with one’s original mental method. The increase could even reach almost double the rate. But…”

“This powerful mental method, it only takes three days to complete?”

He always felt something was off, there definitely was a problem.

Thus, Yu Hong picked up the booklet again, scrutinizing it carefully from beginning to end, all over again.

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Sure enough, this time he finally found a clue.

“This damn thing, turns out it’s still a merged version!”

He was speechless, holding the booklet, looking at the various cultivation diagrams inside.

There were many such diagrams in the booklet, clearly drawn to facilitate explanation, with detailed descriptions of the Qi circulation routes.

The problem lay within these Qi circulation routes.

Yu Hong randomly picked one, looked closely, and found that the figure sitting cross-legged on the diagram, not only looked exactly like him in appearance but even had the same Black Mark on the back of his hand.

Moreover, the crucial part was that in every single one of these Qi route diagrams, the Inner Qi pathways would repeatedly pass through the Black Mark on the back of the hand.

A few passed through three times, others had to go through more than a dozen times…

“I was wondering why it only took three days… Turns out this is tailor-made, even using the Black Mark to accelerate cultivation with a one-of-a-kind version??”

Yu Hong was speechless.

But no matter what version it was, as long as it could rapidly increase his cultivation speed, he would use it for now!

He had been dissatisfied with the progress of his Thunderbolt Leg for a long time, and now, with the aid of the Infinite Qi Condensing Technique to speed things up, the idea of quickly enhancing the strength of the Thunderbolt Leg could become a reality!

‘No more thinking, start practicing!’

Immediately, Yu Hong once again checked all the procedures, focusing his attention on the first step of cultivating this auxiliary mental method.

‘To cultivate this technique, the first prerequisite is to divide one’s attention. There are countless Vacuum Particles, infinite and vast, to truly find the particles that resonate with oneself, one must divide their consciousness and heart into incredibly precise parts. Matching the minuscule with the minuscule, probing, entangling, adapting, accepting, integrating, until finally, they return to the whole…’

The cultivation method of the Infinite Qi Condensing Technique obviously completely differed from many mental methods Yu Hong had heard of before.

While others required one to concentrate their mind, his required the opposite.

But due to his trust in the Black Mark, he immediately started practicing according to the order of the mental method.

There were specific visualization diagrams to assist with dividing attention; he gazed at the diagrams and gradually felt as if he had become a stone statue.

The stone statue slowly showed more and more cracks, becoming ever more numerous and dense, until finally, with a crash.

His entire body, his entire spirit, shattered completely, falling to the ground, turning into countless tiny particles…

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About six hundred kilometers away from Baihe City, Shanli City.

Within the desolate city, the streets were scattered with colliding abandoned vehicles.

Red, white, black, vehicles of all sorts, some deformed, some overturned, some simply bursting into flames, with the fire raging on continuously.

Click.

On the sidewalk next to a shop, a thick glove-covered hand forcefully punched through the silver-gray rolling shutter door, then tore it open into a gap large enough for people to pass through.

“Ha ha ha, got goods again!” A large man over two meters tall, wearing a full set of gray-black bulletproof gear, bent over and walked out of the shop.

In his other hand, he was holding a slender young blonde girl.

The girl dressed in ragged red T-shirt and jeans, her legs frantically struggling in midair.

“Play before eating, plus the rice we found earlier, we can hold out for a long time.” The man emerged from the shutter door, followed by two more similarly built bulletproof-gear-clad men.

The three men all wore dark red striped round helmets, their faces unseen; only their voices revealed a chill and cruelty.

“Please… don’t kill me… don’t…” the girl cried and screamed.

But someone found her annoying, slapped her on the back of the neck; her voice stopped on the spot, her eyes rolled up, and she was stupefied.

“Ding Lin, it’s getting harder to find people nearby, might need to go farther to find others, and when people die they can’t be stored, and if they rot they can’t be used, it’s a bit troublesome,” one of the men behind spoke up.

“That’s why we need to find more live ones fast, smear them with salt to preserve them,” the first guy out responded.

“Heard on the broadcast that the front line has collapsed, maybe a stronger Black Disaster is approaching, and we need to prepare in advance,” the third man calmly said.

“We’ve stored more than twenty already, should just about suffice, and there’s a warehouse full of rice, just for the three of us, enough for several years. Why think so much?” Ding Lin said dismissively.

He reached out and pinched the flesh of the girl in his hand.

“This one hid for so long and still managed to stay so plump, well maintained, quite the rare good stuff, lucky today…”

Snap.

Suddenly, he paused mid-sentence, quickly turning his head towards the direction of the sound.

Over there lay a pile of burnt and indistinguishable debris.

A flattened metal barrel fell from the pile onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

“Tsk!” Ding Lin pulled up the girl, turning his head to look behind him. “Getting too jumpy lately, ha ha…”

He froze all of a sudden under his helmet.

Behind him, the two companions that had just been with him, that had just come out together, were now both gone.

Just a minute ago, they’d stood together talking, one of them even reminding him to prepare in advance.

But now…

Ding Lin stared at the gaping dark hole of the rolling shutter door behind him, at the spot where his two companions had just been.

“Old Dong?” He stepped closer, crouched down, and examined the ground.

This look made his heart shudder.

On the ground, other than his own footprints, there were surprisingly no other traces at all!

Inside the gray shutter door, not a shred of light, only cold currents of air kept stealthily seeping out.

“Damn it! Old Chen! Old Dong!?” Ding Lin stood up, looking around, cold sweat starting to seep from his back.

He had survived a previous Evil Shadow attack—which felt very similar to now—his being the only escapee from a stronghold with over a hundred people.

And now….

He set down the girl and quickly took out a bag of Large Pyroxene Stones from his lower back. Then he tied the bag to a thick wooden stick and kept swinging it in circles above his head.

Swish, swish.

The talisman-covered Large Pyroxene Stones were incessantly swung on the stick, drawing uneven circles in the air.

This had been the key to Ding Lin’s successful escape last time. As long as the Large Pyroxene Stones weren’t used up, he could temporarily ensure his safety.

But just then, his body suddenly trembled.

The spoils of the battle he had just put down, the girl, was nowhere to be seen now?

“Fuck!”

Sweat appeared on his forehead as he swung the bag of Large Pyroxene Stones, quickly starting to trot forward.

The patter of footsteps echoed ceaselessly through the streets.

Soon, he returned to the temporary warehouse where his group of three was staying.

The warehouse was located next to the entrance of a small park, with the first gray building on the right upon entering.

The barrier at the entrance of the park had long been broken, and the security room connected to the barrier was empty, its desk covered with a layer of dust.

Ding Lin rushed toward the entrance of the park, constantly glancing left and right.

He didn’t have a detector—or, more accurately, the detector couldn’t charge, so he had no idea how high the Red Value was in his surroundings.

As soon as he entered the park and stepped onto the empty internal driveway…

His footsteps suddenly halted.

At the entrance of the warehouse up ahead, there stood three people.

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Two companions donned in black suits and the pretty girl he had just captured. All were there.

They stood in a line in front of a window beside the warehouse door, waving faintly towards him.

They revealed their faces, which looked stiff and unnatural, their hands, somehow, appeared elongated, and their skin emitted an indescribable pallor.

“Fuck! Damn, damn, damn!” Ding Lin immediately realized something was wrong as sweat poured profusely.

He slowly backed away, step by step out of the park. Then he suddenly turned and bolted.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his face twisted in fear, pain, and anxiety.

He hadn’t run far when he suddenly stopped, threw his head back, and nearly fell backward onto the ground because of the abrupt movement.

Standing in the middle of the street, right ahead of him, were the same three people as before.

Smiling, they stood still, quietly waving in his direction.

Ding Lin’s heart grew more and more panicked, his hands steady as he kept spinning the bag of Large Pyroxene Stones on the stick.

Snap.

Suddenly the rope broke, and the bag fell entirely onto the ground.

Ding Lin frantically bent down to pick it up.

Just as he grabbed the bag, he realized something was terribly amiss.

The Large Pyroxene Stones in the bag, at some unknown time, had already turned into a bag of stone powder.

Snap.

Ding Lin shuddered all over and finally didn’t dare to move an inch.

He paused briefly, slowly lifting his head while sweat dripped from his nose.

Right in front of him, within arm’s reach…

Three pairs of booted legs were already standing before him.

Two pairs of black boots, one pair of brown short boots for women.

Ding Lin dared not look up any further; his helmet was almost touching the pants of the people standing in front.

Sweat broke off in beads down his back, his heartbeat far exceeding 300 beats per minute, and an indescribable sense of terror paralyzed him.

Crack.

Another crisp sound.

The street was empty once more.

Void and deserted, with only the abandoned vehicles crowded together.

Stoking the fireplace, Yu Hong stuffed dry wood in and started to heat water.

“We need to get some basic electrical appliances… It’s a bit inconvenient to keep burning wood for warmth and cooking if we have electricity.”

After strengthening his Internal Cultivation Methods, he tried to begin cultivation immediately. It was still the first day, and he would have to wait three more days to master the Infinite Qi Condensing Technique fully before he could naturally apply it to the Thunderbolt Leg Technique.

So, for now, there was nothing discernible.

As for the Black Mark, he didn’t waste any time and swiftly sent it to enhance sunlight materials.

He was quite eager to see what state these special materials could be enhanced into.

Sunlight materials totaled nine generations, his being only the first generation, which was the weakest. But according to Old Li, it could still drive away and affect most Black Disaster radiations that weren’t strong enough.

The enhancement direction was to strengthen effects, with a countdown of about three days.

The flames gradually burned in the fireplace, growing red and beginning to emit heat.

Yu Hong placed the pot with nutrient paste on it to cook.

He had lunch hastily after a quick boil and continued to immerse himself in cultivating the Infinite Qi Condensing Technique.

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the cave’s door.

“Who is it?” Yu Hong frowned slightly, calling out loudly.

“It’s me, boss, there’s been a situation, you may need to come out and take a look,” Old Zhou’s voice rang from outside.