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On My Path to Mastery: The Leader of Qigong World
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On July 15th, at three in the afternoon, the sun blazed overhead.
Lin Yuan rode his small Electric Scooter, weaving between towering office buildings. Sweat soaked through his T-shirt, making it cling to him like a layer of syrup.
"Thirty floors, Building A, Manager Xie's urgent order—cheese Meat Sauce Pasta, with extra Meat Sauce," Lin Yuan muttered the order details to himself, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the Live Stream interface on his phone. The eager look in his eyes resembled that of a young boy sneaking a peek at a pretty girl.
On the screen, a streamer dressed in a robe sat upright, exuding an air of ethereal wisdom as he explained concepts like "Qi sinking to the dantian" and "unity of heaven and man," sounding utterly profound.
"Ugh, not another one of those mystical talks," Lin Yuan scoffed, yet he felt an inexplicable curiosity stirring within him, much like a cat drawn to the scent of fish.
Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy swept through the area, distorting the air around him as if viewed through a funhouse mirror. Lin Yuan felt his Electric Scooter vibrate violently, as if it were about to take flight, the handlebars shaking uncontrollably.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the handlebars and exclaimed, "What the heck is going on? Is Manager Xie's Pasta coming to life?"
The trees lining the street swayed violently, their leaves cascading down like an eerie rain of foliage. To an outsider, it would have seemed like the apocalypse was upon them.
An invisible force, like a giant hand, swept Lin Yuan and his scooter into a narrow alleyway. This alley, usually unremarkable, today resembled the gaping maw of a monster that swallowed him whole.
With a loud crash, his Electric Scooter slammed against the wall with a mournful cry. Lin Yuan tumbled off and landed hard on his backside, wincing in pain as he felt as though his tailbone might break.
"My delivery! Manager Xie's Meat Sauce!" Ignoring the pain, Lin Yuan scrambled to check on his order. Fortunately, only a little Pasta had spilled; Manager Xie's Meat Sauce was intact. He let out a sigh of relief—he had narrowly avoided another round of Manager Xie's relentless calls.
At that moment, Lin Yuan noticed an old wooden box tucked away in the corner of the alley. The box lay quietly there, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood. It was adorned with strange carvings that resembled alien script—mysterious and eerie.
Curiosity gnawed at Lin Yuan like a tiny bug, compelling him to open the wooden box.
Inside lay a tattered scroll made of sheepskin, densely covered with tiny, intricate characters that shimmered with a faint glow, resembling stars in the night sky—mysterious and enchanting.
As Lin Yuan picked up the scroll, a strange energy surged into his body. It felt as if he had just downed a bottle of ice-cold cola, sending a refreshing wave from head to toe, leaving him tingling all over, as if countless tiny ants were crawling on him.
At the same time, bizarre images began to surface in his mind. These visions resembled some ancient cultivation method—profound and difficult to comprehend—like watching a sci-fi blockbuster filled with mystery and the unknown.
"What is this thing? Could it be the legendary Martial Arts Manual?" Lin Yuan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion, like a child who had just discovered a new continent.
Suddenly, he realized he could see a faint blue energy flowing through the air around him. This energy appeared as delicate threads interwoven together, forming a complex network akin to a vast spider's web enveloping the entire world.
Lin Yuan understood that this must be the legendary Lingqi; he had awakened the fabled Gazing Ability! The sensation was exhilarating, like winning the lottery, making him feel as if he could leap for joy.
At that moment, a woman clad in a black robe walked past from the depths of the alley. She was tall and mysterious, her figure obscured in shadows, making it difficult to discern her face—a wisp of fog that eluded grasp.
Her piercing gaze swept around, seemingly searching for something. Those eyes were sharp like an eagle's, sending chills down his spine.
Lin Yuan noticed that she emanated a powerful Spiritual Energy Fluctuation far stronger than anyone he had ever encountered. This Lingqi burned like a raging flame, brimming with strength and pressure.
"Could she also be a Cultivator? Is it possible that this world really has Cultivators?" Lin Yuan pondered, feeling as if his worldview was about to be turned upside down.
The woman quickly vanished at the end of the alley, leaving behind only her enigmatic silhouette—a fleeting gust of wind that came and went without a trace.
Before Lin Yuan could think further, a cacophony erupted outside, a sound that resembled a pot boiling over, filled with terror and chaos.
A passerby rushed over in a panic, pointing towards the alleyway, stammering, "M-monster... I just saw... a monster!" He looked as if he had seen a ghost, utterly terrified.
As the passerby spoke, he fumbled with his phone to call for help, his fingers trembling so much that he struggled to dial the number.
Watching the passerby's horrified expression, an ominous premonition suddenly welled up within Lin Yuan. It felt like the unsettling calm before a storm, filling him with unease and anxiety.
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