Chapter 78

The next morning.

A ray of sunlight shone on Li Rui's face through the window paper.

"Hmm..."

His fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly opened.

"What happened last night?"

Li Rui looked at the bright daylight.

It was already mid-morning.

"Actually slept for so long."

He shook his head.

Since turning fifty, he hadn't slept for such a long time; a rough calculation showed at least six hours.

Sitting up from the bed, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

The mind, which had been dizzy from the cold, became clear, the feeling of difficulty breathing disappeared, and his body and mind felt refreshed.

"Cured?"

In just one night, the cold was cured.

Li Rui frowned slightly.

"Something's wrong."

According to his previous assumptions, it would take at least three days to recover, but now only one day had passed.

There were no miracle drugs in ancient times, and the medicinal soup Wang Zhao boiled yesterday wasn't a miracle drug either; how could it have such a miraculous effect?

"It's a dream!"

Li Rui quickly found the key to the problem.

Dreams cannot be chased; most of the content of last night's dream was forgotten, but he could faintly remember that he seemed to have listened to a lecture in a fairyland for a night.

"Dreaming of Immortals!"

He remembered a record in an ancient book.

There are many forms of sudden enlightenment.

Some have sudden enlightenment between life and death, their strength increasing greatly; some have sudden enlightenment while practicing, one day being a year; entering a dream is a form of sudden enlightenment.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

He flipped through books every day, and with his improved comprehension, he was able to enter this mysterious state.

Listening to the Dao in the Immortal Realm is an even rarer existence among sudden enlightenments.

Known by the world as Dreaming of Immortals.

Plus the previous sudden enlightenment.

Two sudden enlightenments in one year.

Some people never see one in their lifetime, and he had two in one year... if this spread, I don't know how many geniuses would be jealous.

Li Rui closed his eyes and felt the changes carefully.

In a darkness like chaos, a wisp of cyan qi was lively and active, out of place with the gray-black surroundings.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

"Xuanqing Qi!!"

Li Rui seemed unsure, closed his eyes again, and opened them after about three breaths.

Muttering:

"I actually realized Xuanqing Qi at the eighth rank?!"

He compared it to the description of Xuanqing Qi in the Bai Yuan Blade Breathing Method in his mind; it was identical to the wisp of cyan qi like a thread in his body, but according to the records in the Bai Yuan Blade Breathing Method, Xuanqing Qi was clearly exclusive to those above the sixth rank.

Simply heaven-defying.

A feeling of ecstasy surged up.

What is a genius?

Martial Bone plus outstanding comprehension is truly extraordinary.

He actually managed to refine a wisp of Xuanqing Qi at the eighth rank.

Li Rui glanced at the wooden table on the side, then struck out with a palm.

Bang!

The teapot on the wooden table shattered, and broken porcelain pieces fell to the ground with a clatter.

Striking objects from a distance.

Different from the previous blade qi, now Li Rui could injure enemies with qi just by relying on his palms; with the blessing of a weapon, it would only be stronger.

His strength increased by more than fifty percent overnight.

"Very good."

Li Rui felt incomparably happy.

The next moment.

The door was pushed open with a creak.

He saw Yang Yong and Wang Zhao rushing in with nervous expressions.

The two looked at the tea spilled all over the table and the broken porcelain on the ground.

Yang Yong asked hurriedly: "Old Li, what happened?"

Li Rui: "Wanted to drink tea, accidentally knocked it over."

He couldn't say he had shattered the teapot from eight feet away with a qi palm.

Don't forget, he is currently a sick old man.

Wang Zhao felt guilty after hearing this: "It's my carelessness, didn't even notice Master was awake, and had to pour tea himself."

In contrast, Yang Yong was much calmer.

He looked at Li Rui suspiciously.

The corner of Li Rui's quilt was still in the same state as last night, and his shoes were far away; it didn't look like he had gotten out of bed.

But if he hadn't gotten out of bed, how did the teapot break?

Yang Yong shook his head secretly in his heart:

"Truly brain-draining."

Since Li Rui didn't say, he was too lazy to continue asking.

Wang Zhao brought another pot of warm tea; Li Rui rinsed his mouth with tea and washed his face with clear water before getting up.

When he walked out of the room.

It was already noon.

The scorching sun made people unable to open their eyes.

After Li Rui simply ate some food made by Wang Zhao, he went to the Hun Tian Yi Hall next door.

The people of the Qinghe Branch had all gone out.

The originally deserted Hun Tian Yi Hall was now even more empty, with no one to be seen; Liang He went to the black market during the day, and only Zhou Shulin was squatting on the threshold, bored.

"Hall Master."

Zhou Shulin saw Li Rui and jumped up, standing at attention on the spot.

"Sit down, sit down."

Li Rui waved his hand, signaling Zhou Shulin to relax.

Zhou Shulin scratched his head.

He clearly remembered his Hall Master was sick, never expected him to come to work while sick.

"So dedicated, no wonder he can be a Hall Master!"

If Li Rui knew this thought, he would definitely roll his eyes.

Generally speaking, there is almost no connection between dedication and promotion.

Of course, he wouldn't point it out.

His subordinate thinking this way made him, the superior, very gratified.

Li Rui walked into Hun Tian Yi Hall and asked: "Shulin, have you heard any wind recently?"

Zhou Shulin blinked: "Ran into Liu Tong this morning, treated him to morning wine; last night our Tiandi Alliance and the county office, along with several gangs in the city, encircled and suppressed the Guiming Sect at Little River Ditch."

"Fought all night, heard that most of the Guiming Sect people were killed, some ran out, and they are currently being hunted down."

Li Rui raised an eyebrow.

Patting Zhou Shulin on the shoulder appreciatively: "Not bad, keep working hard."

Compared to Liu Tong, who is also a connection-holder, Zhou Shulin's connections are actually harder, but his root bone is not good, and he is not flexible enough in doing things.

He had also pointed it out before.

Never expected Zhou Shulin to be quite intelligent, listening to everything.

What's even more commendable is that he put it into practice.

This is very good.

If one wants to mix well in the Qinghe Branch, martial arts are of course very important, but if martial arts are not attainable, settling for the next best thing, Li Rui feels it is information.

Making friends widely is often actually to obtain information.

Then make the most favorable judgment for oneself.

"Little River Ditch..."

The success of the encirclement last night was within Li Rui's expectations.

The county office, Huaqing Sect, Tiandi Alliance, and Blood Tiger Gang were all dispatched; if such a large lineup couldn't handle a Guiming Sect, then perhaps only the army could be invited.

Understood the situation.

Li Rui returned to his long-lost office.

Now that the black market has gradually stabilized, he also has more time to stay in the branch.

It's not that he thinks Hun Tian Yi Hall is more important than the black market.

It's just that there are more experts in the branch, giving him a greater sense of security.

Casually picking up a dusty Daoist scripture, Li Rui began to read with relish again.

Flipping through books, practicing martial arts.

Day after day, that's all.

"Fighting and killing, better stay away from an old man like me."

(End of chapter)