Chapter 8: Divine Light of Body Protection

Huiye Seaview Hotel.

"Beep beep!"

Xiaoxiao took the room card to swipe open the door, carried her small suitcase inside, and tried to close the door behind her.

Swish!

A hand blocked the door, preventing her from closing it.

Ning Qing stood at the doorway, a head full of question marks.

Xiaoxiao shrank her neck, hurriedly opened the door to let her sister walk in, and kept glancing at her sister's expression throughout the process.

Scared ing...

"Slap."

Her sister gave her a tap on the head.

Xiaoxiao didn't dare say a word, only glancing toward the doorway.

Chen Shu stood outside the door, smiling brightly: "Rest for a bit, we'll rent a scooter in a while to go play."

Xiaoxiao nodded obediently, looked back at her sister again, and only then closed the door.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Two scooters were parked by the seaside, and the three of them were wearing flip-flops, walking slowly along the beach.

Chen Shu carried a bucket, which only contained a few scattered fish and a few small crabs the size of a fingernail. He was very puzzled: "How come when I watch those beachcombing videos, they can easily catch big lobsters, big octopuses, big crabs and such, and the ground is full of razor clam holes, but why can't I find anything?"

Ning Qing glanced at him, as if looking at an idiot.

Xiaoxiao also quietly glanced at him, without making a sound.

They played until dusk, when the three of them sat in a row on the beach, each stretching out their legs, letting the increasingly chilly waves lightly lick the soles of their feet.

Quietly looking into the distance.

The setting sun sank into the orange sea.

Qingqing's legs are really long.

The scene was originally very harmonious, until Chen Shu leaned toward Ning Qing: "Xiaoxiao, come take a photo of us."

"..."

The little girl got up expressionlessly; her movement of standing up was quite agile.

The sun had been completely swallowed by the sea, leaving behind a beautiful gradient in the sky, more beautiful than all the rouge in this world. There were scattered people walking on the beach, and some young people who also looked like they had just finished the Great Exam and were out traveling. To the left end of the beach was the black shadow of a mountain, which was Nanshan.

Today is only the second day of the lunar month, there are still several days left.

Chen Shu glanced back and saw someone running on the embankment, so he also said:

"I'll come running tomorrow too."

Ning Qing looked at him without making a sound.

"Click!"

The little girl returned with Chen Shu's Mobile Phone, handed it to him to look at, and stood in front of him with her hands behind her back, like a primary school student waiting for a teacher to grade her homework.

"Taken really well."

Chen Shu grinned at the little girl, but the little girl still didn't make a sound.

Just as unwilling to speak as her sister.

Drinking sugar water, riding speedboats, eating seafood, diving, going to play on islands, and buying a seafood zongzi in between to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival—four days were quickly spent.

Time arrived at the evening of the sixth day of the fifth lunar month.

Just like the previous few days, Chen Shu put on shorts, a quick-dry shirt, and running shoes, put on his earphones, and went out for a run.

Running by the sea is just different; with the sea breeze brushing against his face, his footsteps felt quite a bit lighter.

During the run, he took a few photos of the night view and asked a young lady passing by to take a photo of him, arriving at the foot of Nanshan just as he finished running.

He took a screenshot in his running app, added it to his previous photos to make a nine-grid collage, and shared it to his social media feed to show off a Second-tier Practitioner's pace and the mood of his trip.

After posting, he looked up and saw Nanshan.

Nanshan is a good place to go; during the day you can overlook the sea, and at night you can enjoy the night view of Sea Beast Port. It doesn't take long to climb up, maybe half an hour for an ordinary person.

Nanshan is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain.

Tourists are all on the front mountain, where there are spacious stairs for you to walk on.

The back mountain is a cemetery and small paths; almost no one comes at night, and it's only a bit lively on the second day of the Lunar New Year and during the Qingming Festival.

Chen Shu naturally walked the front mountain.

After reaching the top of Nanshan, he took a night view photo to send to Qingqing, and then he began to walk toward the back mountain.

This path is truly hard to walk.

Because the back mountain cemetery only reaches halfway up the mountain, the good path only goes halfway up as well. The path from the summit to the cemetery is a dirt trail, and it has long been overgrown with weeds.

Chen Shu had no intention of going all the way down to the halfway point from here; he stopped after walking only a few dozen meters, humming a song unconsciously while unbuckling his belt, his gaze meanwhile fixed on the corner of the third section of Nanshan Cemetery, which was not far away in a straight line.

He saw nothing.

Instead, the faint sound of police sirens drifted over.

Chen Shu looked in the direction of the sound and saw two police cars with flashing lights speeding along the road in the distance. There were no cars in front of the police cars; only after looking closely did he see a black shadow moving rapidly.

A common chase.

After all, this is a world with extraordinary power. Even though the state has introduced many policies to regulate lethal Spells and weapons of mass destruction, it is inevitable that there will be incidents of people breaking the law with their power.

The overall public security is not as good as in his previous life in China.

The person in front was running very fast; they were either a Martial Artist or a Martial Cultivator by background, or at least a Fourth-tier Practitioner.

The latter is much more terrifying than the former.

According to the police force of Yiguo, ordinary police officers at least have the foundation of a Martial Artist and are usually equipped with Anti-riot Guns that can fire electric shock bullets and shockwaves; this is enough to maintain public order, but if they encounter hardened criminals, they might not necessarily win, so they should call for support.

But that person only focused on running, not daring to fight back.

This was indeed the correct course of action.

As the country with the strongest comprehensive national power in the world today, even Lan Country agents can only act like cowards within the borders of Yiguo; no one can challenge the official power of Yiguo.

Resistance would only escalate a simple pursuit incident, which would be of no benefit to him, unless he were already certain to die.

Under Chen Shu's gaze, that person ran toward Nanshan.

Nanshan has no roads, making it the most suitable place to shake off vehicles.

Seeing that person arrive at the foot of Nanshan, he looked back twice, confirmed it was safe, and then ran straight up toward the cemetery.

Chen Shu found a place to hide, watching him run into the third zone and reach a corner, then watching him dive into the woods to descend the mountain from another place, only to be chased all over the ground by the police cars that had come to support.

"The quality of the personnel is worrying..."

"Mao Xiansheng's standards have dropped significantly."

Chen Shu walked down swaggeringly, took the package, and put it inside the Crystal.

Carrying the lemon chicken he had packed on the way, Chen Shu returned to the hotel and knocked on the doors of Ning Qing and Xiaoxiao.

"Knock knock."

Ning Qing opened the door for him while wearing a black facial mask; she seemed to have just finished washing up, dressed in light, thin pajamas, the silk fabric revealing her figure even more than her daily clothes, a belt at her waist easily outlining her slender waist, the fullness above always feeling bouncy, her hair showing the fluffiness of having just been blow-dried, with an extremely eye-catching neck and collarbone.

"Why are you back so late?"

"I got hungry from running, so I had a late-night snack and brought some for you two." Chen Shu's gaze shifted slightly downward. "Lemon chicken, it's quite delicious."

"I've brushed my teeth."

"Brush them again."

"Oh."

"We're going back tomorrow, get some rest early."

"Mm."

"Qingqing isn't gentle at all."

"What would be considered gentle?"

"Say goodnight to me."

"Goodnight."

"Good girl..."

Chen Shu watched Ning Qing's door close, and he returned to his own room as well.

Only then did he take the package out of the Crystal.

The package was a very ordinary one, a flat paper box slightly larger than a palm, wrapped in adhesive tape. After opening it, inside was a piece of metal-like material about 0.5 centimeters thick, palm-sized, and slightly curved; there was nothing else.

This is a military-grade defensive insert.

The soldiers of this world are almost all Martial Artists, possessing great strength, high speed, and agile reactions, capable of carrying heavy equipment; when fully armed, their entire bodies become a size larger, and this equipment also provides them with enough power to challenge a Cultivator.

This insert should be placed in the chest area of protective gear, and as long as it is successfully activated, it can continuously provide the soldier with the Protective Divine Light that only a Cultivator possesses.

If it can be successfully analyzed, it is actually a win-win; he also really wants to obtain this Spell for Protective Divine Light, which is the most advanced in the current world.

"Begin."

Chen Shu first checked it over to see if there were any issues.

Very good, there were no Tracking Runes or anything of the sort.

Next, he began the preliminary analysis.

Inside this, there were some activation or other functional Rune Groups; these were to allow non-Cultivators to conveniently use this device, so he could just ignore them.

The remaining Protective Divine Light was stored in the form of Spirit Power, and the Rune structure of the Protective Divine Light was not stored.

It is extremely difficult to restore Spirit Power into a Rune structure, and the restored Rune structure might not necessarily be directly learnable by a Cultivator, because the Rune Groups on the production line are usually versions that have already been adjusted based on the original Spell, with the goal of adapting to a casting environment different from the human body.

It requires a deep understanding of Spirit Power and Rune principles.

Moreover, the workload is not low.

Generally speaking, to do this kind of work, one needs a professional team.

A big shot could also do it, but a big shot wouldn't look down on it.

It also cannot be a small country.

Small countries have backward education and a scarcity of talent; if it is not the official Government, one would have to find a team from a developed country to do it.

Mao Xiansheng clearly does not represent the Government.

Chen Shu patiently focused on his work.

The seventh of May, on the high-speed train.

Ning Qing sat in the aisle seat, wearing headphones and listening to music.

Chen Shu sat in the middle, scrolling through videos.

Xiaoxiao sat in the window seat, holding a bag of spicy chicken-flavored rice crusts, tilting her head and focusing on the scenery outside the window.

Student Ning's popularity has almost reached its end today; this kind of popularity never lasts long, everyone is just looking for a bit of fun, and in a few days, they will forget it completely.

Chen Shu clicked on these videos one by one, looking at the comments from the silly netizens below, laughing until he couldn't close his mouth.

Crown Princess Zhusha also entered the fray personally and posted a video:

【Satisfying Student Ning】

The young lady in culottes twisted for two minutes.

Chen Shu watched a few times, got a bit bored, and gave his assessment:

"Hmph, riding my coattails."

Just then, Xiaoxiao suddenly withdrew her gaze, turned her head to glance at her sister and brother-in-law, and also saw the content on her brother-in-law's screen.

The little girl blinked, very puzzled, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother-in-law, aren't there already pretty sisters at home who are tall with long legs and big chests? Isn't sister better looking than them?"

"Huh?"

Chen Shu was stunned for a moment, took off his headphones, and explained: "I'm just playing along with them, I'll like others soon enough. But I will always like your sister."

The little girl nodded thoughtfully.

Then she snuck another glance at her sister.

Her sister was focused on listening to music, her face as calm as still water.

"You hurry up and look at your scenery."

"Oh."

Once the little girl turned back around, Chen Shu continued to open the comment section, where a large crowd below was thanking classmate Ning.

He liked the comments of the few most eloquent silly netizens in the front row one by one.

Then he continued scrolling through other videos.

The most popular short video platform in this world is much the same as the Douyin of his past life, as if everyone had found the optimal path through trial and error. But as far as Chen Shu's impression goes, the recommendation algorithm of this world's short video software isn't good enough yet; it keeps failing to push scantily-clad young ladies to him.

He hopes it can be improved as soon as possible.