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"Wang Chao, your grandfather is calling for you," Zhang Fusheng said to Wang Chao.
Wang Chao nodded and replied, "Thank you. If it weren't for you this time, I would probably be dead." However, Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said, "You saved yourself. If you hadn't rushed into the horde of zombies back then, those people wouldn't have been saved, and you wouldn't have killed Huangfu Huo. Of course, you also wouldn't have been rescued by me..."
Indeed, it was the cycle of fate. Wang Chao thought to himself that if he had really run away alone at that time, how could Shen Zhitao and Zhang Fusheng have come to his rescue? How would he have evolved or learned the Breathing Technique? There were causes and effects; otherwise, how could he have become friends with Shen Zhitao and Zhang Fusheng? With this thought in mind, Wang Chao couldn't help but smile as he walked towards Elder Zhang.
At that moment, Elder Zhang was sitting on a chair in the distance, completely alone. He had a chair placed beside him, contrasting sharply with the large group of people gathered in another direction. Wang Chao approached respectfully, bowed deeply, and said, "Elder Zhang." Elder Zhang smiled kindly at Wang Chao and replied, "Have a seat." Wang Chao nodded and sat down, then began to speak. "Elder Zhang, this time..."
Before Wang Chao could finish his sentence, Elder Zhang waved his hand and asked, "How is your practice of the Breathing Technique going?"
Wang Chao's face flushed. He had heard from Zhang Fusheng that this manual wasn't stolen; how did Elder Zhang know about it? Did Zhang Fusheng deceive him? Was it not truly an extraordinary technique? But thinking further, Wang Chao felt it was impossible—was there anything in the world more profound than Elder Zhang's training notes? He scratched his head and said, "I didn't expect you to know about this all along. So you..."
Elder Zhang replied, "The things that Zhang Fusheng gives away are not something I would take back."
Wang Chao felt a surge of emotion. Elder Zhang had not only saved him before but had also entrusted him with the secrets of the Zhang Family. It seemed that he was destined to be connected with the Zhang Family in this lifetime. Wang Chao said to Elder Zhang, "I've just found the knack for practicing the Breathing Technique, but the more I practice, the more I feel insignificant—like a speck of dust in the vast universe. This sense of powerlessness is truly frustrating."
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhang furrowed his brow and fell into thought. After a moment, his expression relaxed slightly as he spoke slowly: "In the vast universe, a person is indeed just a tiny speck of dust. However, some dust never realizes its place and believes that everything revolves around itself. In truth, life lasts only a little over a hundred years; how can dust exist longer than that?"
Elder Zhang's sentiment left Wang Chao somewhat bewildered. After all, he was just in his twenties while Elder Zhang was already over one hundred twenty years old. Seeing Wang Chao's puzzled expression, Elder Zhang sighed softly and continued, "Being able to feel this way shows great talent. Only those who recognize their own insignificance can pursue greater strength. To put it simply, the last place has much more room for improvement than the first."
Wang Chao nodded.
Elder Zhang went on: "When some people reach a certain level in their cultivation, they stop making progress. If you can maintain this mindset on your future path of cultivation, you will surely achieve great things! Moreover, when practicing cultivation, it's better to go slow than fast; remember not to seek immediate gains at the expense of long-term progress. Today I will teach you a technique; I wonder if you can trust me?"
"Of course," Wang Chao said. "How could I not believe you?"
Old Zhang nodded and then said, "I heard that after you completed a full cycle of the Heavenly Path, you saw nothing but darkness?"
"That's right," Wang Chao replied. "According to Zhang Fusheng, ordinary people should see vast landscapes like rivers and lakes, just as he saw the boundless sky. But what I saw was this darkness. Is it vast or small? What does it say about my aptitude for cultivation? It's truly perplexing, Old Zhang. I wonder what this situation means."
"By the way," Old Zhang said, "this is what I wanted to discuss with you regarding cultivation methods. This method, even Zhang Fusheng has never heard of it from me."
"Please tell me, Old Zhang," Wang Chao urged.
"The way to cultivate inner strength is not something I created. You may have heard that when I was cultivating, I once heard a wise person say that some people, after completing a full cycle of the Heavenly Path, would see a darkness. To call it darkness is not entirely accurate; to be precise, what you see should be the universe," Old Zhang explained.
"The universe?" Wang Chao asked.
Old Zhang nodded and continued, "However, since you are just beginning to practice this technique, the grand view of the universe has yet to unfold before you. In the future, what will appear before your eyes will surely be an expansive universe. Such individuals are the best candidates for practicing the Breathing Technique created by the wise one. As the best candidate for cultivating the Breathing Technique, your method of cultivation will naturally differ from others. So far, you are the only one I have encountered in this regard. Therefore, while I can share this cultivation method with you, I have no experience in this area."
Old Zhang looked at Wang Chao with deep meaning and then asked, "I wonder if you are willing."
Hearing this from Old Zhang made Wang Chao hesitate. It felt like crossing a river by feeling for stones—whether it would lead to fortune or misfortune was uncertain. If he followed this method and ended up with contrary results, wouldn't that be a loss? If he continued cultivating as he was now, he would certainly see some effects, but when would he ever surpass Zhang Fusheng?
What he lacked now was strength—pure strength. If he had had strength like Zhang Fusheng's during the Yucheng incident, saving everyone from the Bioterrorism Security Department would have been a piece of cake. How could those people have perished then? Da Qiang, Ouyang En, Lei Father and Son, Tang Feng—perhaps none of them would have died.
Seeing Wang Chao's hesitation, Old Zhang shook his head with a smile and said, "It's indeed a risky move; it's normal if you're unwilling."
"No, I am willing!" Wang Chao declared loudly.
"This method, the outcome is uncertain. Are you sure?" Elder Zhang continued.
Wang Chao replied, "I believe that the risks faced by that master when he created the Breathing Technique were far greater. If I don't even dare to try the method of cultivation, how can I protect myself and others? I want to become stronger, even stronger."
"Good, good, good!" Elder Zhang exclaimed three times before saying, "The so-called secret manual that Zhang Fusheng gave you, you may have already realized, is one that I have modified. Now, what I am about to tell you is the original manual of the Breathing Technique. Listen carefully..."
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