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Chapter 378 - 378 222 Two months (4000) _2

Chapter 378: 222 Two months (4000) _2 Chapter 378: 222 Two months (4000) _2 Casio glanced at Feng Liusi’s silhouette and then closed his eyes again, submerging himself into the cultivation of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist acupoint.

“Huh…”

Feeling the gaze behind him disappear, Feng Liusi exhaled. He stared at the water surface, where the blurred reflection of Casio stirred complex emotions in him – shock, envy, jealousy, and even a hint of annoyance. Wasn’t the difference between people somewhat too vast? Several days, versus one hour. When compared like that, it wasn’t about one being slightly better suited, it was a chasm.

Sure, Casio had the advantage of a teacher, gained early access to the Southern Dipper State, and his talent was naturally better than his. But, wasn’t this hundreds of times difference in time a bit too exaggerated? A real freak, indeed.

He must be on some potion, this kid!

Feng Liusi took a deep breath to calm his restless heart. He released his trembling hands, allowing the sweat in his palms to evaporate. Then, he started fishing again.

This time, Feng Liusi’s luck wasn’t bad. By two P.M., he had caught two fish, which he put into a wooden barrel filled with water on the shore. He didn’t use any special technique or force. He was just enjoying the simple pleasure of an older man fishing.

The sunlight was brilliant, cascading golden rays and beams down like a waterfall from the gaps in the white clouds. Some rays fell on the dense forest of the Roca Mountain Range, making it look even more lush, while others landed on the uneven paths in the clearing or sparkled on the lake surface, rippling with the wind.

Feng Liusi gently flicked his rod, and in an instant, a lively fish was hooked up, its tail splashing lake water around as it writhed.

“Lucky day.”

With a movement of his hands, the rod sprang towards the shore. Driven by force, the fish was flung into the air, arching beautifully before it splashed down into the wooden barrel.

Feng Liusi was about to reel in his rod and cast it again to fish for another one.

Then, he heard another “pop” sound.

“Two hours have passed, it’s about time…”

As Feng Liusi thought this, he turned to look at Casio, who was a few meters away. Casio hadn’t opened his eyes yet, still maintaining his cross-legged position with his hands raised, as if grasping something. His breathing was steady and his clothes were fluttering without wind.

With his eyes still closed, he suddenly said one thing.

“Broke through.”

“Huh?” Feng Liusi’s action of standing froze. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t want his words to distract Casio and affect his cultivation. So he could only pull his white beard, pulling so hard that he almost plucked two hairs from it.

“This kid…”

Another hour passed.

Feng Liusi hooked up two more fish, but his mind was no longer on fishing. As it approached three in the afternoon, Feng Liusi’s old eyes kept glancing at Casio’s reflection.

He seemed somewhat anxiously expectant.

A few minutes later, as expected.

At exactly three, there was a muffled sound in his ear.

Feng Liusi quickly turned his head to look.

This time, Casio didn’t even want to talk, as if he had sensed Feng Liusi’s gaze, he just nodded perfunctorily.

The meaning was clear without him having to say anything more: He had made a breakthrough.

“Show-off… Kid…” Feng Liusi’s right eye twitched unnaturally: “Back in the day, I…I…I really wasn’t a match for you. Damn it, even if I multiplied myself by ten…”

He was unwilling to face up to the reality, unable to even harden his heart. The disparity was too large; there was no point comparing.

Resenting the truth a little, Feng Liusi returned to the shore. He started a fire and began to barbecue the fish. He had seasoning that Niv had brought over in the cabin. Cooking a few fish wasn’t a big deal.

In no time,

There was a primitive grill set up on the ground in front of the cabin with a stack of branches, a pile of stones, and a flame burning. The fish skewered on the branches sizzled, and the white, tender fish meat was sprinkled with salt and chili powder. The salt melted, mixed with the juice, and fell into the flame, creating a soft popping sound.

The enticing aroma immediately diffused in the air.

Five minutes passed, and the grilled fish were almost ready.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by and Casio, unbeknownst when, had moved from the island to the shore, eyes fixed on the grill rack.

Feng Liusi looked up: “Three and a half hours, it’s over?”

Casio shook his head, his eyes still bloodshot: “No, just a bit hungry, cultivation consumes a lot of energy…”

“Here, here, here…” Feng Liusi didn’t dally, directly handing Casio all the grilled fish in his hand: “Is that enough?”

“If not, I can go around Death Valley and catch a few wild chickens.”

“Forget it, it’s definitely not enough. You eat first; I’ll be back in a while.” Feng Liusi was answering his own questions, with no reluctance on his face. He then turned and darted towards the outside of Death Valley.

Sitting on the hardwood by the fire, Casio watched the silhouette of Feng Liusi leaving, biting into his grilled fish again. There was an uncanny feeling of déjà vu, as if he had returned to his training days at the Wind Elephant Gate. Sister, friends, elder brothers, teacher.

By the time he returned to his senses, all that was left of the grilled fish he had been eating were the bones and tail. With a wry smile, he shook his head and raised his hand. White air flow moved like an elf between his five fingers, lively and vibrant.

Four o’clock in the afternoon.

As always, remarkably punctual.

The sound of his acupuncture points being unblocked came from Casio’s body.

“Good.” Feng Liusi pulled another fish out of the lake, seemingly applauding Casio’s breakthrough.

From around twelve noon until midnight. For twelve full hours, there was a surprise every hour. Tired of hearing the sounds of regular breakthroughs, Feng Liusi wondered why this kid found cultivatıng as simple as eating and drinking.

The twelve acupuncture points, nearly a fifth of the cultivation progress was complete. Roughly estimated, it would probably take just three days for Casio to fully grasp the basic structure of the Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist.

This was simply terrifying: completing three months’ worth of progress in three days.

There was a hint of fear in the way Feng Liusi looked at Casio in the end.

It was not because of his freakish talent, but what his extremely high compatibility hinted at. Don’t tell him…does it mean that Casio was a born killer, filled to the brim with violent, bloody thoughts in his heart? More homicidal than a natural-born murderer, desiring fresh blood, indifferent to life, the butcher of the human world.

Only such a person could be this compatible with the lethal Assassination Fist, a thought that sent a chill down Feng Liusi’s spine.

He had also asked Casio if there were times when he felt a surge of bloodlust, extremely wanting to kill. Casio was very straightforward, saying that he had had this feeling when fighting against Feng Liusi before. As a result, every night Feng Liusi slept at the entrance of the valley under the pretext of driving away beasts, giving his cabin to Casio for sleep.

Three days passed.

Feng Liusi’s guess was quite correct, Casio had indeed completed the cultivation process that had taken him three months. He had directly completed the lower structure inside his body and opened all sixty-six acupoints one by one.

Emulating the constellation map of Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist inside his body, each acupoint now resonated with each other.

These few days have brought more shock to Feng Liusi than his past twenty years, while also arousing some curiosity and doubts.

Because he always had the feeling that once Casio entered into Southern Dipper State, he never stopped, whether it was walking, eating, cultivating, or sleeping. His entire body was covered with a faint layer of killing intent.

Next, Feng Liusi continued to impart his understanding and insights of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist to Casio in the Death Valley.

And like a teacher, he taught him slowly and patiently.

The two occasionally sparred. Not only between the two, but Feng Liusi also occasionally took Casio into the Roca Mountain Range.

To fight against some powerful beasts and changeraces.

This state has lasted quite long, from June to August. That is to say, it’s been a full sixty days since Casio arrived at Death Valley in the Roca Mountain Range.

Two months later…