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Chapter 612 - 612 328 Three Major Gates Physique Qi Soul (4000)_1

Chapter 612: 328 Three Major Gates: Physique, Qi, Soul (4000)_1 Chapter 612: 328 Three Major Gates: Physique, Qi, Soul (4000)_1 For a moment, Jilan felt a freshness in the air around him. It was as if the nighttime breeze had started to flow again, lightly caressing his neck and face, bringing a sensation of coolness.

He stood in place, watching as Casio approached.

As they got close to a certain degree, a rumble echoed in both their minds. It was the fragments of the doors emitting a sense of perception and resonance.

Jilan felt a certainty in his heart, confirming at this moment Casio’s identity. He was a new core member of the Door Organization!

The moonlight was faint, and the cold wind rustled. They exchanged a glance.

Then they turned around and walked back into the abandoned church.

Five minutes later, under the window adorned with flowers, on a metallic platform.

Jilan and Casio, while not deep in conversation, were getting familiar with each other. Casio cunningly produced an identical map to Jilan’s that depicted the dense distribution of the population in North Flow Country’s city. He directly placed it on the open platform.

Both recently joined as core members of the Door organization, both for the first time using the fragments of the doors, and coincidentally, the correct locations were also in North Flow Country. Under such shared circumstances, Jilan inevitably felt a sense of closeness. Moreover, having just become a core member not long ago, he has been traveling around the world. Now his needs require him to make friends and connections.

Helpful assistance within the core members’ circle of the Door organization would be beneficial. After all, it’s hard to stand alone, regardless of how strong one’s strength is, one will always encounter danger or difficulties. At this time, help from a friend of the same rank is particularly important—having more friends is necessary when one is outside.

Although Jilan was naturally cold and slightly aloof, he still knew the basics. Besides, based on the few minutes of contact just now, this core member, Peacock, was quite talkative, sincere, and perhaps worthy of deeper friendship.

“Jilan, I see your face is somewhat pale, and you seemed a bit distracted just now. Have you been injured or affected?”

Under the colorful flower window, Casio spoke when the time was ripe.

“Hehe…” Jilan forced a laugh. The paleness of his face was, of course, due to the practice of Dark Magic Hand just now that drained part of his Blood Qi. But he obviously couldn’t say this.

Thus, Jilan vaguely gave an excuse.

“It’s just a side effect of practicing Secret Martial Art.”

“Oh, struck by the same plight, I am. The Secret Martial Art I practice has a huge side effect; it almost pushed me into a corner. But luckily, under a fortunate coincidental opportunity, I found the Door Organization, and only then got glimpses of hope in the darkness.”

Casio shook his head, his face somewhat nostalgic. His eyes had a hint of memory—as if recalling some past events.

“Oh? I see my friend, your physique holds no issue, rather teeming with Blood Qi, may I rudely ask: what’s the side effect?” Jilan wasn’t very curious, but he felt some resonance due to Casio’s similar fate.

“My physique has no problem, the problematic part is here…”

Casio extended his right hand, tapping the temple with his index and middle fingers, a smile revealed on his face. The moonlight through the flower window cast colorful shadows onto his face, dividing it into irregular sections, making the smile somewhat eerie.

“I am mentally ill, and it seems eradication is impossible…”

This sentence has two drastically different weird tones. The first half was frantically bold, tone was high, like a madman in frenzied ecstasy. The second half was uttered very clearly, each word spaced evenly, as if measured by a ruler. The tone was flat and cold, devoid of any ups and downs.

Like a lifeless robot.

The abandoned church was spacious, with the echo of Casio’s words lingering in Jilan’s ear like an enduring refrain.

“Damn, turns out he’s a madman!”

Staring into Casio’s eyes, he noticed the instant change of expression. From composed → frantic → cold, wasn’t this the unquestionable symptom of schizophrenia? There’s no need for a hospital diagnosis, one glance and it’s clear this person has a mental problem.

Jilan was initially astonished, then wary, and finally, he felt a hint of sympathy and comfort. The astonishment was a natural first reaction, caution was due to the fear of Casio, core member with a psychiatric issue, might suddenly become violent. After all, you can’t reason with a psychopath.

The final sympathy and comfort were related to Jilan’s own experiences. He joined the Door Organization to solve the intense side effects from practicing Secret Martial Art, the same plight as Casio’s. Besides, Casio’s symptoms seemed more severe, involving one’s mental state and personality. Cultivators of Secret Martial Art all had a strong will and a monopolistic desire for the control of power. Imagine if one day there was an extra person in your mind, wanting to wrestle control of your body every day.

Jilan found that idea terrifying. He would rather the side effects be shortened lifespan, but not mental related ones.

So, compared to Casio, he felt better. Sometimes, misery needs a contrast.

“Jilan, there’s no need to worry. I can still suppress them. Plus, this situation would soon be over, wouldn’t it?”

Casio fully removed his cloak, and his eyes became calm again.

“Hmm, indeed. I’m scheduled for July 30, and you’re the 31st. It’s just a matter of four or five days… Sigh…”

Jilan sighed with a tinge of sentimentality, “I’ve waited three years for this day and finally… the correct time, the correct location, the fragments of the doors, the Tear of Blue Eye, everything is ready…”