Chapter 1912 — Clever Little Shu

"Yes, that means there's hope. If it doesn't work this time, we can try again slowly. Anyway, I'm your guinea pig, at your beck and call. I'll be settling down here in Donghai, so it'll be convenient to meet." Yang Huaijun said with a smile.

"Heh, that's true." Wei Zhao nodded, feeling a bit better. Yang Huaijun was right—even if this attempt failed, there would be another chance in the future. Wei Zhao also came to understand that the current second-level Xuanyuan Dragon-Commanding Art was not as easy to handle when compressing true qi as the first level. Perhaps it was because he had only recently begun cultivating the second level. Although the division between levels of the mental technique was not as detailed as the classification of cultivation stages, if one were to divide a level into ten phases, Wei Zhao at present could only be said to be at the second phase of the second level—and he had just barely reached it. He could barely run the complete second-level technique, but as for proficiency, he was still far, far from it.

Previously, when he had used the first-level technique to compress true qi, he had already broken through to the Great Perfection of the first level, so naturally he could control the true qi in his body with ease, even transmitting his voice through it. But trying to do the same with the second-level technique was simply not feasible.

Faced with the second-level technique, Wei Zhao was like a beginner; he hadn't even mastered the basics, let alone used the technique for any practical purpose.

At this thought, Wei Zhao calmed down. He remembered what Elder Jiao had said: haste makes waste. Indeed, the current situation showed that as long as he could run the second-level Xuanyuan Dragon-Commanding Art more proficiently, elevating Yang Huaijun to the Earth stage should be feasible.

Of course, Wei Zhao wasn't too surprised. If each level didn't offer improvements and progress, he might as well have cultivated the first level for the rest of his life—it was already quite proficient, so why practice the second level at all?

"Once I go back, I'll consolidate my strength. When I've consolidated it, I'll try breaking through on my own. Next time, you can assist me—maybe I'll break through in one go." Yang Huaijun said.

"Attempting it on your own is probably impossible." Wei Zhao smiled wryly. "The strength I helped you raise has a drawback. I didn't realize it before, but now I've discovered it—you can no longer cultivate on your own..."

"Ah!" Yang Huaijun was taken aback. Wei Zhao's words truly struck a chord with him. After he had gone back earlier, he had indeed tried cultivating on his own to break through from the peak of the late Yellow stage, but after several attempts there was no improvement at all. He had thought it was because he was too busy with official duties to calm his mind, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Lingshan and the others already know about it. I only came to realize this pattern later. I'm truly sorry!" Wei Zhao explained, looking at the stunned Yang Huaijun.

"Captain Eagle, what are you saying? My current strength is all thanks to you. Not only that, you even saved my life! Not to mention how many times our squad managed to survive against all odds during missions because of you—just in these recent incidents alone, your kindness to me cannot be measured in words!" Yang Huaijun said. "The peak of the late Mysterious stage! How many cultivators dream of reaching such a height..."

Yang Huaijun wasn't flattering—he was stating the truth. Not to mention ordinary rogue cultivators, even for a noble family, producing a cultivator with peak late Mysterious-stage strength was extremely difficult. Of course, this couldn't be compared with the behemoths of hidden aristocratic families or ancient sects.

Yang Huaijun came from an aristocratic family, so his perspective was naturally limited to the mundane world.

"Heh... I'm glad you don't feel burdened." Wei Zhao nodded, glanced outside at the sky, and said, "It's getting late. I need to go back. The two little girls at home are going to check up on me."

"Haha! Come, I'll see you off..." Yang Huaijun laughed heartily, but when he stood up, he realized he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Embarrassed, he said, "Wait for me—I'll change right away!"

Yang Huaijun escorted Wei Zhao to the villa in Xueshang Community, where he learned where Wei Zhao lived. What surprised Wei Zhao, however, was that his Grand Cherokee had already been driven back and was parked in the villa's courtyard parking space.

It seemed that the young lady must have returned first after failing to find him, and had driven away in anger. She had a key to this car as well.

With that in mind, Wei Zhao hurriedly took out his phone and turned it on. Earlier, when he was helping Yang Huaijun elevate his strength, he had turned off his phone to avoid interference. The young lady must have called several times.

"It's not that your wife is angry, is it?" Yang Huaijun blinked, looking at Wei Zhao, who was opening his phone with a wry smile.

"What wife? You know perfectly well what my relationship with them is." Wei Zhao spread his hands.

"Tang..." Yang Huaijun had been about to say, "Isn't Tang Yun here?" but he didn't get halfway through his sentence before a voice interrupted him.

"Brother Yang, so you're the one who kidnapped Brother Jianpai!" Before Yang Huaijun could finish, Shen Yushu came running out of the courtyard.

Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had actually just returned. Earlier, Gu Mengyao had been calling Wei Zhao nonstop, but his phone was off. She had even waited over an hour at the school, and the phone was still off. Angry and anxious, she drove back first.

As for whether something had happened to Wei Zhao, Gu Mengyao wasn't worried. What could happen at school? What she thought was that Wei Zhao might have gone off with Wang Xinyan; those two had been together quite a lot these past few days.

Whenever she thought of Wei Zhao being with Wang Xinyan, Gu Mengyao's heart felt as if something had squeezed it, leaving her uncomfortable.

She was just about to call Wei Zhao again to ask, when as soon as she entered the villa she heard the sound of a car outside—the sound of it parking.

Out of curiosity, the two women turned to look, and unexpectedly saw Wei Zhao and Yang Huaijun getting out of the car. What was more, Yang Huaijun was joking about her and Little Shu. For some reason, Gu Mengyao just blushed, yet felt no annoyance...

But Yang Huaijun's next words made Gu Mengyao inwardly cry, "Oh no!" Tang what? Wasn't it Tang Yun? She wanted to stop him, but unexpectedly Little Shu reacted faster and ran out ahead of her, which made Gu Mengyao heave a sigh of relief.

"Mm, he needed my help for something. I was assisting him with elevating his strength, so my phone was off. You couldn't reach me, right?" Wei Zhao, meanwhile, hadn't noticed Yang Huaijun's half-finished sentence...

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