Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 627 Night Attack
Chen Chuan spent this night in continuous spiritual practice.

Even though the essence pouring over from the opposite side was not as great as when the Sky Gate of the Central City was opened, there were no enemies around, so he didn't need to worry about anything else.

Even if there were beings on the other side that coveted this end, they were blocked by the creature occupying the rift, which allowed him to devote himself to practice.

When it was almost dawn, he stepped out of his sitting position, reached out to take the Xuejun Knife beside him, and stood up from where he was.

Maybe because he was too engrossed before, he felt as if only a moment had passed.

During this practice, he could feel his spiritual power improving bit by bit. This kind of practice was really addictive and he didn't want to stop. But since he had agreed with Tarrou not to practice during the day, and others were very confident that he would come here alone, he would not break this tacit agreement.

Wait till tomorrow.

As he retreated, the tentacles in front of him once again twisted together and closed tightly.

He left the waterproof bag here, and turned around and went out of the crevice with only the Xuejun Knife. After returning to the sea surface, he climbed up along the sea cliff.

At this time, the sun had just risen from the sea, and the golden light dyed the entire island, while the thick morning mist dissipated from the forest, interweaving with the light and clouds, and it looked like a dream from afar.

When he reached the top of the cliff, Gan Bo seemed to be waiting there. When he saw him, he came over and said, "Mr. Chen, I thought you would stay in there all the time. In the past, the guests would not come out once they got in."

Chen Chuan thought this was better. He felt that being on the island had a relaxing effect on his spirit. So if he went there at night, it would be more efficient.

Gan Bo looked at him and tried to ask, "Mr. Chen, did you encounter any existence on the other side when you were practicing yesterday?"

Chen Chuanshuo said: "That's not the case."

Oliver looked serious and warned, "You still have to be careful. Tarrou has encountered this before, and it happened many times. It took a lot of time to get rid of it each time. And the guests who came before him also had this experience to some extent."

He added, "There is a lotus seat in the Danliu Pavilion. It is said that this is where Master Hongfa practiced Zen in the past. Practicing there can soothe the mind and remove impurities. Would you like to try it, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Chuan understood immediately. Was he afraid that his spirit would be polluted down there? Perhaps he came up without any regrets, which made them feel a little nervous.

He said: "Don't worry, old man."

As he spoke, he took out the jade pig dragon that Mr. Zhuan had given him. There was only a little bit of black on it, which was almost invisible without careful observation. This was because the second me had borne most of the infection.

Gan Bo looked at it and seemed to relax a little. He said, "It seems that I worried for nothing. Mr. Chen, try to keep this thing with you when you practice in the future."

Chen Chuan nodded and asked, "Where is the lotus seat that you just saw, old sir?" Since it was left by Master Hongfa and was suspected to have the function of removing impurities, he really wanted to take a look.

The old man said happily: "I will take you there, Mr. Chen."

He took Chen Chuan through the martial arts training ground. Before the sun rose, the young men here had already started training with Tarrou. Seeing two people coming, Tarrou waved to them from a distance.

Chen Chuan nodded in response. After walking around the martial arts training ground, he followed Gan Bo to the dilapidated buildings. One of them looked like it had been specially repaired. Under an arc-shaped stone wall, there was a jade lotus seat. It was obvious that it was very old and had many signs of peeling and damage.

The seat, however, was polished very smoothly.

Chen Chuan came closer and suddenly felt a weak spiritual power, which seemed very peaceful and warm.

He was a little surprised. How could Master Hongfa have lived for 700 to 800 years? After so long, could there still be traces of his spirit on it? Or was it someone else's spirit?
However, this is very similar to the comfort on this island, and it seems that there is a certain connection between the two.

He walked to the lotus seat and sat down on the cushion in front of it. After just a moment, he saw that the black color on the jade pig dragon had actually faded a little.

It seems to be useful.

When Gan Bo saw him sit down here and quickly get into the state, he suddenly felt much more relieved. He touched his gray beard and left.

In the next few days, Chen Chuan went to the rift to practice at night and came here to meditate during the day. Ten days passed in a flash, and his spiritual power had improved significantly.

And because his spiritual power is high enough, his improvement each time is far beyond the progress of ordinary people.

Gan Bo saw him sitting here every day during the day and practicing at night without a break. He could be said to be completely focused on his practice, and he admired him very much.

He said to Tarrou, "Legend has it that Master Hongfa sat in meditation for ten years and finally attained enlightenment. Mr. Chen is so young but has such great abilities and is so hardworking. No wonder Mr. Zhuan recommended him here." Tarrou nodded in approval. If it were someone else, seeing Chen Chuan like this, they would have gone back and practiced more on their own, full of pressure, but she didn't.

Because she practices fighting just because she likes it, she only works hard for herself and it has nothing to do with others, so she will not change herself because of others.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a crackling sound of gravel. Gan Bo looked at the sky, squinted his eyes and said, "It's going to be a strong wind."

Tarrou nodded. Every year in mid-July, there would be a strong sea breeze here. Fortunately, they had rich experience in dealing with it. The houses on the island had been reinforced long ago, and the guests would be persuaded to leave in advance.

On the other hand, after staying on the island for a few days pretending to be tourists, the members of the Turbulence Team had already figured out the situation on the island. After being persuaded to leave the island, they came back to report the situation to Captain Utiko.

"The fighter was on a large platform halfway up the mountain. She had rarely come down. We didn't want to alarm her, so we didn't go over to check. But we confirmed from the villagers that, apart from her, the strength of everyone else in the fighting gym was average.

It’s just that there are at least several thousand residents on the island, and their contact methods are not clear to us yet, so it’s not easy to control them all…”

Someone spoke up and said, "Kenwa refuses to cooperate with us. He has a lot of people under him. If we bring them up, we won't have to worry about this matter."

Someone else said disdainfully: "There's no need to pay attention to this lunatic. He thinks that he can ignore the captain just because he has received the power from above. He is just a clown. Besides, his strength is just like that. It's not something he has cultivated himself. How far can he go if he relies on others to give him the power?"

Utiko said in a deep voice: "That's right. Only the power you gain yourself truly belongs to you. It doesn't matter how many people there are on the island. When the time comes, we just need to control the main ferry ports and docks. When the storm comes, no one can cross the sea at will."

One of the team members suddenly said, "Captain, there are a lot more people hanging around recently, as if they are searching for something. It should be that other people have set their sights on this place, and there must be more than one. It seems that we have a lot of opponents."

Utiko said grimly, "Don't worry about it for now. Let's focus on our own plan. If they get in our way, we'll just kill them together."

Two days later, on the 15th day of July, strong winds blew on the sea. On the reef closest to Feiguang Island, the Turbulence Team, whose members had already put on diving suits, waited until nightfall, then jumped into the surging waves one by one and swam towards Feiguang Island.

Their elite team consists of six people, each of whom is a third-level fighter and is very good at cooperative sieges. Utico is also a person who has cultivated spiritual power, which is definitely not something that ordinary third-level fighters can resist, so they are very confident in this operation.

More than forty minutes later, the Turbulence Team arrived at Feiguang Island.

The team members who had been to the island before had already placed some of the equipment nearby. After they arrived, they took it out smoothly and put on the equipment.

Most of them were holding bows and crossbows and projectiles. Although guns were good, they made a lot of noise and were not as useful as directly throwing them at close range.

With their strength, they were able to massacre the entire village within ten minutes, but they had no intention of doing so. After all, they were prepared to stay here for a long time. If the rift was here, they would not be able to leave, and they would need someone to provide them with services and the necessities of life.

As long as the village leaders and the people in the fighting gym are eliminated, or these people are controlled, they can replace the original ecological niche of the fighting gym.

When everyone was ready, they immediately moved quickly up the mountain.

On the platform halfway up the mountain, in front of the lotus stone seat, Taru was kneeling there. After embarking on the path of spiritual practice, she used breathing exercises instead of sleep most nights and used the influence of the lotus seat to practice.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing an obvious disturbance.

She opened her eyes, stood up, picked up a long stick in her hand, and jumped backwards. Just as she left, several hastily shot crossbow arrows fell at her feet.

At the same time, the shadow of her stick rolled as she leaped sideways, blocking the remaining arrows and thrown objects. Several auras appeared around her, forming a larger encirclement and gathering to pressurize her.

Tarrou took a look but had no intention of competing with them. She swung her stick and ran out directly, because she was sure at a glance that these people were not something she could deal with alone.

Old Tarrou had told her that if she could beat the opponent, she should fight; if she couldn't, she should run away.

"Ok?"

Utico had thought of many possibilities and had expected this situation to happen, but you are the successor of the fighting gym after all. So many people regard you as their patron saint, and you just run away. Don't you even care about your dignity?

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(End of this chapter)