Heaven's Silence

Chapter 53 – The Mystery of Ageless Spring

Wen Chaoshen described to A Shui a country where the authorities would arrest people while riding in carriages and accompanied by musicians. A Shui listened intently, but when he finished, she looked at Wen Chaoshen with the eyes of someone interrogating a criminal:

"Wait a minute, I remember you said you forgot everything from before, only remembering the past three years outside Kuhai County..."

Bang!

Before she could finish, Wen Chaoshen's eyes suddenly rolled back, and he fell asleep with a snore, his eyes not fully closed.

But the next moment, A Shui yanked him up from the bed.

"Sleeping so early, how's your practice with the Ageless Spring going?"

Wen Chaoshen reluctantly opened one eye and replied:

"I've practiced for a few days but haven't felt any 'innate energy.'"

A Shui frowned slightly:

"Not even a bit?"

"Do you remember the method? Is your tongue touching the roof of your mouth, and do you feel any blockage in your meridians during breathing exercises?"

Wen Chaoshen shook his head:

"No."

"Everything was done according to your instructions... Although I haven't sensed any innate energy, my body has indeed changed noticeably."

A Shui blinked, curious about the changes in Wen Chaoshen, knowing that the Ageless Spring technique varied from person to person.

"What changed?"

Wen Chaoshen:

"My appetite improved."

The two exchanged glances for a while before A Shui reluctantly let go, sighing:

"Practicing with the manual for so many days and still unable to sense the energy, Wen Chaoshen, you're truly the most... ordinary person I've ever met."

Wen Chaoshen scratched his head, sensing no malice in A Shui's words, only regret for his mediocre aptitude.

If she didn't genuinely care, A Shui wouldn't have shown such a tone of disappointment.

But regarding his talent and situation, Wen Chaoshen felt no discouragement or laziness. Fate had given him this one-in-a-billion chance to live again, and no matter the hardships, he wouldn't easily give up. He wanted to live this rare life as brilliantly as possible.

He had endured enough suffering and hardship; a little more wouldn't matter.

So, Wen Chaoshen smiled at A Shui with a relaxed tone:

"Perhaps your talent is just too exceptional. The other day, I consulted Mr. Lü about cultivation, and he told me that the human body has seven hundred and twenty acupoints, representing a cultivator's potential. Few martial artists in the world can unlock more than six hundred acupoints. A Shui, with your profound martial arts skills at such a young age, you must have unlocked many acupoints, right?"

A Shui glanced at him, initially worried that her words might have discouraged him, but seeing Wen Chaoshen's demeanor, she realized she was overthinking it. She shook her head and leaned against the bed.

"I thought your life was already tenacious enough, but now it seems your will is even stronger than your life. With such determination, if placed in a body with some talent, your future achievements would be limitless."

She sighed, feeling that telling Wen Chaoshen about cultivation might not be very meaningful, but she continued:

"I've unlocked seven hundred and seventeen acupoints. Except for three on my right knee, all others are connected."

A Shui's words froze the smile on Wen Chaoshen's face. Sitting on the bed, he looked down at the woman by the fire, his gaze strange and intimidating.

"How many did you unlock?"

"Seven hundred and seventeen."

"Are you human?"

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A Shui tossed a stick into the fire, saying calmly:

"You asked."

Wen Chaoshen stared at her for a long time, finally exhaling a long breath, collapsing onto the bed as if all strength left him. He turned away, covering his head with the quilt, and mumbled:

"I'm going to sleep."

The dim firelight cast a deathly silence over the room.

After a while, Wen Chaoshen thought of something and turned to ask A Shui:

"...By the way, A Shui, you said I couldn't sense the energy even with the manual. So when you practiced, you didn't have a manual?"

A Shui gave a soft "mm."

"The manual was something I summarized after achieving some success in practice, outlining the operation of energy to save you from many wrong paths."

"If you can't learn with the manual, I don't know what else to do..."

Her words carried a rare hint of uncertainty, as she had never taught a student before and had no experience in guiding cultivation.

Hearing this, Wen Chaoshen sat up excitedly:

"Maybe that's the problem!"

"You mentioned before that the Ageless Spring technique varies from person to person. Is it possible that what you call 'wrong paths' might be the right path for someone else?"

A Shui was taken aback by his words. Initially, she thought Wen Chaoshen's idea was far-fetched, but after careful consideration, she wasn't so sure.

The Beihai Daoist, renowned over two hundred years ago, was born in the Yan Kingdom and traveled through Chen, Qi, and Zhao. He visited countless renowned scholars, mastering cultivation, medicine, and divination, reaching the pinnacle of these arts. Among the world's scholars, few could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Whale Dive, False Speech, and Ageless Spring were three mystical techniques he comprehended at the stone stele a hundred years ago, treasures recorded and passed down through the ages. Even she hadn't fully grasped the mysteries of Ageless Spring.

"Then... I'll tell you the original cultivation method of Ageless Spring."

A Shui stood up, instructing Wen Chaoshen to sit cross-legged on the bed, hands on his knees, eyes closed, and mind focused. She began to recount the original method of Ageless Spring.

It wasn't even a method.

As A Shui calmly narrated, Wen Chaoshen's consciousness drifted far away, seemingly passing through the swirling snow outside to a starry sky as deep as the ocean.

He had never experienced such a profound sensation.

His consciousness left his body, sometimes like water, sometimes like wind, drifting freely, moving with his thoughts.

This transparent, boundless feeling of being able to roam the heavens was so captivating that Wen Chaoshen couldn't get enough. The next day, after buying breakfast and chatting with A Shui, he excitedly claimed he had finally found the right path, that his physique was different from ordinary people, but his comprehension was extraordinary. If he continued like this, he might shine brightly in the future.

A Shui listened silently, eating her steamed bun and soy milk.

When Wen Chaoshen's enthusiasm waned, he noticed A Shui's silence and awkwardly asked:

"Hey, A Shui, was my state last night called... meditation?"

A Shui pursed her lips, seeing the flush of excitement on Wen Chaoshen's face. After a moment of hesitation, she couldn't bear to deceive him and exhaled a breath of white mist:

"No, you were just asleep."

After a pause, she added:

"Asleep like a pig."