Memories from a few days ago surged.
Chen Lusi sat on the bed with his eyes closed, inexplicably hearing the sound of rain.
The faint sound of rain grew louder over time, eventually creating the illusion of raindrops hitting his face.
Chen Lusi's eyelid twitched, but he didn't open his eyes. This kind of illusion had been mentioned in the materials.
He was mentally prepared for it.
According to Xia Panqiu, this is one of the necessary stages to awaken authority and the ability to perceive spirits by tapping into the memories being hosted.
It is normal for the process to be accompanied by certain anomalies.
As for the specific principle behind it...
It's probably because it's quite idealistic.
Xia Panqiu didn't elaborate much.
In any case.
With mental preparation.
Chen Lusi wasn't overly flustered.
However... it was indeed somewhat exaggerated.
Clearly in the room,
but the sound of rain lingered around his ears, accompanied by the continuous illusion of raindrops falling on him… at a certain moment, Chen Lusi even felt as if his clothes and hair were soaking wet.
But when he reached out to touch, his clothes were dry.
It was very strange.
Fortunately, this situation didn't last long.
Just as Chen Lusi was reaching his breaking point.
The dense sound of rain suddenly stopped.
As if everything had been paused.
Then.
The tactile sensation returned to his previous perception.
The feeling of being soaked faded away.
It was like clearing away the mist.
Suddenly, in front of what was once nothing, there appeared specks of blue light.
Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly 'see' the dense light dots around him like dust.
The feeling grew stranger.
Chen Lusi turned his head in a circle, then slowly opened his eyes.
The hotel room came into view, but the blue light dots, like dust particles, did not disappear; instead, they filled every corner of his field of vision like particles in the air.
"Does this count as success?"
Chen Lusi reached out, stirring the floating blue light dots in front of him.
Although he used a question.
He knew it was a success.
Because he could feel a subtle, air-like energy within himself; though not obvious, it was completely undetectable without careful observation.
At the same time.
Miraculously, through this meditation, Chen Lusi also understood his 'authority'.
He tried to trace the origin of this understanding.
But it was just like 'using chopsticks'—totally unable to find the origin, he couldn't remember exactly how he learned this skill.
Anyway, when he needed to use this skill, he already knew how.
Completely can't find the origin.
Only 'authority' is more exaggerated than using chopsticks because he clearly learned to use chopsticks as a child—it's just that the memory was too long ago, and he forgot.
But a few minutes ago, he only had a concept of 'authority,' and now he fully understood its operating principle.
He even knew its name.
It was really too exaggerated.
"Slashing…"
Chen Lusi raised his right arm to his eyes.
Under his gaze.
The blue light dots, like dust in the air, began to continuously pour into his right arm.
His five fingers began to transform, intertwining and extending forward.
Ultimately, they twisted into a thin, sharp blade.
Yes.
His authority was not merely turning his arm into a knife but using external spirits to twist and transform the original flesh and bones into a blade.
This wasn't limited to his arm; all limbs could be done this way.
And according to Chen Lusi's understanding, the effect of this authority was straightforward and brutal — to 'cut,' to cut everything.
"A bit disgusting…"
Chen Lusi looked at the short sword growing from his wrist, and although he understood the principle.
He still felt uncomfortable.
Anyone who saw this would probably have the same thought — bizarre.
He waved his hand, dispersing the spirits maintaining the blade form, allowing his palm to return to its original state.
Fortunately.
The process, while strange, was not painful.
And most importantly, using this 'authority' doesn't necessarily require transforming one's flesh and bones... actually, it can also form a handleable blade using blood, though the effect is weaker, and it's not as convenient as an arm.
But Chen Lusi found this far more acceptable than turning his limbs into blades.
He even suspected that the ease of not transforming an arm into a blade was something instilled in him by that little girl.
Nuts.
While gripping a blade, you can show off some blade tricks, but can you when your arm becomes a blade? Your arm could just break...
After fiddling a bit with the inexplicably understood authority.
Chen Lusi shook his head and turned his attention back to the blue light floating around him.
He raised his hand again.
The surrounding light was drawn, beginning to gather into his palm.
Until all the light dots in the room disappeared.
A myriad of brilliance converged into one point.
Chen Lusi looked at the small light ball composed of dense light dots in his palm, showing an expression of interest.
This was a benefit brought by the slashing authority... it should be considered a benefit.
Because transforming flesh required external spirits, he gained the ability to gather these external spirits.
According to Xia Panqiu's materials, these spirits could only be absorbed through breathing exercises. He gathered them together and swallowed, which probably counted as cheating.
With his index finger and thumb, he gently pinched.
The light ball composed of light dots was compressed, becoming marble-sized.
Chen Lusi looked at the light ball between his fingers, hesitated a moment, then opened his mouth and swallowed it.
In an instant.
The sensation of energy within his body became incredibly intense.
Slightly uncomfortable, somewhat like being overstuffed.
Aside from that, there weren't more discomforts.
This is the adaptation period.
"That should be enough."
Chen Lusi felt the energy within him, solemnly raised his left hand, and clenched his fist.
Then, in a rather edgy manner, he made a 'use Flame Fist on him' gesture toward the air.
Within Chen Lusi, the spirits with no place to go seemed to find a destination with his motion, instantly seeping into his flesh, flowing with the surging blood, through the dense capillaries, finally reaching his hand.
At the same time.
In the hotel room.
Under Chen Lusi's gaze.
His clenched left hand suddenly became covered with dancing blue flames.
Initially, it was just a corner of the hand.
But it soon spread to the entire fist.
Ultimately, the blue flames surrounded his entire fist.
"Ha."
Chen Lusi watched the blue flames swaying with the air conditioner breeze on his fist, smiling happily.
But the joy lasted only a few seconds.
Quickly, the fuel was depleted.
The spirits Chen Lusi had just swallowed clearly couldn't support the 'Flame Fist' state for long.
And as the sensation of energy within him vanished, the flames on his fist began to gradually dissipate, soon disappearing without a trace.
This is one characteristic of spirits; their essence can be changed at will.
Very intriguing.
But only to this extent.
Chen Lusi released his fist, fell back, and laid on the bed again, looked at the ceiling, and smiled once more.
This is fun to play with, but surely mad to use in a fight.
Anyone who's fought knows that regardless of how many times you imagine it beforehand, the result usually turns into an awkward scuffle.
Because your eyes can't keep up with your hands, reaction can't keep up with action.
Many can't even overcome the instinct to close their eyes before shooting, let alone dodge incoming punches.
So what if your arm can turn into a blade, or if your fist can ignite?
Even then, Chen Lusi didn't think he could beat Xia Panqiu.
She could calmly dodge blades that were right in front of her.
Chen Lusi didn't think he could do that.
Faced with such speed in slashing, all he could do was stand and take the hit.
Forget about counterattacking.
This is also the source of his confusion about the usefulness of this.
Because even if Xia Panqiu provided a training plan, it's impossible for him to train targeted like her.
Eyes can't keep up, reactions can't keep up.
What's the use of it?