Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

The night in the capital is like thick ink, weighing heavily on every corner of the city. Only a few dim street lights shiver in the cold wind, barely dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Fu Ming walked hurriedly along the campus path, with his simply packed bag beside him, and every step he took was decisive.

After the horrific dormitory crisis, Fu Ming asked the school to vacate his dorm that very evening. Could he speak about his school life? Cui Jinshan's actions were known to everyone in the school. However, who dared to offend the Revolutionary Committee these days? No one dared to speak out.

They received Fu Ming's request to check out, but no one asked why. Was there any need to explain? If he didn't check out, he'd stay and frame someone else again!

It's a frame-up.

Now, everyone knows very well that Cui Jinshan wants to frame Fu Ming this time.

However, Fu Mingfu was lucky enough to escape the disaster.

That very evening, many professors who had dormitories on campus sent in requests to vacate their rooms. Word of this spread incredibly quickly. Everyone was terrified, fearing they would be the next person to be framed. It was just a quick trip at noon; it was better than being labeled a spy or a rightist.

The people in the Life Affairs Department were all so busy that they couldn't even get their feet wet. They didn't dare say anything. They didn't dare make a big deal about this. Everyone in the school knew that if they encountered matters related to the Revolutionary Committee, they should avoid them if possible. Otherwise, no one knew if the fire would burn them.

At home, Fu's mother was already waiting at the door, the dim light illuminating her worried face.

"Son, you're finally back."

Mother Fu's voice trembled slightly as she took a few steps forward and took the luggage from Fu Ming's hand.

Fu Ming looked at his mother, and seeing her slightly trembling body, his heart softened. He hurried forward and whispered to her, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, so ...

"Mom, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

Inside the house, the stove emits a faint heat, which adds a bit of warmth to the home-coming atmosphere.

Fu Ming sat on the edge of the bed, thinking back to what happened today, and thought to himself: If it weren't for Zhou Tian's foresight, I would probably be in prison now, a victim of a false charge.

If so, mother,...

Thinking of this, Fu Ming suddenly sat up and didn't dare to think further.

At the same time, in a corner of the machinery factory’s family compound, Lantian’s residence was quiet.

Outside the window, the cold wind whistled through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Lantian sat cross-legged on the cushion in the room, his eyes closed, and the aura around him flowed slowly as if it had substance.

Ever since she helped Fu Ming resolve the risk of being framed, she has been staying at home, devoting herself to cultivation.

The house was not big and was decorated very simply, with only a table, a bed, a few shabby cabinets, and a photo of the original owner and his family hanging on the wall.

Lantian knew very well that conventional means would not be effective when facing a spy like Cang Yong who was extremely cunning and held a high position, and he had to find another way.

The night fell like a huge piece of black silk, tightly covering the capital. In the silence, only the occasional barking of dogs could be heard from the machinery factory's family compound.

Lantian gently closed the door of her room, leaned against the door, closed her eyes slightly, adjusted her breathing, and when her mind was completely calm, she moved her mind, and in an instant, her figure disappeared from the spot and entered the space that belonged to her.

As soon as he stepped into the space, a rich and fresh spiritual energy hit him in the face. Lantian felt refreshed. All the pores in his body were cheering and greedily absorbing this pure spiritual energy.

The space is filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland. There is soft grass under your feet, emitting a faint fluorescence. Stepping on it feels like stepping on clouds, soft and comfortable.

Not far away, a spiritual spring was gurgling. The water was so clear that you could see the bottom. In the dim light, it was sparkling with colorful light. The original small spring had expanded into a hot spring.

Lantian took a deep breath and headed straight for the spiritual spring. She had noticed that the scope of her space seemed to be slowly expanding. When she was in Liujia Village, she had rarely entered the space due to the pursuit of Cang Zhi. After returning to the capital, she lived with her parents, so her visits were few and far between. Unexpectedly, after not entering for so long, she found the space had expanded considerably when she entered today.

She came to the spring, slowly squatted down, stretched out her hand and gently touched the lively spring water. As soon as her fingertips touched it, she felt a warm and powerful force flowing into her body along her arm, making her tremble all over.

This spiritual spring indeed contained endless mysteries and energy. In a world without much spiritual energy, it was an excellent aid in her cultivation.

"Host, now, your space is a growing space. I wonder what the Zhoutian Jade Pendant is? It can actually catalyze a space's advancement. Hahaha, this time, the host really made a fortune. However, this space's advancement is too slow. Before today, there seemed to be no movement. I didn't even notice it."

Lantian nodded calmly.

It’s just a space for growth, so what?

She is still not sure whether the jade pendant that has merged with the space will be recovered by the heaven of this world after this world takes over?

Thinking of recycling, the arrogant Ergou also fell silent.

This news is really, oh no, depressing.

At this moment, Lantian no longer hesitated, quickly took off his clothes, and stepped lightly into the spiritual spring.

The spring water just covered her chest, and the warm touch was like a mother's embrace, surrounding her tightly.

She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and concentrated, and began to guide the energy in her body, slowly circulating it according to the cultivation method she remembered from her previous life.

As her practice deepened, the spiritual energy in the spiritual spring seemed to be summoned and rushed towards Lantian frantically, forming tiny vortices around her body.

A faint fluorescent light appeared on the surface of her skin, reflecting the light of the spiritual spring, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dazzling light.

Lantian was immersed in this mysterious state, forgetting all the troubles in the outside world. Time seemed to have lost its meaning here.

With every breath, she could feel the impurities in her body being gradually expelled. Her meridians, nourished by the spiritual energy, grew stronger and wider, and her true energy surged through her body like a surging river. With the help of the spiritual spring, the bottlenecks in her cultivation that had once been difficult to understand were now as easy as paper, and she broke through them layer by layer.

I don’t know how long it took, but the aura around Lantian suddenly changed, and a powerful and restrained force spread out with her as the center, and the clouds and mist in the space were shaken by this force and scattered.

She successfully established her foundation!

At this moment, her internal Qi was vigorous, and every move she made contained a powerful force. Even in the world of immortal cultivation where there were so many masters, such strength was considered top-notch, not to mention in this ordinary world where spiritual power was scarce.

Lantian slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

She knew very well that after this training, her strength had made a qualitative leap, and she was one step closer to completely eradicating Cang Yong and his gang.

She stood up, stepped out of the spiritual spring, put on her clothes, and with another thought, her figure disappeared from the space and reappeared in the room. At this time, the sky outside the window was already slightly white, and a new day was about to come.

Lantian looked at the sky as it was getting brighter and prepared to go find Cangyong again tonight.

Just then, her stomach growled.

hungry.

So hungry.

She was so hungry that she could eat two big cows!

Lantian thought that it would be better to get something to eat first and fill his stomach.

Sure enough, after practicing, people become particularly prone to hunger.

Others practice fasting, but for her, it doesn’t exist!

The more she practices, the hungrier she gets.

Lantian rubbed his rumbling stomach and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although this practice has achieved remarkable results, the amount of physical energy it consumes is also truly astonishing.

At this moment, she was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back, and her mind was full of images of delicious food.

The sky outside the window was slightly white, and the morning light shone through the thin clouds, casting a few rays of light, adding a bit of warmth to the cold room.

At this time, it is impossible to assassinate Cang Yong.

Anyway, it was scheduled for tonight, Lantian decided that she would have a good rest during the day.

She tiptoed towards the kitchen, afraid to wake up her parents who were still sleeping.

The kitchen is not big, and the walls are a little yellowed due to age. There are a few simple cooking utensils on the stove, but it is wiped clean.

Lantian opened the rice jar, scooped out some brown rice, picked up a few potatoes and a radish from the basket in the corner, and prepared to make a pot of thick vegetable porridge and bake a few fragrant pancakes.

Some preserved food, fresh vegetables, mushrooms, etc. were taken out from the space.

She lit the fire skillfully, and the flames jumped up, illuminating her focused face.

The water in the pot quickly boiled. Lantian poured the washed rice into the pot, stirred it gently with a spoon, and then put the chopped potatoes and diced radishes in one by one. Lantian even added some Chinese herbs such as astragalus and salvia miltiorrhiza to replenish qi and cooked a pot of medicinal porridge.

After a while, an enticing aroma filled the kitchen.

While the porridge was cooking, she started kneading the dough. The dough rolled and kneaded in her hands, and soon became smooth and tough.

She divided the dough into several small pieces, rolled them into thin pancakes, and put them into a hot frying pan. With the sound of "sizzling", the pancakes gradually began to bulge with golden bubbles and the aroma became more and more intense.

"What's that smell? It smells so good."

The voice of his father Zhou Mingguo came from the room, hoarse from just waking up.

Lantian smiled and replied:

"Dad, I'm making breakfast. You and Mom should get up and eat."

After a while, Zhou Mingguo and Wan Wan finished washing up and walked into the kitchen.

Wan Wan looked at her busy daughter, her eyes full of heartache:

"Tiantian, it's so early in the morning, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Lantian turned around and smiled brightly:

"Mom, I'm not sleepy, and I'm in a good mood today. I want to make you a delicious meal."

A family of three sat around a simple dining table, which was filled with steaming food.

The porridge was fragrant, the pancakes were golden and crispy, and it was served with a few plates of homemade pickles.

Lantian filled his parents' bowls with porridge and handed them a large pancake, saying, "Mom and Dad, try it and see if it suits your taste."

Zhou Mingguo took the bowl, drank a mouthful of porridge, and praised with satisfaction:

"It's delicious. This porridge is cooked authentically. My daughter is a real master of cooking!"

Wan Wan also nodded in agreement, with a smile in her eyes:

"Yeah, I haven't eaten so comfortably in a long time."

Lantian felt warm in his heart as he watched his parents enjoying their meal.

These days, in order to deal with the crisis brought by Cang Yong, she has been on edge because of the gap in their identities and her weak fighting skills.

Now, at this warm breakfast time, I can finally relax a little.

The family ate and chatted, their laughter echoing in the house, dispelling the early morning chill.

After dinner, Zhou Mingguo helped Lantian clean up the dishes, while Wan Wan sat aside, watching the busy figures of the father and daughter, feeling filled with emotion.

She knew that her daughter had grown up and had her own ideas and responsibilities.

But looking at her increasingly thin face, I couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Tiantian,"

Wan Wan said,

"Have you been worried lately? If you encounter any difficulties, don't handle it alone. Talk to your parents."

Lantian wiped his hands, walked over to sit next to his mother, and held her hand:

"Mom, I know, don't worry, I just want to help out at home so you and Dad can live better."

Zhou Mingguo also came over and patted Lantian on the shoulder:

"Daughter, we support you in everything you do, but don't tire yourself out."

Lantian felt warm in his heart, and his eyes turned slightly red:

"Mom and Dad, it's great to have you."

After chatting for a while, Lantian got up and went back to his room.

Nowadays, the three members of the Zhou family rarely go out.

The old couple knew their daughter didn't know what to do, and since there was always enough food at home, they didn't ask any questions. She would eat and use whatever her daughter gave her.

Lantian would also find Aunt Wang next door every now and then and ask her to help bring back some rice, flour, oil and grain to cover up his tracks.

Today, as usual, after dinner, the three of them went back to their respective rooms.

Although Zhou Mingguo and Wan Wan have fully recovered, they are still full of worries and are even more cautious than when they were ill before.

They were deeply afraid that if they took even a step out of the house, they would bring unexpected trouble to their beloved daughter.

So, no matter how much they wanted to go out and breathe fresh air and feel the warmth of the sun, they decided to stay at home and endure for two whole months.

Wan Wan would sit quietly in the room every day, concentrating on the needlework in her hands.

She embroidered exquisite flower patterns stitch by stitch, or cut cloth and carefully made beautiful clothes.

Zhou Mingguo, on the other hand, was practicing brush calligraphy in the room calmly.

He was so focused on writing that the only thing left in the world was the piece of rice paper and the scent of ink.

It is worth mentioning that Zhou Mingguo and Wan Wan are both calm people. Even though they are trapped at home for a long time, they do not feel bored.

On the contrary, this quiet life allows them to calm their minds and enjoy a moment of peace and leisure.

At the same time, Lantian was not so leisurely.

She knew that she had a heavy responsibility on her shoulders, so she practiced hard every day, just to be able to break through to the foundation-building stage as soon as possible and start the next action plan.

As the saying goes, "One ounce of force defeats ten ounces of wisdom." In the face of overwhelming strength, even the brightest and most resourceful minds are unlikely to perform effectively.

Therefore, Lantian did not dare to relax for a moment and raced against time to improve his cultivation.

Because she knew in her heart that the life-and-death duel between her and Cang Yong tonight would be extremely crucial and would not allow for any carelessness.

To do this, she must go all out, conserve her energy, and make the most thorough and detailed preparations to ensure that she can defeat the powerful enemy and protect everything she cherishes.