Bamboo Mound

Back at his residence, Ning Chang felt somewhat relieved that he hadn't swallowed the Spirit Gathering Pill completely the night before.

If he hadn't ruined most of the medicinal power of the Spirit Gathering Pill, his meridians would probably have ruptured at the time!

After calming himself down a bit, Ning Chang realized that he had nothing else to do. Looking at the sky, which was already past mid-afternoon, he gave up the idea of ​​wandering around the sect.

"Let's cultivate first, and then find an opportunity to go down the mountain when we reach the fifth level."

He returned to his bed, sat cross-legged, took out the medicine bottle with one Spirit Gathering Pill left, swallowed it in one gulp, and immediately began to circulate the Azure Cloud Technique.

When Ning Chang took the Gathering Spirit Pill for the second time, he only felt a slight throbbing pain, which disappeared after he circulated his internal energy slightly.

So, without waiting to finish refining the spiritual energy contained in the medicine, he took out the spirit stone he had used that morning and began to absorb it.

After a long while, the effects of the medicine wore off, and Ning Chang slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Feeling the spiritual energy surging within his dantian, he was filled with confidence for the future!

He is now at the third level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, and he has a feeling that he will be able to break through to the fourth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm in just a little while.

He looked at the spirit stone in his hand, which had shrunk to about one-sixth of its original size, and after thinking for a moment, looked out the window again.

Before he knew it, the night had deepened. Ning Chang, unable to discern when it was, decided to postpone his cultivation until tomorrow.

He doesn't have the habit of staying up late. At this stage where we can't ignore biological rhythms, it's best to stay up late less often, as it can affect the brain.

The main reason, of course, is that Ning Chang believes that since the differences between each minor realm in the Spirit Gathering Realm are not significant, advancing sooner or later will not have any impact.

After a quick wash, Ning Chang lay down on the bed. Although she wasn't sleepy after finishing her cultivation, she could easily fall asleep once she cleared her mind.

"You can't have nightmares for three days in a row, can you?"

.......

Ning Chang woke up again to the sound of rain. He didn't dream tonight and slept soundly.

After washing up, Ning Chang sat inside the house brewing tea.

The device for boiling water is a stone kettle that can be heated by spiritual energy. Ning Chang had studied it before, but gave up without any results.

Looking around, Ning Chang felt a bit stuffy inside, listening to the pouring rain outside...

Suddenly, Ning Chang remembered a stone pavilion in the courtyard and immediately decided to go and sit in it.

He picked up the stone pot, put the pills and spirit stones into his spatial bag, picked up a flower umbrella in the corner, and hurriedly moved into the pavilion.

Ning Chang shook the parasol a few times, closed it, and leaned it against the pavilion pillar. She placed the teapot on the stone table in the pavilion to continue brewing tea, while Ning Chang observed the scenery in the courtyard.

The bamboo in the courtyard has grown to the height of two people, and its tender green leaves are unfurled, swaying incessantly in the rain.

The bamboo shoots have already begun to emerge from the soil, their sheaths reflecting a faint light in the misty rain.

The fresh air, carrying the earthy fragrance, filled the pavilion, though not overpowering, but rather permeating in wisps...

The gurgling sound of water boiling in the kettle, accompanied by the sound of rain that blocked out the noise of the outside world, made Ning Chang feel very comfortable.

He leaned against a pillar, gazing at the dripping eaves of the pavilion, his thoughts gradually drifting away...

In a daze, he seemed to return to that afternoon in his senior year of high school.

.......

The sky was overcast and it was raining heavily outside. Ning Chang sat on the porch outside the back door, looking at the eaves.

His eyes were blurry, as if he wasn't thinking about anything, and the fine particles mixed in with the torrential rain entered his vision.

Unlike the raindrops that relentlessly pelt the ground, these raindrops do not join the cascading rain, but instead merge together into a puddle.

Instead, it floats and undulates in the air, nimbly avoiding its stubborn companions, afraid of being swept away by them and merged into the earth, losing itself.

They are finer and smaller than raindrops, and more like dust than dust particles.

Sometimes, they would drift unintentionally under the eaves, lose interest as they rose and fell, and then return to the rain to play with their companions again.

At this moment, Ning Chang said to the classmate sitting next to him who was also watching the rain:

"Look, some tiny water droplets are floating in the air, going up and down."

Following Ning Chang's gaze, the classmates paused for a moment, seemingly unsure if they had noticed, and then said in unison:

"Wow, look at me, the King of Cool! Everyone, look! The King of Cool can see water molecules!"

Once again, laughter filled the classroom. Ning Chang had long been used to how they addressed her over the past three years.

Thanks to them, the entire grade might not know who Ning Chang was, but they had all basically heard of "King of Pretending".

Ning Chang chuckled a few times, still watching the drifting particles under the eaves.

.......

As vision blurred, the particles under the eaves gradually overlapped with the particles under the stone pavilion.

The sound of the kettle boiling brought Ning Chang back to her memories.

"Small water droplets...water molecules..." Ning Chang murmured. A year has passed, and he still doesn't know how his classmates are doing now.

"It's just that we'll never see each other again. We met by chance, our fate began and ended, why hold on to so much!"

Ning Chang shook his head, stopped using the stone teapot, picked up the teapot on the table, and rinsed his mouth with rainwater.

Ning Chang didn't know any tea ceremony, so there was no need to be particular about brewing, pouring, or drinking tea. He simply pinched in a few tea leaves and poured in boiling water.

Setting the teapot aside to wait for the tea, Ning Chang's gaze was once again drawn to the fine particles under the eaves of the pavilion.

"Rain is water that gathers into droplets. If these water droplets are in this form from the beginning, they will not have enough mass to fall from the clouds."

If it forms in mid-air, what causes the water droplet to break into water particles?

If they fell onto the roof and broke apart, how could so many of them have coincidentally bounced out, with each drop positioned and directed in a different direction?

Ning was deep in thought when suddenly he stood up and stood in front of the rain.

He raised a hand and brought it close to the drifting particles under the eaves, sensing them carefully.

Aside from the airflow that Ning Chang created at the beginning, which pushed away the water droplets, water droplets continued to float and sink around Ning Chang's hand after he had been still for a while.

They do not avoid stationary objects; they drift in the rain because of the airflow created by the falling raindrops.

Some water droplets touched Ning Chang's palm, bringing a coolness that was almost imperceptible.

Ning focused her consciousness on the skin that came into contact with the water droplets.

"Huh? Spiritual energy?!" Ning Chang exclaimed in surprise.

He discovered that these water droplets contained some spiritual particles, which were automatically absorbed into his body after touching his skin!

"Did it capture some particles of spiritual energy while floating in the air...?"

"That makes things much easier!"

Ning Chang suddenly thought of a solution!

"Since spiritual energy can be controlled to move, and spiritual energy particles have adhesive properties, then controlling the spiritual energy in water particles might be able to make them still, which would make them easier to observe."

Without further ado, Ning Chang concentrated his mind, captured a microparticle of spiritual energy within a water droplet, and used his consciousness to fix it in place before observing the water droplet enveloping it.