Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

Under that immense, overwhelming pressure, Jun Luochuan knew perfectly well that if he wanted to find even the faintest chance of victory in this seemingly hopeless, abyss-like battle, he had to study Xiao Yifeng deeply and meticulously, like a treasure hunter searching for a hidden path in a dense forest, pinpointing his weaknesses with unerring accuracy. Therefore, he resolutely decided to use this fleeting and precious time to devote himself wholeheartedly and single-mindedly to studying his opponent.

Jun Luochuan returned with heavy yet firm steps to his cultivation room, which was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. The walls were covered with a dazzling array of cultivation manuals and battle insights brimming with the wisdom and effort of his predecessors. He sat steadily at the ancient table, his eyes focused and resolute, as if they had transformed into two sharp swords capable of piercing through all fog, determined to dissect Xiao Yifeng's every subtle movement and every powerful spell on the field like a precise machine, and to deeply understand the secrets hidden within.

"Xiao Yifeng, where exactly is your weakness hidden? Like a treasure buried deep underground, I will definitely dig it out!" Jun Luochuan murmured to himself, his voice deep and powerful, as if a vow uttered from the depths of his soul. The pen in his hand flew across the pristine white paper like a nimble snake, recording his meticulous analysis of Xiao Yifeng's fighting style. The rustling sound of the pen tip against the paper was like the whisper of leaves in the night wind.

He opened the sect's archives, which were like a treasure trove of knowledge. Before him were scenes of Xiao Yifeng's past battles, vivid words and images, playing out like a series of gripping films in his mind.

"This guy, when facing a power-type opponent, seems to focus more on defense, like a solid castle, wrapping himself up tightly..." Jun Luochuan muttered to himself as he watched intently, his pen constantly making dense markings, each mark like a battle flag, guiding his direction.

At this moment, Su Yao, like a light butterfly, quietly entered. Seeing Jun Luochuan so focused and engrossed in his work, she couldn't help but whisper, "Jun Luochuan, don't work too hard. You're already an unparalleled hero in my heart." Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Jun Luochuan didn't even look up, like a focused statue, and firmly replied, "No, I'm far from good enough. If I can't find his weakness, I'll be like a ship that has lost its way in this battle, with no chance of winning whatsoever."

Su Yao shook her head helplessly, her movement like a flower swaying in the wind, carrying a hint of heartache and resignation. She sat quietly to his side, like a guardian angel, silently accompanying him.

Jun Luochuan continued to immerse himself in in-depth research on Xiao Yifeng. He meticulously compared each battle, dissecting it like peeling back layers, trying to find the hidden patterns in the complex clues.

"Could it be here?" A look of surprise suddenly flashed in Jun Luochuan's eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the darkness. He noticed that after Xiao Yifeng used powerful spells consecutively, there would be a brief, fleeting interval between uses to recover his mana.

"This may be the key to my breakthrough from darkness and the dawn." A spark of hope ignited in Jun Luochuan's heart, instantly illuminating his weary soul.

However, he did not relax or slack off in the slightest. Instead, like a tireless scholar, he continued to delve into the research, afraid of missing any crucial detail, even if it was as small as a speck of dust, that could affect the final outcome of the battle.

Time slipped by silently, and Jun Luochuan's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins like spider webs, but he remained sitting there as steadily as a statue, refusing to pause for even a moment...

End of this chapter