59: Chapter 59 Divine Sense

Chapter 59: Divine Sense (Please subscribe for the first time!)

The next morning, the hospital.

Li Wen stayed up all night by his father's bedside.

The attending physician made his rounds, speaking to a haggard Li Wen and Wang Juan with a gentle smile:

“Last night, an emergency payment was made at the special care ward's payment window. All examination and treatment fees for Mr. Li Hong have been settled.

The Dean and our expert team also held an emergency consultation overnight and devised a better treatment plan. Rest assured, we will do everything in our power.”

Li Wen froze! Paid off? Fifty thousand? Who paid it?

He suddenly looked at his mother, but Wang Juan was also blank and shocked: “N-no, it wasn’t me. How could I possibly have the money—”

“Then who was it?” Li Wen's mind was a mess. Among the people he knew who had the ability and willingness to help him, could it be the Flying Star Class?

Could it be the school?

Right, yesterday he seemed to see a familiar back, very much like Teacher Fang. Could it have been him?

He wanted to rush to the school immediately to ask Teacher Fang.

However, when Li Wen, full of doubts, arrived at the school and found Fang Chengwu during a break in training, Fang Chengwu was standing in the corridor of Hongyi Building, seemingly looking at the scenery.

“Teacher Fang! The hospital medical fees—” Li Wen began eagerly.

Fang Chengwu turned around, his face still wearing that gentle yet inscrutable smile. He raised his hand and lightly patted Li Wen’s shoulder, interrupting his question:

“Li Wen, I know about your father’s situation. It was very sudden, and the pressure is immense.”

Li Wen stared into Fang Chengwu’s eyes, trying to find the answer there.

Fang Chengwu looked at him peacefully: “Life inevitably has low points. When facing adversity, the brave are those who can rise up. Thinking too much about other things now is useless.”

He paused, his gaze sharpening, his voice low yet imbued with strength:

“I know you urgently need strength right now, urgently need to prove yourself. There are less than three weeks until the Provincial First Mock Exam. This is the first formal stage at the provincial level to test seedlings like you.

Observers from the major top martial arts schools, and even people from The Four Great Factions, might be paying attention.”

“Show your strongest ability, and in the Provincial First Mock Exam, achieve a ranking that shakes the entire province.”

Fang Chengwu’s gaze was scorching, as if it could ignite the flame in Li Wen’s heart.

“If your ranking can break into the provincial forefront, it’s not impossible for scouts from top famous schools, or even The Four Great Factions, to approach you proactively. Even a lowest-tier D-Rank contract provides subsidies of over a million a year.

That is the proper way to solve problems, and it will also allow your father to recuperate with greater peace of mind. Do you understand?”

Li Wen trembled all over; he understood what Fang Chengwu meant.

Regardless of who paid the money, this favor was not something to press right now.

Instead of relying on the vague ‘possibility’ of an early contract, it was better to seize the more realistic opportunity before him—the Provincial First Mock Exam—which could better demonstrate his value.

He needed to transform the current grief and pressure into stronger motivation, using solid results to knock open that door.

He took a deep breath and nodded heavily, his voice firm and resolute: “I understand, Teacher Fang! I will definitely achieve a good result in the Mock Exam.”

After speaking, Li Wen took a deep look at Fang Chengwu. In that gaze were gratitude, realization, and the fighting spirit of burning one's bridges.

He stopped asking and turned, striding toward the independent martial arts room.

Behind him, Fang Chengwu watched his tall and determined back, his eyes filled with intertwined relief and expectation, finally turning into a deep ray of light.

Li Wen tightly gripped the key to the independent training room in his hand, his knuckles turning white, his steps steady and quick.

In his eyes, only the impending Provincial Mock Exam remained, only that 99% experience barrier obstructing his path to a higher level.

He stood before the door of the independent training room clutching the key, pushed the door open, and the soft sound of the heavy soundproof door closing isolated him from the outside world.

He paced to the center of the room but did not pick up his blade immediately.

He closed his eyes, slowly sat down cross-legged, and leaned his back against the cool alloy wall.

He needed to calm his heart.

Recently—he had been too rushed.

Ever since learning of his father's serious illness before the winter break, he had only focused on one thing: Rush! Rush to the Unity Realm at any cost, to obtain contract qualification as quickly as possible.

He was like a mule frantically whipped, only daring to bolt blindly down the narrow path of time, his eyes fixed only on the high wall named Bottleneck blocking the way ahead.

Previously, every time he relied on the Scholar upgrade, he did indeed break through one Bottleneck after another rapidly.

But now he realized that was not the correct way to break through.

When the Scholar Rank was low, he could rely on that.

But what about after his Scholar Rank increased?

After reaching LV10, could he still wait for the Comprehension Ability increase from the Scholar Rank upgrade to break through the Bottleneck?

The answer was obvious—no!

Sometimes fast is slow, and slow is fast.

When obsessed with speed, his heart grew restless.

How could his mind, floating with anxiety over the results, truly sink into the essence of current Cultivation?

Eagerness for quick success and immediate gain instead caused him to lose his clarity of mind.

A true Breakthrough might not require a reckless sprint, but rather the deep accumulation of still water, the natural result of water filling to overflow and fruit ripening when ready, the moment of effortless success after the mind is completely focused.

It cannot be forced; one can only let go.

In the instant this realization dawned, *Buzz!*

Deep within his mind, something long suppressed and blocked seemed to be instantly connected and violently shattered.

A cool torrent, far more surging, pure, and possessing a strange texture than usual, rushed out wildly from the core of his Sea of Consciousness.

It was here! The qualitative change had begun!

This torrent was no longer the Mental Energy he previously perceived as mist or gas, whose existence he could only vaguely sense.

It began to rapidly condense and compress at the core of his Sea of Consciousness, located between his brows.

Initially, a formless storm center spun, drawing all Mental Energy inward to collapse.

Immediately following, a dazzling star point, difficult to describe, was born at the center of the rotation, erupting with immense suction.

The entire Sea of Consciousness violently shook and expanded. The boundless, empty Chaos was opened up and propped open by this star point.

The surrounding Mental Energy transformed into milky white, liquid slurry radiating a jade-like luster, rushing madly into the core like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea.

Compress! Condense! Shape!

Under the guidance of that mysterious star point, the liquid Mental slurry began to construct a vague humanoid outline in the churning core area.

This outline was initially just a twisted mass of energy, but it stabilized at an astonishing speed, becoming clear and distinct.

Features, limbs, torso—becoming more refined, becoming more lifelike.

Finally, a small figure, composed entirely of the purest, jade-like Mental Energy shimmering with a gentle radiance, completely materialized in the turbulent Sea of Consciousness.

It sat cross-legged with its eyes closed, its face identical to Li Wen’s physical body.

It floated quietly in the center of the vast, endless void space opened up between his brows, emanating a calm, restrained, yet profound and majestic aura.