Chapter 59: Copy (10)
59 – Copy (10)
Lin Xun felt his luck was still quite good.
On his first chest opening, he obtained the Light Body Technique, a skill that allowed him to scale walls and even fly around. Following that, he even acquired a portable hard drive capable of copying real-world code into the System Space.
Among the several chests he had opened, only the Heavenly Eye Technique seemed somewhat unclear in its purpose.
He took a deep breath, held the chest in his arms, shifted his gaze away, pretending to study the skill tree intently, and then suddenly opened it at a certain moment!
Then, he slowly shifted his gaze back, ready to welcome his powerful attack skill.
Inside the treasure chest lay a green-skinned skill book.
Lin Xun’s heartbeat quickened slightly as he retrieved the skill book.
It was a very thin book. On the cover were three words.
Teleportation Technique.
Just by looking at the name, Lin Xun couldn’t understand its function.
He tentatively opened the first page.
The title page contained something like a preface, written in traditional characters arranged vertically, though not in classical language, making it easy to read.
The art of teleportation moves stars and shifts constellations, capable of anything.
Usage limit: 3 times
Line limit: 10,000
Target restriction: allies or inanimate objects
So, what exactly was this?
Lin Xun felt somewhat puzzled inside.
He turned to the second page. In the next moment, the entire manual transformed into streams of light composed of 0s and 1s, entering his body.
He opened his eyes.
—And then met Qi Yun’s gaze.
Qi Yun: “Were you meditating?”
Lin Xun: “Sort of.”
Qi Yun didn’t say anything more.
Lin Xun looked over and saw that this person had stopped humming and was now playing a match-three puzzle game instead.
Lin Xun: “I want to ask you a question.”
Qi Yun didn’t stop his hands, matching and clearing as he spoke: “Ask.”
Lin Xun: “When you attack, like when you swing a sword Qi, what’s the process like?”
Qi Yun: “You don’t know?”
Lin Xun: “I don’t know.”
Qi Yun: “Actually, I don’t know either.”
Lin Xun: “.”
He: “Find a way to know.”
Qi Yun put down his phone, leaned back in his seat, looked up at the ceiling of the bus, and said: “You know about spiritual Qi.”
Lin Xun: “Mm.”
Qi Yun: “And then… to use the spiritual Qi, it has to go through your weapon.”
At this point, he glanced at Lin Xun’s keyboard: “I don’t think this will work.”
As he spoke, he hugged his own sword case and said: “I’m a sword cultivator. So I channel my Spiritual Power into the sword, and the sword processes the Spiritual Power into sword Qi, which can then harm people.”
Lin Xun: “What about different techniques?”
Qi Yun was momentarily speechless: “Why do you want to know?”
Lin Xun: “I want to understand the principle.”
Perhaps because it touched on a gap in his knowledge, Qi Yun became flustered and annoyed: “Ask your master.”
Lin Xun said sincerely: “I’m afraid my master will scold me.”
Qi Yun: “Then I definitely won’t tell you, so your master can scold you.”
But Lin Xun had already grasped the pattern of talking with Qi Yun: “You’re saying that because you don’t know yourself.”
“Get lost, I’m almost at the Golden Core stage, how could I not know.”
“Then tell me.”
Qi Yun seemed to think.
Lin Xun quietly observed him thinking.
After two bus stops, Qi Yun finally spoke.
“For example, if there’s a fire, you need water to put it out.” He gave an easy-to-understand example.
Lin Xun: “Right.”
“But for example, if you’re arm wrestling with someone, it just depends on who has greater strength.”
Lin Xun: “Right.”
“So if you can spot someone’s weak point, you attack it. If you can’t, you just clash head-on.” Qi Yun said, “We sword cultivators always clash head-on.”
Lin Xun: “Impressive.”
“The higher your cultivation realm, the more Spiritual Power you have in your Dantian Qi sea, so the greater your Spiritual Power.” Qi Yun organized his words: “When fighting, you just focus your energy and release Spiritual Power from your Dantian to the outside. Then you… counter others’ Spiritual Power move by move.”
Lin Xun: “Actually, what you said is basically saying nothing.”
Qi Yun: “Get lost.”
Then he ignored him.
Lin Xun pondered Qi Yun’s words.
Qi Yun’s words actually revealed quite a bit of information.
The capacity of the Dantian Qi sea, Lin Xun thought, corresponded to the computing power of this machine in computer terms.
If he were a machine, connected to the outside world through a network, then what was Spiritual Power?
Data flow.
0s and 1s.
If that were the case, how would two people determine who was superior?
The bus stopped at the station, and they got off.
While getting off, they were still discussing topics like “Spiritual Power” and “weapons.” The driver and an elderly man sitting by the door each gave them a couple of extra glances.
After getting off, they were still in the child’s residential area. Qi Yun transferred buses here, while Lin Xun drove his own car back.
Late at night, everything around was pitch black, one streetlight was broken.
Across from the residential area, nestled among green trees, was a children’s hospital. The surroundings were quiet, but the emergency and inpatient buildings of the children’s hospital were still brightly lit, and the ground parking area was full.
Lin Xun: “Don’t leave yet.”
Qi Yun: “What?”
Lin Xun looked around and, seeing no one, said to him, “Draw your sword and unleash a sword Qi. I want to learn from it.”
Qi Yun snorted through his nose, drawing his sword with an air of condescension, as if reluctantly granting him a glimpse, and swung it toward the roadside plane tree.
Lin Xun focused intently on his program interface.
Just as he expected—the interface had gained a new button.
The sword Qi was unleashed in an instant, an indescribable ripple cut through the air, and a crack appeared on the trunk of the plane tree, with several leaves rustling down.
Qi Yun raised an eyebrow: “Did you learn it?”
Looking at the few extra program files in his folder, Lin Xun felt genuine happiness.
—Indeed, this so-called “Transference Technique,” with its obscure name, was essentially a copy-paste technique.
“I learned it, thank you, Master Qi.” he said: “Now you can go.”
Qi Yun suspiciously: “Did you do something bad?”
“No.” Lin Xun flatly denied: “Programmers don’t speak falsehoods.”
Qi Yun: “I don’t believe you, you’re trying to harm me.”
Lin Xun: “Just go.”
Qi Yun yawned: “Alright, I have to wake up early tomorrow anyway.”
Lin Xun: “You need to wake up early for rap too?”
Qi Yun: “I’m a trainee, trainees need to practice.”
Lin Xun: “Keep it up, study hard.”
Qi Yun hummed a tune as he left.
Lin Xun didn’t linger either, heading straight to his car and returning to Chaoyang Residential Area—carrying Qi Yun’s sword-drawing program—which originally belonged to Qi Yun but was now his, quietly lying in his folder.
He didn’t necessarily have to directly copy Qi Yun’s moves to use them, but he could certainly study them to understand the underlying attack principles.
The two residential areas weren’t far apart, and soon Lin Xun was downstairs.
But he still had one more thing to do tonight.
He went straight back to his room, half-heartedly enduring Wang Anquan’s criticism and Zhao Jiagou’s questioning as he pulled open a small drawer.
He wasn’t someone with a compulsion for tidiness, but his belongings were arranged in an orderly manner. This drawer was specifically for storing all sorts of miscellaneous small items—watches, badges, and various accessories his sister had stuffed into his hands, most of which remained unopened.
He didn’t trust his own taste, so he couldn’t go to stores and pick things out himself. He could only trust Lin Ting’s judgment.
He opened each box one by one.
This necklace was too flashy.
This pendant was too dazzling.
The letters on this bracelet were too lively.
The watch? Not suitable either.
Zhao Jiagou remarked coolly from the side, “I’m about to give up on you, Lin Suanfa.”
Lin Xun replied, “You could help me.”
Zhao Jiagou retorted, “Help you pick out a confession gift for some man outside?”
Lin Xun said, “You misunderstand me. It’s just because of special circumstances—the world is too dangerous now. I fought with a demonic creature again today.”
Zhao Jiagou shot back, “What about me and Anquan? Aren’t we in danger too? Why don’t you give us something?”
Lin Xun replied, “I secretly planted firewalls on you two long ago.”
Zhao Jiagou pressed, “Then why can’t you quietly plant one on him too? Why make such a big fuss?”
“I don’t know how to explain it to you,” Lin Xun said. “He has no framework. I can’t plant it.”
Zhao Jiagou scoffed, “I don’t believe a word of your nonsense.”
“If I can’t draw the sword, I’ll give it to him,” Lin Xun said. “If I can, then I won’t give it—most likely, I won’t even be able to give it at all.”
Zhao Jiagou sighed, “I don’t want to hear you talk anymore.”
“But the problem is, there’s nothing suitable,” Lin Xun frowned.
He hadn’t found what he was looking for.
He pulled the drawer all the way open, scrutinizing everything inside. Finally, in the farthest corner, he spotted a small black box with silver embossing on its surface—the logo of a well-known brand.
Zhao Jiagou remarked, “You’re so rich.”
“I don’t remember this,” Lin Xun examined the box, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “Maybe Lin Ting gave it to me.”
He opened it.
Inside lay a pair of silver square cufflinks. Their patterns and shape were highly artistic, and the material seemed special. When turned under the light, their gleam shifted, as if a dark silver river flowed slowly within.
“Does this brand make cufflinks?” Zhao Jiagou said. “I think they look custom-made.”
“I really can’t remember,” Lin Xun said. “Almost everything in here was given to me by Lin Ting.”
“And me,” Zhao Jiagou added. “You’re such an ingrate.”
Lin Xun laughed. “Besides you, it’s Lin Ting. But if I ask her, she’ll scold me for being careless—for not even opening the things she gave me.”
Zhao Jiagou said, “Your essence is carelessness.”
Lin Xun closed the box. “So, this one?”
Zhao Jiagou replied, “Sure, it’s quite suitable.”
Indeed, it was suitable. At first glance, Lin Xun felt it was just right, as if it had been specially prepared for Dong Jun.
“By the way,” he asked, “how do you describe someone who can’t sleep?”
Zhao Jiagou answered, “Tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.”
Lin Xun said, “Good.”
He carried the box upstairs.
It was late at night, but these old Cultivation masters were still spirited, sleeping late and rising early. They were still discussing important matters.
As soon as Lin Xun entered the door, he heard phrases like “the wind sweeping through the tower heralds a rising storm in the mountains” and “the capital is in peril everywhere” and “who knows how many days we can hold out.”
Old Man Huo looked at him: “Do you have something to say, disciple?”
“Yes,” Lin Xun opened the box and said, “The demonic creatures are increasing day by day. I’m terrified, tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep. I need Master to carve a protective talisman for me to rest.”