Chen Nan operated the Mysterious Skill, with surging Inner Strength rushing like a river, rolling and sweeping through the meridians.
Looking at his hands glowing with treasure light, Chen Nan set new goals and plans for himself. So far, he had only cultivated one billion cells, yet his Martial Body had already taken a significant step forward. With tens of billions of cells in the human body, what would the effect be if all completed cultivation?
Thinking about this made Chen Nan somewhat excited. At that time, let alone the Magic Treasures of cultivators, even any Divine weapon might struggle to harm him in the slightest.
However, completing cultivation for tens of billions of cells is an extremely daunting task. Under normal circumstances, it’s practically impossible. After all, he just spent an hour cultivating one billion cells.
The human body has roughly forty to sixty billion cells. At this rate, it would take at least five hundred thousand hours to complete the cultivation.
With twenty-four hours a day and three hundred sixty-five days a year, that’s eight thousand seven hundred sixty hours. Even if Chen Nan didn’t eat, drink, or sleep, and cultivated for twenty-four hours a day, it would still take a full fifty-seven years to complete.
This is clearly unrealistic because humans aren’t machines and can’t cultivate twenty-four hours a day.
Moreover, this cultivation only boosts physical power; Inner Strength won’t grow at all. If both Inner and spiritual power are to be cultivated simultaneously, the timeframe for the body to reach that Realm multiplies several times, making it nearly impossible.
Chen Nan’s originally excited mood inevitably became a bit dejected.
Shaking his head, he picked up his phone to call back Qin Yixuan. As soon as the call connected, Qin Yixuan’s furious voice came through: "Where the hell did you go, you bastard? You stood me up! You promised to meet at seven, and I haven’t seen a trace of you! Tell me where you are, and I’ll come teach you a lesson right now!"
Before Chen Nan could speak, he was verbally drenched by her scolding, his ears nearly deafened. He hurriedly moved the phone a little away and said, "So, where are you now?"
"After waiting forever without seeing you, I went back home." Qin Yixuan sounded like she had swallowed a load of firecrackers, filled with fury in her tone.
Chen Nan said, "Quickly head to the Criminal Police Team; I’ll be waiting at the entrance for you."
"Are you already there?"
Qin Yixuan’s tone slightly improved, asking suspiciously.
"Hurry over; I’ll be there soon," Chen Nan said quickly, hanging up before she could launch into more scolding.
Putting away the phone, Chen Nan walked out of the room.
In the hall, Su Yixuan, Yun Fei, and Shi’er were all watching TV. Seeing Chen Nan come out, the beautiful women frowned: "When did you get back?"
"I came back right after school, but I have to go out again now," Chen Nan replied.
Yun Fei curled her lips and said: "You horny devil, going out to hit on girls again, aren’t you?"
"You idiot, why would I go out to hit on girls when I can hit on you at home? Although you may lack taste, you’re decently attractive," Chen Nan retorted casually.
Unexpectedly, Yun Fei didn’t explode this time but snorted coldly: "Don’t think I don’t know. You’re going out to meet with Xuanxuan but refuse to admit it. Seriously, I should look down on you; she planned to meet you at seven, and it’s already past eight before you’re heading out. Could you try to have a little gentlemanly manner?"
Chen Nan was taken aback: "How do you know?"
"I don’t talk to idiots."
Yun Fei looked at him disdainfully and turned her head away.
Around seven o’clock, Qin Yixuan called inquiring if Chen Nan was home. Since Yun Fei hadn’t seen him return, she assumed he wasn’t home and said so, explaining why Qin Yixuan, the rampaging dragon, didn’t come by to settle scores with Chen Nan.
Feeling at a loss, Chen Nan said: "Can’t you stop being so silly; aren’t you acting childish?"
Yun Fei shot him a glance, puffed her chest, and said: "Then honestly admit, are you wanting to hit on Xuanxuan with this date?"
"Why ask so much; are you jealous?" Chen Nan glanced at her.
Yun Fei acknowledged inwardly, but in her spat with Chen Nan, she wasn’t about to concede verbally: "Rubbish, there’s no way I’d be jealous of you. You’re both lecherous and fickle, with a filthy mouth; you’re completely worthless. Even if I liked a dog, I’d never like you."
"Oh, you like dogs? All right, I’ll send you one another day then," Chen Nan laughed heartily, turning to walk away.
"You bastard, this isn’t over between us!"
Yun Fei leapt from the sofa, about to give chase, as Su Yixuan hurriedly held her back: "You two little sworn enemies, stop fussing; you’re no match for him."
Yun Fei stomped her feet furiously several times before sitting back in annoyance.
Meanwhile, Shi’er displayed distant and somber emotions, lost in feelings.
She had endured five hundred years of torment because of Chen Nan. Despite Chen Nan no longer being the person from back then, for her it didn’t matter because the essence of the Soul hadn’t changed.
She awaited Chen Nan’s return every day. Yet when he was home, he never proactively sought her, merely exchanging greetings and engaging in normal conversations.
This wasn’t what she desired.
Five hundred years ago, you married someone else; five hundred years later, I still can’t win your heart.
Shi’er thought inwardly, with tears lingering in her heart.
Although she was a fox spirit, she wasn’t as flamboyant or promiscuous as legends said. Quite the opposite, she was very reserved and innocent, embarrassed to be overly proactive in certain matters.
After leaving the house, Chen Nan headed straight for the parking lot.
After purchasing the BMW Z4, he hardly drove it, covering only slightly over a thousand kilometers in more than half a year.
Once in the car, Chen Nan’s first act was disabling the traction control system. Then he shifted gears, slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and as the brake lifted, the rear wheels screeched "whoo whoo whoo," emitting white smoke as the car launched forward like a missile.
Having refrained from driving for so long, indulging occasionally felt refreshing to Chen Nan.
Heading out, he paid almost no mind to traffic signals, surveillance cameras, or traffic police. So long as vehicles weren’t abundant, if he could maneuver through, he wouldn’t stop to wait, demonstrating no bit of civility, essentially acting as a road Assassin.
However, this road Assassin possessed decent skills.
Numerous drivers were frightened into cold sweats by this maniac, but Chen Nan felt no guilt, speeding away beneath the streetlights with his convertible.
After about ten minutes, Chen Nan arrived near the Criminal Police Team.
In the distance, Qin Yixuan was already standing at the entrance waiting. Chen Nan switched to neutral, reduced speed to around sixty mph, turned the steering wheel hard left, resulting in a tire-screeching drift, spinning and smoothly coming to a stop beside Qin Yixuan.