After reading the contents of this scroll, Liu Xing realized that this method was quite easy to memorize, but since the description was actually sparse, Liu Xing would probably need several attempts to master it.

He stood up, placing the scroll on the chair, and inhaled deeply.

"Do you want to try it?" the elder asked.

"Yes, I think this method is exactly what I need."

"Oh? You don't need this necklace? That method is actually only a meditation technique. Only when paired with this necklace can it be used to cultivate."

Liu Xing noticed the elder actually holding the necklace near his heart. He didn't know if this was an unconscious gesture, but it seemed the necklace was precious to him.

"I'll try the meditation method first."

The elder nodded and gave him space.

Liu Xing closed his eyes and adjusted his stance. Then, he began to move. With palm open, he struck the air. Then, he pulled back from the palm strike and smoothly transitioned to unleash another palm strike with his other hand. From this, he began to move and unleash palm strikes, kicks, and even punches. There was no specific rhythm. He just wanted to move with slow yet relaxing motions.

As he moved, Liu Xing began to feel his body. The method said that the key to meditation was to focus the mind on one thing. This was slightly different from his usual meditation where he needed to empty his mind.

Then, he began to apply a peculiar method. The creator of this technique, the farmer, said that chanting a poem would make it easier, but only a beautiful poem that appreciated the trees, the sky, the earth, and nature would do. The point was to be grateful to live in a bountiful land.

Liu Xing decided not to chant a poem. After all, he actually didn't remember any poems and couldn't write one. Luckily, it wasn't a problem. The main thing about this meditation technique was actually not to chant poems, but to be aware and grateful of the nature around. There were some intricacies to this method, but this aspect was kind of similar to the usual method of meditation, so hopefully it wouldn't be too different.

Liu Xing kept moving while trying to settle his heart, opening all his senses to the world around him. The smell of old books and dusty scrolls, the very faint wind circling the library, the warmth of this cozy room. Then, he began to think about everything that had happened.

The worst time of his life was when he first transmigrated to this world. He felt like a blind man suddenly thrust into navigating an ocean. Even with the real Liu Xing's memories there for him to digest, it was still hard. Things gradually got better until he met Nui, and then his life turned upside down.

As he kicked and punched and swept, he began to think about the good things that had happened to him. At first, he thought the good things only happened after he got the gun, but the truth was, that wasn't the case.

He remembered the busy yet lonely airport. Only Joni was there, with dark bags under his eyes, red eyes, an oily face, and hair so messy it looked like a bird's nest. This happened after Joni finally succeeded in putting the bastard who accidentally killed Mamat in jail. The culprit, the son of an army general, had stolen a truck on a reckless dare to prove his manliness. What followed was a long and grueling ordeal as they worked tirelessly to expose him while being relentlessly targeted by thugs sent to intimidate, harm and even kill them. To expose the truth and pressure the authorities into action, Joni devised an elaborate plan. He created a series of videos posing as a treasure hunt to subtly reveal the details of the incident and force the police to prosecute the real culprit.

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Now, everything is over.

"Isn't it sad? You're going to Japan, and only me, a dude, came to see you off," Joni said with a little smile. He was still tired and sad, but William knew that at the very least, his heart was now at ease.

"Yeah, people might think we're gay."

Joni laughed and slapped his knee. It wasn't that funny, and yet, he and Joni smiled. Then they laughed, laughed, and laughed. Then, he didn't know who started first, but they began to cry. They had an ugly cry. Tears and snot flowed like rivers. Joni commented on how stupid his face looked, and he too insulted how messy Joni's appearance was. They laughed for a full fifteen minutes. Sometimes their laughter was interrupted by crying, sometimes their crying was interrupted by their laughter.

It was so sad. They were a group of four at first. But now there were only two left. And even then they would go their separate ways. He was going to Japan and Joni was going to study law.

But as he boarded the plane, William's heart felt unexpectedly light. He was deeply grateful to his friends and thanked them from the bottom of his heart. Without them, he would be six feet underground right now, having fallen from a high-rise apartment.

And he felt grateful that their parting, though not ideal, had filled him with happy memories and his ears still filled with their laughter.

All of that briefly ended when the plane he boarded plummeted into an ocean, buried when he tried to adapt himself to a new world, and then emerged again when Nui came back and told him that, while they were in different places now, they were still alive and kicking, each navigating their new treacherous worlds.

He inhaled deeply, two tears falling from his eyes. One for the sadness, and one for how grateful he was to be still alive, to have met Nui, to know that his friends were alive, and grateful that he had the opportunity to help them, even in an entirely different world.

He exhaled slowly and felt his body move like flowing water, as if his mind and body were in sync. With each movement, he began to feel an opening—a hole connected to his consciousness—that widened as he flowed. Then the opening gradually settled and became a calm, steady presence within him.

Realizing that he had successfully meditated while moving, he tried to push a bit harder. He suspected he couldn't fully submerge himself into his consciousness, but it was all right. There was a way for qi to travel from his body into his consciousness, and it was enough.

Soon, Liu Xing could sense his cultivation. The imagery of a ball of lightning, chained with silver chains, and sealed by seven locks. When he realized that his seventh lock, the last lock that he needed to open, was almost full, Liu Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, his concentration shattered, and he stumbled on his feet.

"What happened?" Liu Xing asked.

Elder Yang Zhaoyan walked toward him with his hands behind his back, his expression serene.

"Congratulations on attaining an enlightenment. It is a rare and remarkable achievement."

Liu Xing's mouth opened wide. He knew about enlightenment. There were many tales of it. It was said that when someone gained enlightenment, they could instantly gain a deeper comprehension of a technique, they would have an epiphany and gain inspiration, even breakthrough into the next realm. People said that one couldn't be immortal without enlightenment, and to think that he had an enlightenment, how was that possible? After all, without his gun, he was a normal cultivator, and while he didn't achieve breakthrough, his cultivation increased dramatically.

He smiled widely. While he felt that it was kind of abrupt, he didn't hate it. Only a little bit more qi, and he would open the seventh lock, the last one, shortly.

Liu Xing's heart began hammering. He knew sooner or later he would advance to the seventh stage, but to think it would come so soon made him feel like the world was suddenly behind him and supporting him.

Liu Xing wanted to sit and cultivate, when the elder suddenly snapped his head toward the doors. His eyes narrowed and his expression turned serious, as if there were enemies outside.

Seeing this, Liu Xing's heart kept hammering, but now it was filled with anxiety.

"What's the matter?” Liu Xing asked.

“Let’s go.” The elder replied, not offering any explanation.

Was it an enemy? Liu Xing didn't utter a single word. Instead, he followed the elder, who began to walk briskly toward the doors.