Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 336: The Path of Cultivation

Countdown 144:00:00.

Midnight, surrounded by darkness.

Seeing that the chat was about to end, Li Tongyun hurriedly snuck out of the bathroom and tiptoed towards the living room.

Now that her grandparents had come to visit, the small two-bedroom apartment had to accommodate them in XiaoTongyun’s room, which meant she had to share a bedroom with her mother.

This was quite inconvenient.

So, when Qing Chen told her earlier that evening about starting a chat group, XiaoTongyun cleverly suggested that she sleep on the living room sofa.

Jiang Xue found the proposal odd when she heard it in the evening, as the young girl usually clung to her mother at night. Why the sudden change of heart?

Li Tongyun explained that she had heard her classmates already sleeping by themselves and she didn’t want to be outdone by the other kids.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xue felt a wave of relief. Her daughter had finally grown up.

However, she probably never imagined that her daughter had aged seven years overnight…

…And had become her sister…

Just as Li Tongyun lay down on the sofa, she suddenly noticed that the lights in the living room were on.

Jiang Xue, standing at her bedroom door, asked in surprise, “Why did you spend so long in the bathroom?”

Li Tongyun quickly responded with a sad expression, “Mom, my stomach feels uncomfortable.”

Jiang Xue was taken aback for a moment. “I told you not to eat so much tonight. You must have indigestion.”

As she handed Li Tongyun some digestive aid tablets to take, the young girl said, “Grandma’s cooking is just too delicious.”

“Wait,” Jiang Xue asked, “weren’t you just hiding in the restroom playing with your phone? Show me your phone.”

Li Tongyun obediently handed her phone over: “I wasn’t playing with my phone, really.”

Jiang Xue unlocked her daughter’s phone and after scrutinizing it for a while without finding anything amiss, she was reassured: “Do you need to sleep with mom tonight?”

“No need,” Li Tongyun said sweetly, “Grandma and Grandpa will return to Zheng City tomorrow. It’s just one more day.”

“Alright then, you should go to sleep early,” Jiang Xue said as she tucked her in.

Li Tongyun watched Jiang Xue return to her room and sighed with relief. Fortunately, her phone had two interfaces, or else Jiang Xue would have seen the chat app.

Indeed, she needed to be as cautious as Brother Qing Chen at all times, otherwise, she would be in trouble.

Recalling everything she had done that evening, Li Tongyun estimated that if she were to be punished, it would surely be no light matter.

Nevertheless, she found this kind of play, though dangerous, quite interesting.

Thrilling.

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Meanwhile, Qing Chen checked Yuan Yuan’s room and saw that no new letters had arrived from the Devil’s Stamp holder Huan Yu.

He returned to his bedroom to start his unwavering sniper training regimen.

In the rule-abiding Mysterious World, when Qing Chen pushed the target to a distance of 800 meters, the bullet trajectory began to show a slight parabolic curve.

He had researched known real-life cases on the internet, the most notable being an operation called “Water Python,” where a sniper with a 16x scope killed a terrorist at 2430 meters with three shots.

The first shot missed, the second hit the terrorist’s backpack, and only the third shot was successful.

At the time, the sniper was at an altitude of 3000 meters above sea level where the air was thin and offered less resistance.

Even so, the bullet’s parabolic trajectory peaked at a vertical distance of 20 meters.

The calculation of such a massive arc is one of the key factors restricting most snipers from hitting targets beyond 1500 meters.

If you could see the trajectory of a sniper rifle bullet, it would resemble an artillery shell, traveling for more than two seconds over a long distance and eventually falling in a parabola to the ground.

After leaving the Mysterious World, Qing Chen asked Zero, “When the distance exceeds 2000 meters, is the killing power of Yi De Fu Ren still enough to kill an A-Class?”

“Beyond a 2000-meter shooting range, even hitting the hard bones of a B-Class may not guarantee penetration, so you must aim for the eye socket,” Zero said. “Otherwise, why do you think the target is only a Coin?”

Qing Chen was momentarily startled. He had thought that no one’s sniper training was so harsh that they used coin-sized targets instead of human-shaped ones.

Shooting toothpicks and Coins at 200 meters, 400 meters might be manageable, but hitting a Coin at over 2000 meters sounded like a myth.

It turned out that the Mysterious World’s target shooting training was designed for Transcendents, aimed at hitting the eye socket.

Inwardly, Qing Chen wondered if he could truly achieve such precision. Perhaps he could, but it would require much more practice.

This advantage came from using Yi De Fu Ren, as most sniper scopes allow a tolerance of 0.28 Mil-Dot, which means the reticle could deviate by 42 centimeters from the target at 1500 meters.

This is due to the difficulty of achieving zero error during production.

Therefore, snipers need to adjust their aim to account for this 42-centimeter discrepancy in real-time.

But Yi De Fu Ren doesn’t need such adjustments; it is a Taboo created under the rules and as such is an absolutely perfect anti-material sniper rifle.

As the bullet trajectories began to curve, Qing Chen’s training progress significantly slowed down.

It took him an entire night to push the target to an 800-meter range.

This is the standard for military 7.62 mm caliber sniper rifles, meaning that Qing Chen was now officially a qualified sniper, though not quite a god among them.

However, for urban engagements, unless a specific sniping situation arises, 800 meters was already sufficient.

“Sufficient for now,” Qing Chen trained every valuable second, aiming to acquire the ability to kill at long range with a single shot.