Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 510: 328, The Winner of Involution, Luo Wanya_2

Hu Xiaoniu honestly said, “Curious, to say I’m not curious would definitely be a lie.”

“Then why don’t you ask me,” Qing Chen said.

“Because I’m no longer some rich second generation, just an ordinary Daytime Member, and I don’t have the qualifications to ask about anything. It’s enough to just do my own thing,” Hu Xiaoniu earnestly said, “Qing Chen, when we met, it might have given you a bad impression of me, but I have left behind that past identity. Now I’m just Bai Zhouhu Xiaoniu.”

“Sit down,” Qing Chen said, crossing his legs on the yoga mat opposite Hu Xiaoniu.

In fact, he had been thinking about a question.

With Hu Xiaoniu’s bright and straightforward, fair and equable character, could he pass the test of conscience?

If the other party could pass, then it meant they would have a higher ceiling to reach.

Originally, Qing Chen had not held much hope.

But having observed for some time, Qing Chen wanted to give Hu Xiaoniu a chance to try.

Uncle Li Dong told him that every Knight has the right to take on disciples freely, as long as you find a suitable candidate, you can lead them down this path.

Qing Chen had once curiously asked, what if the person doesn’t fully agree with the Knight’s values?

Uncle Li Dong had replied, not too concerned: Those who have walked the path leading to heaven across the towering green mountains, those who have faced the trials of life and death, will naturally have the same faith.

The faith of a Knight is not in some person, but in the spirit of pursuing certain human limits.

A Knight’s values are also not instilled through brainwashing or preaching. As one walks the path, climbs a mountain, sees a snowfall, chases a dream, it naturally becomes the same.

Those whose faith is not pure cannot pass the trial of life and death, they can only die on the path of facing it.

At that time, Qing Chen understood a principle: the eight life and death trials themselves are a process of selection, all Knights will eventually walk the same road.

No one points the way; it is each person’s own choice.

Thinking this, Qing Chen said, “Extend your wrist.”

Hu Xiaoniu, curious, sat on the yoga mat, only to see Qing Chen place his fingers on his pulse.

Suddenly, the Knight Vital Energy surged, and the same Fire Runes that adorned Qing Chen’s cheeks bloomed on Hu Xiaoniu’s.

Pain.

All memories related to pain came flooding back.

Everyone in the villa heard Hu Xiaoniu’s screaming, but no one dared to check the basement because Qing Chen had already made an agreement with them not to go there.

The change in Hu Xiaoniu took Qing Chen by surprise as well; he had not expected the other to be unable to withstand the inquiry of conscience.

Qing Chen withdrew the Knight Vital Energy: “What pain is it that you can’t get over?”

Stifling breaths, Hu Xiaoniu said, “My mother passed away when I was ten years old. Just now, I felt as though I was back on that afternoon. The setting sun shone into the hospital room through the window, warm, and my mom was already so thin, just skin and bones. She held my hand gently and said, ‘Sorry, Xiao Niu, mom can’t take care of you anymore.’ I really want to forget this pain, but I’m afraid I’ll forget my mom altogether.”

Qing Chen was silent.

He realized that the inquiry of conscience really was a hard hurdle to overcome, no wonder the number of Knights was so few.

He also finally understood why Uncle Li Dong said that the older someone is, the harder it is for them to get over this hurdle.

It wasn’t that Hu Xiaoniu’s character was lacking, it was just that life itself is a bitter journey; the longer one travels, the more pain one accumulates.

And perhaps Li Dongze, Ye Wan, Lin Xiaoxiao, and others could not get over the hurdle of their parents’ passing either.

Those memories and pains you seem to have put behind you are in fact always there in your heart.

However, Qing Chen didn’t know if Li Ke could get over the inquiry of conscience.

If he couldn’t, then all his prior efforts were in vain.

After a long silence, Hu Xiaoniu asked, “Does this mean I can’t cultivate? Why is my cultivation journey so different from others? When people like Tian Tian enter meditation, it doesn’t seem to be accompanied by pain.”

“No,” Qing Chen shook his head, “Even if this path is impassable, you can still take another path.”

Hu Xiaoniu was stunned, thinking to himself how many paths of cultivation there could be in Qing Chen’s possession…

If others could acquire just one orthodox method of cultivation, it would be enough to establish a formidable Cultivation Organization, so how many methods of cultivation did Qing Chen hold in his hands?

Looking at it now, there seem to be three, right?

Hu Xiaoniu looked at Qing Chen and felt as if the Inner World might really be just a game and that the person in front of him was the game’s most powerful pay-to-win player…

Qing Chen paid no mind to Hu Xiaoniu’s inner turmoil, simply contemplating quietly:

Although Hu Xiaoniu might not pass the inquiry of conscience, as long as he completed all eight challenges, he could still become a Knight.

The Knights of the old era could not become Demigods, but A-class was still enough to make one’s place in the Federation.

If Daytime had several A-class Knights, dozens, or hundreds of B-class Cultivators, where couldn’t they go in this world?

No one could bear the wrath of Daytime on that level.

That day might be far off.

But Qing Chen had the patience to wait for that day.

Just at that moment, Qing Chen suddenly felt the clotted blood from his abdominal injury churning, and he spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood.

Hu Xiaoniu was startled and quickly asked, “Qing Chen, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s just clotted blood; spitting it out is good,” Qing Chen said, fully aware of his own body. Though still in pain, it was nothing serious.

Hu Xiaoniu looked at Qing Chen, suddenly thinking that despite his injuries, he was still helping them cultivate.