Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2339: Chapter 2340: Teaching the Technique

Before long, Lin Chen followed Fang Qianqian to her residence.

Upon entering the house, a faint fragrance wafted towards him.

It emanated from the incense lit upon the side table, filling the air in the room.

The scent entering one’s nose brought a sense of immense comfort, as if all fatigue had vanished.

”This incense is painstakingly searched for by my father, reputedly having great benefits for resting.”

Fang Qianqian slowly spoke, a hint of dimness on her face; were it not for her, the Fang family would not have fallen into its present state.

”It seems Fang Clan Leader is very fond of you.” Lin Chen responded.

”Indeed, otherwise, I would have long been dead. The recent venture into the mountains was for treasure hunting, all for my sake. Fortunately, nothing major happened there, or I’d truly be a sinner.”

Fang Qianqian laughed self-deprecatingly, keeping many matters to herself, burying them deep within rather than showing on her face.

This was because she was not overly weak, weak to the point that an ordinary person could easily knock her down.

Lin Chen remained silent, admiring Fang Lin even more, understanding why at such an old age, he ventured into deep mountains for treasures, uncovering reasons beneath.

”Thank you.”

After a moment’s pause, Fang Qianqian realized it wasn’t a time for introspection as she prepared to receive the Cultivation Technique imparted by Lin Chen.

She sat cross-legged in a vacant spot inside the room; even though years had passed without practicing, once Fang Qianqian assumed the position, her cheerful demeanor turned into extreme seriousness.

That was her nature, either doing tasks to the utmost or not at all, striving her hardest to avoid regrets.

Lin Chen, seeing this, seemed to be influenced, took a deep breath, and allowed his consciousness to sink, entering into his Spiritual Sense.

In the Spiritual Sense, it remained as dark as ink, though Lin Chen felt its presence, seeing his surroundings clearly.

In the center of the Spiritual Sense, a tome hovered above, beneath it appearing to be a gradually forming figure.

This was formed by the black Evil Qi.

Lin Chen furrowed his brows, not knowing what this entity before him truly was.

”Will the experience through Black Evil Qi’s baptism imparted onto her cause any harm?” Lin Chen pondered with furrowing brows, only now recalling this matter.

His Spiritual Sense, unlike past cultivation, was now entirely enveloped by negative miasma; although temporarily harmless, nobody knew if entering Fang Qianqian’s body would be just as harmless. This that lingered within Lin Chen’s concerns.

”Try first, if unworkable, then withdraw its effects.” Lin Chen contemplated then made such plans.

His consciousness immersed within the tome, subtly replicating the Cultivation Technique documented upon it.

The efficiency was high, with some Spiritual Sense depletion, yet Lin Chen’s commendable strength made such consumption negligible.

After several moments, Lin Chen opened his eyes, slightly lowered, forming a sword finger with one hand, aiming at Fang Qianqian’s forehead.

His consciousness guided energy into his fingers, penetrating through Fang Qianqian’s skin into her brain’s Spiritual Sense.

”If any changes occur later, speak up.” Lin Chen whispered softly.

Not daring to overlook anything, Fang Qianqian gave a slight nod under his gentle urging.

Lin Chen enveloped his Spiritual Energy around that consciousness entering Fang Qianqian’s body, starting to redirect her meridian channels.

Due to unresolved connections within consciousness, Lin Chen easily detected Fang Qianqian’s internal situation.

Upon viewing this, he realized Fang Lin’s words weren’t unfounded.

Internally, Fang Qianqian’s meridian channels were shattered, with many areas beyond repair; one could imagine the magnitude of the harm she endured.

Previously possessing some confidence, Lin Chen, upon witnessing Fang Qianqian’s current physical condition, realized how deteriorated it was, becoming dubious of the Cultivation Technique taught by Su Yan.

”Oh right.”

Thinking of Su Yan, suddenly recalled that Su Yan’s consciousness remained dormant within the tome, possibly having insight.

”Senior Su, Senior Su!”

Lin Chen’s consciousness constantly called out within the Spiritual Sense, chanting nearly a dozen times before receiving a response.

”What do you want now, youngster?” Su Yan’s tone carried irritation, for every call from Lin Chen tended to involve unusual matters, causing discomfort for Su Yan.

”Do you wish to take another disciple?” Lin Chen grinned teasingly.

”Hmm?”

Su Yan rallied with attention; during his lifetime, he intended to expand sect members, but the stringent conditions of his technique deterred many.

Though now merely a remnant consciousness, the prospect of accepting disciples remained appealing, inducing excitement within him upon listening to Lin Chen.

”Where? Where? Let this old man examine the muscle and bones.”

Su Yan exhibited enthusiasm, though nearly reduced to ephemeral consciousness; he excitedly rubbed his hands anticipatingly.

”It’s this young woman before us, but her condition is somewhat troublesome.”

Lin Chen narrated Fang Qianqian’s situation to Su Yan, who, upon finishing, waved a hand and said, ”It’s nothing much, back in my day...”

”What?”

Mid-sentence, Su Yan stopped abruptly, evidently reluctant to disclose certain matters before Lin Chen, leaving queries unmet by silence.

”Let me examine her situation.”

Following Su Yan’s directive, Lin Chen projected a glimpse of Fang Qianqian’s internal physique through a sliver of consciousness.

His consciousness link facilitated this ease for Lin Chen significantly.

”This person harbors malice.”

Su Yan squinted slightly upon viewing, having delved into meridian studies for extended periods, discerning Fang Qianqian’s internal meridian problems instantly.

Not only were her entire meridian channels shredded, but the areas of rupture were strategically essential.

Those meridian channels, vital to one’s foundation, post-rupture; significantly diminishing lifespan, depriving her of physical capabilities, making further cultivation or lifting heavy objects impossible.