Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 955 - 479_2

The thousands of lights looked like scattered stars, the distant skyscrapers’ neon lights shifting colors on the glass curtain walls, adorning the entire sleeping city dreamily and fantastically.

Chen Qiming stared out the window for a few seconds, but there was nothing.

He then let out a sigh of relief and laughed at himself, indeed he drank too much.

Just as he was about to turn around to leave, a voice, as if drifting from an extremely far place, clearly sounded beside his ear.

"Qiming..."

The voice was light and elder-like, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Chen Qiming stiffened all over, the mineral water bottle in his hand dropped onto the carpet with a dull thump.

He turned around sharply, his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the floor-to-ceiling window that reflected the city’s night scene, at some point, a blurry figure appeared.

The figure stood in front of him, its outline hazy, as if through a dense fog.

Facial features were indistinguishable, only a hunched form could be vaguely seen, wearing a long robe, hair white and grey.

"Who...who’s there?"

Chen Qiming’s voice was dry and trembling.

"Qiming, it’s me."

The voice sounded again, this time with an indescribable closeness.

Chen Qiming’s breath became rapid, cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

This voice... it was exactly like his deceased grandfather.

Back then, he had watched his grandfather’s body be sent into the Black Building for preservation, how could it be...

"Qiming, my good grandson..."

The voice carried a coaxing tone, like an invisible hand gently caressing his soul.

Chen Qiming’s gaze started to become dazed, his pupils slowly losing focus.

His lips parted slightly, muttering:

"Grandfather...is that you?"

"It’s me."

The voice became increasingly gentle: "Grandfather is outside, so cold, so cold... Qiming, open the window, let Grandfather in, okay?"

He nodded blankly, as if led by invisible strings, walking towards the vent window beside the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"Grandfather... I’m a little scared..."

His hand touched the cold metal handle, his whole body shivered.

"Don’t be afraid, Grandfather won’t harm you, hurry up, open it quickly..."

The voice grew urgent.

Chen Qiming gritted his teeth, finally exerted force to push open the window.

Click—

As the window opened, a piercingly cold wind suddenly rushed in.

Whoosh—

The wind was extremely unusual, unlike natural night winds.

As if blown from the Underworld, scraping the skin with a knife-like pain.

Coldness instantly penetrated flesh, seeping into the marrow.

Chen Qiming’s eyes widened abruptly, pupils contracting intensely, his mouth agape yet unable to emit any sound.

An ice-cold and evil force, crazily surged in through his open pores.

His face began to contort, facial muscles spasmed, veins bulging on his forehead, his whole body frozen in place.

The force was filled with aggression, akin to a venomous snake, swiftly swam through his blood vessels, occupying every inch of flesh in his limbs.

After an unknown duration, his body trembling finally subsided.

Chen Qiming slowly lifted his head, his gaze turned cold and unfamiliar.

Then, he lowered his head, raised his hands, slowly clenched, then let go.

Repeatedly, as if familiarizing himself with the brand new shell.

Then he turned his head, looked at the mirror.

The mirror reflected a young face, with delicate features, yet with a hint of a playboy’s frivolity and indulgence.

Chen Qiming—no, now it should be Xuan Zhen, a bitter smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Fortunately, the Child Gu planted long ago still retained some vitality, otherwise, I would have truly scattered and perished..."

An aged hoarse voice emanated from his mouth, starkly different from Chen Qiming’s original tone.

Xuan Zhen moved to sit in front of the sofa, slightly bowed his head, as if pondering something.

"Can’t return to the village now..."

He muttered to himself, voice low and hoarse;

"Ye Zhiran destroyed my Mother Gu, he surely won’t spare other villagers cursed with Black Magic, those Child Gus... can no longer be preserved."

At this point, he paused momentarily, a hint of desolation and fear flashed in his eyes.

"Alas, never thought that after dominating a lifetime, I’d truly face the day of becoming a wandering ghost."

In a low sigh, the image of traversing the dark void surfaced in Xuan Zhen’s mind.

Boundless darkness devoured everything, paralyzing cold and solitude enveloped him, instinctively, his whole body shuddered, face turning pale.

The feeling is like being trapped in a coffin that will never open, suffocating slowly yet never fully dying.

Even death would not bring true release.

One can only eternally endure that suffocation and despair, as if falling into Eternal Hell.

Xuan Zhen shook his head, the hatred in his eyes burning bright, but soon it was replaced by resignation.

"Forget it, in this condition, let alone revenge, just fully occupying this body without backlash would be satisfying enough."

"Moreover, it’s probably impossible to return to the Ideal Land..."

He muttered softly, calculating in his mind.

Now that Chen Hongye’s physical form is destroyed, it has disrupted the main plan devised by Ideal Land, and returning is sure to incur severe punishment.

If his strength was intact before, he could endure such punishment.

But now, he’s as good as useless, with no standing place in the organization.

He knew the rules of Ideal Land all too well; those without utility had never met a good end.

Just thinking about the seemingly gentle appearance of that person, hiding cruel means beneath.

Xuan Zhen’s back shivered with cold, and his resolve to hide and vanish grew ever stronger.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the two youthful and beautiful bodies in the bedroom, unconsciously revealing a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Even if I can’t restore my strength, living as a wealthy young master spending gold lavishly, enjoying decades of worldly pleasure isn’t too bad..."

Before his words could finish, a voice full of anger and fear suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Bastard! You’re not my grandfather! Get out of my body!"

Xuan Zhen’s face instantly twisted into a grimace, veins bulging at his temples.

His left pupil contracted violently, while the right eye grew cloudy, as if each eye was looking in different directions, like two consciousnesses fiercely tussling within.

"Sigh, I’ve fallen to a point where I can’t even suppress a useless person..."

He gnashed his teeth, his voice hoarse.

The next second, he suddenly lifted his head, fierce light flashing in his eyes, shouting sharply:

"Shut up!"

This shout resonated in the air, also ringing directly in the mind like a thunderclap.

Chen Qiming’s consciousness was instantly suppressed, as if an invisible hand pushed it into the Abyss, unable to make any sound.

Xuan Zhen panted heavily, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He knew this was only temporary.

Chen Qiming’s consciousness was still there, merely forcibly suppressed by him.

Once his spiritual power weakens, the other could retaliate at any moment.

This body was not yet fully his.

Xuan Zhen was filled with frustration and unwillingness.

If it were one day ago, with his Divine Soul intact and strength present, why would he fall into such a dire situation?

"Young Master Chen, what’s wrong? Who were you talking to outside?"

The two women in the bedroom, awakened by the fierce shout, asked lazily, rubbing their eyes.

Xuan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, forcefully suppressing the turmoil within, casually replying:

"It’s nothing, just a nightmare, you two continue sleeping, I’ll be right there."

As he spoke, just about to get up and return to the bedroom, an urgent knocking sound suddenly resounded outside the suite.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Third Brother, are you okay? Open the door quickly!"

It was Chen Xu’an’s voice.

Xuan Zhen’s heart sunk suddenly, the blood drained from his face again, turning ashen like paper.

In his current state, if Chen Xu’an recognized him as a phony usurper, he’d have no resistance at all.

"Qiming! It’s me, your uncle, let us in quickly!"

Following that, another urgent voice sounded.

What should he do?

Xuan Zhen’s heart beat wildly, the cold sweat on his forehead increasing.

Knowing he only had a small amount of spiritual power left, it’s impossible to traverse the Dark Void again to find another body to possess.

But if he stayed, facing the Chen Family people with Spiritual Eyes ability, the odds of being seen through were high.

After all, he hadn’t yet completely consumed Chen Qiming’s consciousness, fully merging with this body.

Just as he hesitated, stuck between advancing and retreating, a clear female voice came from outside:

"Not good, I sense the evil spirit’s aura growing stronger, hurry and act!"

"Move aside, move aside, it’s my turn to shine!"

A boisterous voice rang out, tinged with eager excitement.

The next second, bang!

With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door of the hotel suite was kicked open.

Instantly, wood chips flew everywhere, several figures burst in, their eyes quickly locking onto Xuan Zhen standing in the center of the living room.

It was Fang Cheng, Lin Chuqiao, Pan Wendi, Bai Ling, and Chen Xu’an along with other experts from the Chen Family.