Finally, after channeling Primordial Qi into his body, Chen Yan concluded that he had made a breakthrough.
That night, in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt an unbearable stomach ache, sprang up from bed, and dashed straight to the bathroom.
Then, that night, he made five or six runs!
At last, Chen Yan was completely exhausted, so he simply didn't return to his room, grabbed a pillow, and sat on the toilet, leaning his head against the wall.
Actually, Chen Yan was still a little hopeful:
He had read about such symptoms in old online novels where practicing a cultivation technique typically starts with Purification and Marrow Cleansing, expelling impurities from the body?
Could this be a Renaissance?
Only the next day did he realize that it was just gastroenteritis.
He hadn't eaten for two days before his grandmother's funeral and was starving.
After he no longer felt sad, he had a big meal, and then... his stomach couldn't handle it.
However, he didn't know if it was psychological, but he felt much lighter after a good night's rest following the bout of diarrhea.
Moreover, when he practiced the Primordial Qi Transport Technique again, the feeling of Qi entering his body was much smoother, no longer intermittent as at the beginning but weak and continuous.
Yes, at this point, Chen Yan was certain that he had officially entered the basics of the Primordial Qi Transport Technique.
The second major section in the booklet recorded various spells.
A dazzling array of them.
There were spells like the Heavenly Eye Opening Qi Observation Technique, Telekinesis, Manipulating Strange Techniques for Transport, and Suppress Evil and Exterminate Deceit...
Let's just say, Chen Yan felt it was very fantasy-like.
The third category was object identification—this was quite fragmented, similar to manuals on creating simple magical artifacts.
But for now, Chen Yan didn't need the second and third categories.
His Primordial Qi had just begun to manifest, he couldn't perform spells yet, and as for making magical artifacts... he didn't even see a shadow of that capability.
In his hometown dealing with funeral affairs these past few days, Chen Yan sat and practiced the Primordial Qi Transport Technique daily. Though the booklet didn't specify sitting, he had seen enough movies, TV shows, and novels where practicing always seemed to involve that posture.
He also practiced the "Destiny Cycle" seven or eight times daily, which could supposedly calculate one's fortune.
According to the fortune calculations, his luck recently was quite good, not excellent, but he should encounter some good fortune.
Chen Yan eagerly waited for two or three days. Finally, the night before he left home, while thanking the village chief on his way back.
He found five yuan on the ground.
Then, he recalculated his fortune... which showed a straight flat line.
This... was it accurate after all?
A few hours later, an exhausted Chen Yan walked out of Port City's airport, pulling a knockoff Rimowa suitcase he bought on a shopping website six months ago, looking around the unfamiliar streets, he still felt as if in a dream.
Port City wasn't big, but the prices were high, and taxis were expensive. Even bottled water in supermarkets cost several yuan.
He checked the time, it was just before 2 PM.
Skipping the hotel, he headed straight to the bank!
On a street in Central Hong Kong.
Staring at the imposing building before him.
He checked the sign carefully, making sure he was at the right place—an old British capital private bank's Hong Kong branch, reputed to be of longstanding history.
Chen Yan took a deep breath and walked into the lobby.
Unlike the bustling atmosphere of mainland banks, with many retired folks enjoying the air conditioning, this private bank's lobby wasn't spacious, it was rather quiet, and lacked those large enclosed counters found in domestic banks.
Behind a reception desk, sat a professional-looking local receptionist girl.
Seeing Chen Yan walk in hesitantly, she immediately stood up, smiled politely, and said something in English.
Chen Yan wasn't good at English, barely passing by the school's standard.
He frowned, "Can you speak standard Dragon Country Language? I have business to handle."
Her polite professional smile didn't waver, but her eyes showed... hmm.
Chen Yan stared into her eyes, pulled out the Hexagonal Key from his pocket.
Her expression suddenly turned serious, and she picked up the phone, dialing a number and saying something.
"Hello sir, I am Luca Sommer, the supervisor in charge of the Asia-Pacific client division, delighted to serve you."
A dignified, well-dressed elderly white man stood before him, clearly a pure-blooded Caucasian.
Surprisingly, his Chinese was quite good.
Chen Yan glanced at the receptionist girl behind the desk.
These days, many foreigners learn Dragon Country language well to do business, yet some local Hong Kong people still pretentiously refuse to speak it, thinking it's disgraceful? Two words: cheap trick!
The elderly white man, having verified the account and key, personally accompanied Chen Yan to a VIP elevator.
"Your account is a premium user, located in our bank's underground vault. According to regulations, you can freely store or withdraw any item inside."
Chen Yan knew this. Before coming, he had checked online; this ancient private bank's vault service only required the key, not the person. Clients could even omit specific personal information.
Hmm... It seemed convenient for some shady dealings.
After arriving at the underground vault, accompanied by the elderly white man and two security guards, Chen Yan entered a room.
Sommer pointed to another door inside the room, "Your exclusive vault is in there..."
Chen Yan was a bit surprised.
"Our authorization only allows us to accompany clients up to here. The first door can be opened with your account code; the vault door inside can only be opened with your exclusive key. Enjoy."
Sommer and the guards politely withdrew outside.
Chen Yan watched the door close, took a deep breath.
He input the account code into the keypad on the other door in the room.
The door opened, revealing a not too narrow passageway.
About three to five meters long, at the end of which stood an all-metal door.
Chen Yan's heart pounded as he walked over, found the keyhole on the door, his fingers slightly trembling, fished out the Hexagonal Key, and gently turned it.
After a series of clanking sounds, the circular metal door slowly opened.
Standing at the vault door, Chen Yan peered inside, overwhelmed by the glittering sight, his eyes filled with excitement, joy, and astonishment.
"Grandma... you really didn't lie to me!!"
At this moment, Chen Yan was so ecstatic he almost had a stroke!
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