Chapter 26 – Accumulation (2/2)

He thought for a while and eventually decided to take a shower.

It was neither because he had sat on the floor for an entire night nor because the school was dirty.

His body had a serious problem which made him curse his body. He always thought his body was somewhat dirty.

He washed himself frequently. He loved to be clean and had a small degree of mysophobia.

He put the hot water into the big bucket by the corner of the wall, walked inside, covered his face with a wet towel, lied on the edge of the bucket, opened up his arms, and lied backward. He was exhausted.

Beneath the wet towel, he heaved an inaudible sigh.

At that moment, on the other side of the wall a faint sigh could be heard.

Chen Chang Sheng thought ‘sad people were actually anywhere.’

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No one knew that Chen Chang Sheng had attempted to purify. Even those who saw him lighting up his destined star didn’t know. Because purification was more common than lighting up the destined star, it didn’t matter if xiu xingists were at the purification stage or the starfusing stage. As long as he was xiu xinging, then he needed to do so night by night. Moreover, the people who could see the destined stars being light up couldn’t see the line. Because of this,they wouldn’t know who was on the opposite end of the line.

There was no limit to human’s self strengthening.

Purification was never a one day thing.

At night, Chen Chang Sheng walked into the library again and sat on the floor to continue xiu xing.

A fourteen year old kid aroused himself again from disappointment and loss. The time taken was indeed too little. He had to appreciate all of his past experiences and the things that he would experience soon but of course the benefits that he experience won’t be liked by others.

He had no time to feel disappointed, he could only keep trying.

If not succeed, then die. These five words were most prominent in his mind.

He calmed down again and began meditation. The infinitive dense yet invisible starlight essence followed its shapeless fate. It continued to fall from the high and far night sky and land onto him like spring wind coiling him up and not leaving.

The starlights, just like it had last night, soundlessly penetrated his body and became invisible.

This process continued for so long. Just before the sun rose, he woke up again.

He looked closely at his hands and did not find any change. He touched his forehead and did not find a single drop of sweat. The old clothes on him were still clean. The morning wind flew in from outside and blew on his sleeves.

He did not understand. Even though his body’s vessels were broken, when his skin and hair had absorbed starlights, there were no changes.

Where did the starlight go?

He thought that the starlights had all spread into the air and transformed into nothing.

He did not know. He was confident that when he closed his eyes and meditated, the starlights had passed through his black hair and his hands, had passed through his old clothes and the little sword on his waist and had quietly entered his body. There was no loss.

It was like snow that passed through the wind and trees to fall onto the ground.

Not a single leaf carried any snow. This was an extremely rare occurrence.

Yet it actually occurred.

Now, this tree still looked green and was not white at all.

In actuality, the ground under the trees was being stacked with snow.

This was the so called accumulation.

One day, it would eventually rise.

Or explode.