I Can Record Wonders

Chapter 56: Seizing the Opportunity Unexpectedly

The night was dark.

Only the relentless crashing of the waves remained.

Fu Ning pursed his lips, his gaze burning ahead.

There was only a short distance between the corner where he was hiding and the bowing boat.

Under normal circumstances, it would take less than two breaths to walk over.

But he didn't make any rash moves.

Because the ground was covered in fine sand, and stepping on it would make a rustling sound.

Even though the sound was faint, Fu Ning didn't dare to take the risk.

"Stability is the most important."

Fu Ning's eyes were like a ruler, constantly measuring the distance in between.

First, he had to leave.

Of course, he wouldn't leave in a conspicuous manner.

Instead, he would move in sync with the rhythm of the waves.

The sea breeze was strong at night, and the waves were high.

Every time the waves crashed onto the beach, they made a sound.

Taking advantage of the noise, Fu Ning slowly slipped out of the corner.

As a precaution, he also released a mist around him.

Within the range covered by the mist, his presence and figure would be hidden.

After making sure there were no abnormalities, Fu Ning lifted his foot and stepped onto White Cloud.

White Cloud appeared in front of him, but he was completely unaware as he was deeply focused on his meditation.

Fu Ning carefully observed and found nothing unusual before stepping onto White Cloud.

Accompanied by the mist, the cloud slowly moved towards the direction of the small boat.

Its speed was slow, as if it was being dragged by a rope behind.

Fu Ning crouched down, his gaze brushing against the edge of the cloud, looking down at the boat below.

He was prepared to escape at any moment.

The boat drew closer.

The boat drew closer.

In the darkness, the outline of the boat gradually became visible.

The low bow, the dilapidated mast, the gloomy cabin.

Even though there was only a distance of two breaths, he took ten breaths to walk.

Closer.

Even closer.

Now he could see the deck and the blurry figures on it.

The deck was just like before.

Cramped, narrow, stumbling.

And Daoist remained motionless near the bow.

The speed of the cloud slowed down again.

If it was being dragged by a rope just now, now it was being dragged by two.

Until White Cloud hovered above the boat.

Then it began to descend slowly.

Everything on the deck became clear.

There was the fish basket that Yun Niang had used to catch crabs.

There was the harpoon that Yun Niang had used to spear fish.

There was the cabin light that Yun Niang had used to dispel the darkness.

Until his gaze settled on the bow.

There was another "him".

He had his eyes closed, his head lowered, his legs crossed, and his hands folded, just like how he usually meditated.

"Truly a member of the 'Cong Clan'."

On the cloud, Fu Ning held his breath, seeing the person in front of him as if he was looking in a mirror.

Clearly, he hadn't noticed him.

But Fu Ning didn't let his guard down because of this.

The speed of the cloud slowed down even more.

Slow to the point of blending into the air.

The image of the "fake Fu Ning" became even clearer.

Pale face, disheveled hair, and even the scar on his forehead.

Whether it was the "Zhong Clan" or the "Cong Clan," they could imitate anyone, but they couldn't replicate the unique traits of Innate bloodline, such as Spirit Organ, Bai Jie, Innate Divine Ability, and so on.

So there was only a scar on his forehead.

Looking down his face, he was wearing the same Red Mountain robe as himself.

But there was a large patch of dark red on his abdomen.

Indeed, his injuries were severe.

With such a large wound, coupled with its maliciousness, it's no wonder he is eager to heal.

White Cloud continued downwards, and this time Fu Ning could even hear its breathing.

He gently stroked White Cloud, and the cloud silently stopped.

The deck was made of hollow wood, and any landing would make a sound.

So, at the moment of descent, Fu Ning needed to use a palm strike that came down from the sky.

He took a deep breath and silently recited the Three Provinces, stabilizing his mind.

His gaze seemed to solidify, constantly simulating the next palm strike.

It was like a sniper observing prey eight hundred miles away, repeatedly pondering.

Fu Ning slowly took in a breath, and a faint mist dispersed around him.

His entire figure was hidden in the mist, only a vague outline visible from the outside.

With one breath, strength increases; with the second breath, it diminishes; with the third breath, it is exhausted.

Fu Ning didn't have many opportunities; he had to use all his strength in the first palm strike.

One palm.

A palm with all his strength.

If the first palm fails, he won't stop.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and his breath gathered.

Soon, the shadow of the 'Cloud Spirit Turtle' appeared in the mist.

With the infusion of Origin Qi, the turtle's phantom became more and more solid.

This was probably the strongest palm strike Fu Ning could execute.

"Ling Turtle Unarmored," a direct and straightforward palm technique.

Perfect for descending from the sky and destroying everything.

The sound of waves remained, and the small boat swayed slightly.

But the wind on the boat seemed to become cautious.

Every strand could tug at one's nerves.

Fu Ning's gaze gradually became firm, and Origin Qi began to surge.

One inch, two inches, three inches...

His palm slowly rose above his head, and his momentum grew stronger.

Finally, a gentle breeze swept by.

Fu Ning seemed to receive a signal.

This palm that had been deadlocked for so long finally vented.

Hoo~

The palm wind rubbed against the air, becoming scorching hot.

Just as Fu Ning had imagined.

Perfect angle, perfect strength.

Previously, he had used the same palm technique to penetrate the palm force of the sideburns.

And now, this palm surpassed the previous one.

Under the palm shadow, even a fifth ripple emerged.

Boom~

A look of madness appeared in Fu Ning's eyes.

He could clearly feel that his palm strike did not miss.

The palm force vented without any reservation.

But in the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

Under his palm shadow, a semi-transparent scale armor had appeared, he didn't know when.

The scales on the armor shimmered with a faint blue color, layer upon layer.

And his palm strike, which he had used all his strength for, was completely blocked by this armor.

It was just a glimpse, and without hesitation, he urged White Cloud to leap away, almost instantly disappearing from the spot.

The wind howled, and the dark night was bewildering.

Fu Ning didn't dare to slow down until the abandoned ship bay was completely out of sight. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and look back.

All he saw was a dense mist, with no trace of anything in it.

At this moment, he suddenly exclaimed softly, calming down and recalling the glimpse from earlier.

"No! That person... seems a bit strange."

Although he had only glanced at it just now, the 'fake Fu Ning' under the armor had already opened its eyes.

There was no anger, no shock, not even vitality in those eyes.

He turned his head and looked back in the direction of the abandoned ship bay.

After a moment of contemplation, he decided to go back again.

But after a short while, Fu Ning had already reappeared in the abandoned ship bay.

The ebb and flow of the tide, the lonely little boat, everything seemed unchanged.

He released a thin mist and continued to approach.

The 'fake Fu Ning' was still sitting at the bow of the boat, without any change in posture.

Only the layer of fish scale armor on his body had disappeared.

Fu Ning approached with more courage, only to see the other 'him' staring wide-eyed, his eyes filled with confusion.

And on his head, a clear palm shadow appeared.

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