Chapter 6: Awakening Divine Sense

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Hailey knew Jacob wasn't bluffing. He had the means and muscle to take Stefan's life, and he wouldn't so much as get a slap on the wrist for it. So what could she do? To save Stefan, she had no choice but to dump him coldly. "Stefan, let's break up. I want fast cars and mansions, and you're a pathetic loser who can never give me the life I want." Only she knew how much those words tore at her, scraping her raw as they came out. She'd thought that if she left Stefan, Jacob would let him go. She never imagined Jacob would still come for him, and in such despicable ways; scheming not just to kill him, but to ruin his name, making the whole world point and shame him. "Stefan, don't worry. I'll go and beg Jacob to spare you. If he refuses, then we'll go to our graves together, as husband and wife." Her gaze was steady as she made this vow in her heart. She would see him live, no matter what it took. Stefan returned to his cell, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to cultivate. He had to race against time and grow stronger as fast as possible. Only then could he clear his name, avenge himself against Jacob, and make Hailey's entire family pay. At first light, he opened his eyes and exhaled a long, stale breath. Tempering flesh and blood was far harder than toughening the skin. After a full night of uninterrupted training, he wasn't even a third of the way there. Even so, his strength had undergone a dramatic change. If before he could drop a bull with one punch, now one punch could kill an elephant. And that was just his raw physical strength. If he channeled his inner power, one slap could reduce an elephant to pulp. The cuffs on his wrists and shackles on his ankles might as well not have been there. He could grind them to dust whenever he wanted. He also found that his tempered body absorbed ambient energy much faster. The thrill of that discovery filled him with renewed awe for the Nameless Technique. What still puzzled him was the use of the Harmony Wheel in his mind, and the identity of the blurry pattern hovering above it. At the thought, he steadied his breathing and focused, trying to bring that blur into focus. As the technique spread, the pattern sharpened slightly. Then his mind felt as if it were being stabbed by a thousand steel needles, a pain so savage it seemed to tear at his soul. His eyes burned, as if flames were searing them, and he had the creeping sense that blindness lurked just a breath away. "Aah!" He screamed and snapped out of it. Only then did the agony subside. The cry startled Franklin and the others awake. They shot him a frightened glance, then yanked the covers over their heads and went back to sleep. He panted hard, struggling to catch his breath. In that moment, he'd brushed up against death. Even so, in that fleeting instant, he'd glimpsed the very edge of the pattern. It looked like a door. A colossal door, thrumming with power. That only deepened his confusion. What kind of door tried to kill you for just a glance? He realized, a moment later, it must be because he wasn't strong enough. If he grew powerful enough, he could take in the full face of the pattern. He had a deep hunch the blurry pattern was anything but simple. He decided to put it on hold for now. He shook his head, noticing his clothes were soaked with sweat. His body felt hollowed out; the power that had filled his core was gone, completely drained. He knew that glimpse had drained him. He hurried to set the technique into motion, drawing power back into his core. His core filled quickly. Just then, he sensed someone approaching the cell. He narrowed his focus and recognized the visitor. It was Anya. She wore a faint smile, humming a tune, like she was having an especially good day, a spring in her step. "Wait, what?" Stefan reeled. How was this possible? He hadn't opened his eyes, and she was still outside the wall, so how could he see her? Could this be the divine sense mentioned in the inheritance? But how? To develop divine sense, he was supposed to cultivate the third level of the Nameless Technique to full mastery; he hadn't even finished the first. He thought of how he'd tried to envision that blurred pattern. In a flash, he understood. It might have been that very act that awakened his divine sense. A quick jolt of excitement went through him. Divine sense was no small thing. It could see through walls, attack an enemy's spirit, peer into hidden currents of fate, and guide the refining of tools and pills. The finer points were hard to explain to outsiders. Stefan decided, in secret, to keep cultivating the Nameless Technique and continue contemplating the blurred pattern. A two-pronged approach would speed up his growth. While he was thinking, Anya had already pushed the door open. "Huh?" She studied him, surprise lifting her brows. He was no longer the same as yesterday. There was something elusive about him, like mist over deep water. Though his eyes were closed and his facial expression was blank, something about him made people tense up without realizing it. What a mysterious man. Steadying herself, Anya said, "Stefan, the warden is here. I'm taking you to see him." Stefan's eyes snapped open. A quick jolt of excitement went through him. If he could bring the warden to heel, he'd accomplish the most crucial step. "Let's go." He rose to his full height and followed Anya out. "Stefan, when are we doing today's treatment?" Anya didn't want her birthmark to return. Since it vanished yesterday, she felt the eyes following her wherever she went. Now, those looks were no longer disgust, disdain, fear, or pity, but envy, appreciation, praise, and surprise. After work, a handsome stranger had even stopped her on the street and asked for her number. She'd shed her old self-consciousness for calm and confidence. She moved with a new lightness. The woman knew this was all thanks to Stefan. She meant to thank him properly. "Any time after I see the warden," Stefan said with a faint smile. He could sense the change in her from a sensitive, suspicious, hot-tempered shrew to a confident, stylish city girl. "That's wonderful. Stefan, I really don't know how to thank you. If you have any requests, just say so. As long as it's not too much, I can oblige." "We'll talk about it later. Take me to the warden first." His first priority was to bring the warden under control and win the freedom to come and go. Only then could he start digging for the real culprit. "All right. The warden is in his office. Come with me." Two minutes later, in a luxurious office, Stefan met the man who ran the prison.

Chapter 6: Awakening Divine Sense

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