Rise Of The White Dragon
/ Rise of the White Dragon Chapter 20
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Author Note: I saw some comments from some readers and I suppose I owe an explanation. What I want to talk about is 'Yin-Yang'. Both men and women represent both principles, just the degree, the emphasis, the proportion, the relationship with each other, and the area that they manifest can be different. The harmonious coexistence of the masculine and feminine energies within us is necessary to have balance and fullness.
Luan Dimas is no different, only that his Yin side is purer. Because of this, his body is called a Yin body although he is a man. In his past life, he dismissed his Yang side when he was deceived by a woman, but that is something for me to fully tell at another time. This time, Luan will cultivate a technique that will allow him to stay with Yin and Yang in perfect harmony and his Yin energy will be more powerful. As to how it will happen, you will only know as the novel progresses.
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As promised, Ingrid showed up the next morning.
"Good morning Luan," Ingrid said with a smile the moment Luan opened the door for her.
"Good Morning. Please, come in." Luan asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet." Ingrid came inside and said, "I took a shower and came right here."
"I see. I made breakfast; come and eat with me," Luan invited her.
"Yes." Nodding, Ingrid went to the living room with him.
Eating bread with ham and cheese, Luan, after chewing what he was eating, asked, "How was your night? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, very well. My mother, however, almost couldn't sleep because she was so happy." Ingrid's smile when she answered was genuinely beautiful.
"I see. I'm happy to hear that." Luan smiled a little and went back to eating his sandwich.
'Did you miss me?' Ingrid almost wanted to hide in a hole at the thought of asking this to Luan. Her skin tone turned pink as shame consumed her. She remained silent for the next 3 minutes while eating with small bites.
"Ah yes, my mother texted me yesterday, and she said she has two vacancies available to work as a secretary: one here in Florianópolis and the other in Jurerê Internacional as her secretary," Luan mentioned what he remembered.
"This..." Ingrid was thoughtful. She looked at Luan, then looked down, and then looked at Luan again and said, "Can I answer some time this afternoon?"
"No problem," Luan agreed.
[Good morning Florianópolis. Good morning Brazil. We are the starting news for the morning. It is 7 hours and 1 minute.]
In the living room, there was a 52-inch television Ingrid and Luan watched while eating.
[News of the day: And the bus drivers' strike continues. Killed in the streets of Beiramar, Jorge, the serial killer, was found dead by residents of Beiramar. He was found with strange injuries all over his body.]
'Serial killer?' Luan looked at the news and saw the photos that were taken and soon he recognized the man.
"Oh, and to think that a serial killer would have such an end," Ingrid commented casually, "For being such a brutal death, it is almost like an act of revenge."
"It was not," Luan confessed, without bothering to hide the truth, "This man tried to kill me yesterday with a knife, and the rest is easy to guess what happened."
Ingrid didn't feel bad about hearing this. She even sarcastically commented, "Eh, what a most unlucky man. He must have thought you were just one of his victims, but I bet he didn't expect himself to be the one killed~"
"Yesterday I felt negative energy coming from him. Now, I know why." For Luan who lived many hundreds of years in his past life, it was easy for him to feel negative energy from someone, especially since he had a greater sensitivity to negative energy.
After they finished eating, Luan was going to take the dishes to the sink and then wash them, but Ingrid said, "Let me do this. Yesterday you did it, remember?"
Luan didn't think much and nodded, "Okay."
Ingrid smiled and started washing the dishes. Luan took the initiative to dry.
After brushing their teeth and changing clothes, Ingrid and Luan were now in the training room. With smooth and precise movements, the two began to train.
It was almost 3 hours that Luan spent while practicing his next technique. Steam from heat waves was coming out of his body once he stopped. Luan sat on the floor with his legs crossed and started to meditate.
After starting to meditate with the
'There is very little left for me to do before I break the strength limit of 25 men...' Luan told himself as he meditated and calculated his current strength.
Luan continued to meditate until almost 1:00 pm. Ingrid had already finished meditating before him and was preparing lunch.
Luan got up and saw that even though it was only a little, impurities were removed from his body through his pores. He then walked to the bathroom to shower. He also noticed he managed to break his limit, reaching the strength of 25 ordinary men.
Ingrid, on the other hand, reached the strength of 18 ordinary men. Although the difference between her and Luan was great, it was a big step forward for her considering that Ingrid didn't have the experience that Luan did.
When it was close to 5 pm, Ingrid decided, "Luan, I'm going to Jurerê Internacional."
"That's great," Luan replied with a small smile.
It was 5:30 pm and Ingrid returned to her and her mother's house. Luan did not stay at the hotel; he went out to see if he could find other rare materials. Although the chances were low for other people, Luan had a very good set of senses, so the chances of him finding something that was not discovered were much greater.
Wearing a red polo-neck T-shirt, jeans shorts, and blue sports shoes, Luan walked aimlessly. He intended to walk near more isolated places such as near the farthest sea and places dominated by bush that was uncared for.
Of course, Luan was not being optimistic; he knew that this trip could very well be in vain. But that did not stop him from trying. After all, only those who play the lottery win; if one never plays, one can't complain if they don't win.
Walking on the sidewalk, Luan saw different people passing him whether they came from work, school, the market, shops, etc.
Luan saw someone he didn't even dream of meeting so soon. 'That girl is…'
A girl 14 to 15 years old with tanned skin and red hair with honey-colored eyes looked very sad and depressed as she walked along the path coming from a nearby school.
'It's her, I'm sure! But how could she be here?' Luan couldn't help but be surprised when he spotted the girl.
Cristina Orland was an extraordinary person in Luan's past life; many knew her story. She grew up and was raised to become the sacrifice of the Zing Clan that emigrated to Brazil. There were no records of exactly where she lived in Brazil, but everyone knew of her story: butchering the entire Zing Clan when she awoke her powers in the Third Awakening. Because of this, she was known as "Cristina Orland the Madwoman".
'She is one of the few people in Brazil who made it to the Sixth Order... Should I try to recruit her?' Luann contemplated the option in front of him.
{Drop some power stone, please ♥}
{Edited by: Azurtha}
Chapter end
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