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[Blue Star Calendar, August 21, 2010]
[Gregorian Calendar, Saturday]
[Lunar Calendar, Year of Gengyin, July 25. Auspicious for betrothal, travel, marriage, forming alliances, praying for blessings. Inauspicious for breaking ground, inauspicious for excavation.]
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If one were to head outside the safe zone, today did not seem like a perfectly ideal day.
Although it was "auspicious for travel," suitable for going out, it was also "inauspicious for breaking ground" and "inauspicious for excavation," which did not suit Qin Siyang's usual method of travel using the drill cabin.
But he had no time left.
Tomorrow, he would head to District 134, a neutral zone not controlled by any faction, to prepare to attend the thesis hearing.
In the early hours of the morning, Qin Siyang drove the drill cabin, speeding underground all the way.
In the end, he chose an area about one hundred kilometers away from the safe zone.
He first brought the drill cabin up to the surface. Inside it, he quietly observed the surroundings for an hour. After confirming there were no people or gods in sight, he put away the drill cabin. On the ground, he laid out a ring of one hundred small god round scale plates, then placed two mid-sized god round scale plates in the center.
Finally, he took off all his clothes and lay down on top of them.
At Sequence Level Five, his body could no longer feel the biting cold wind. Still, lying there completely naked felt a bit awkward.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up a piece of clothing and covered his navel.
"Yeah, that feels much better."
Then he emptied his mind and waited quietly.
"One hour feels a bit long. But there's no other way."
The night was deep as ink, covering the endless plains, and Qin Siyang lying upon them.
After entering meditation, Qin Siyang felt something strange, as if he had a faint, barely noticeable connection with the world around him.
Because it was so subtle, his thoughts immediately linked it to the round scale plate offerings beneath him.
That made him frown in confusion, 'That shouldn't be possible! This works too?'
He did not get up. Instead, he suppressed the doubt in his heart and let the faintly cold wind glide across his skin.
There was no time to worry about it.
With his eyes closed, he seemed able to sense the vast starry sky before him. The countless stars above were also waiting quietly, just like him.
Occasionally, a meteor streaked across the sky, bringing a brief flash of light and causing a slight ripple in Qin Siyang's meditation.
The ground beneath him was hard and cold. Fine grains of sand brushed over his body along with the gentle breeze.
From time to time, faint sounds drifted across the plains, likely noises made by gods far away. But those sounds quickly faded, returning once more to dead silence.
Time moved unusually slowly. Every minute and every second seemed stretched out. The so-called Path of the Believer seemed to be testing Qin Siyang's patience as well.
Yet from beginning to end, his breathing remained light and shallow, like a stone blending into the plains.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Half an hour.
One hour.
His breathing grew even slower. The rise and fall of his chest was almost imperceptible.
His consciousness seemed to be pulled into a distant dream. His limbs felt heavy, and his connection to the real world was becoming blurred.
Qin Siyang's brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth turning downward. His expression faintly revealed struggle and confusion. It was as if he had seen something, or heard something.
Everything remained utterly silent.
Gulu!
At that moment, a soft sound broke the stillness.
Qin Siyang's head separated from his neck like a ball and rolled off the offerings to one side.
Blood flowed out in a steady stream, like wine pouring from a toppled oak barrel.
His face still held that puzzled expression.
At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared upon the vast plains, standing about thirty meters away from Qin Siyang.
After quietly observing for a moment, the figure slowly walked forward.
He stopped beside Qin Siyang's corpse and looked at the many small god round scale plates beneath him, all with exactly the same points. He remained silent for a moment.
Then, in a low voice, he said, "Little Qin, I'm sorry…"
He bent down, about to reach for the backpack beside Qin Siyang's body.
At that moment, Qin Siyang's body suddenly twitched.
"What?"
Seeing Qin Siyang suddenly move like a revived corpse, the man quickly stepped back.
But what happened next was even more bizarre.
Qin Siyang's headless body suddenly climbed up from the round scale plates. As if it could see, it quickly walked to where the head had fallen, picked it up, and placed it back onto the neck.
"You…", The man was stunned.
"Phew… that was close…"
Qin Siyang was just sighing over yet another narrow escape from death when he lowered his head and, out of the corner of his eye, saw two pale cheeks.
"This is… my butt?"
"Holy crap, my head's on backward! Turn it around!"
Qin Siyang still could not control his body. He did not know how to take over from the lower half that was handling the reattachment, so he could only shout loudly.
The body seemed to hear him, or perhaps sensed something wrong. Its hands lifted up and adjusted the head.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Qin Siyang looked down again.
This time it was correct.
Right after that, he felt his head rapidly reconnecting with his lower body.
At the same time, a piercing pain shot through his neck, forcing him to cry out. New flesh was sprouting, pushing away the dead tissue from the wound.
A few seconds later, Qin Siyang felt his brain regain full control over his entire body.
He touched his neck. There was not even a scar.
Then he quickly threw a punch. The sound of wind tore past his ears, fierce and powerful.
"Phew! Everything's back to normal. Incredible!"
Qin Siyang looked at the person standing not far away, his gaze turning cold.
The man's voice was filled with shock, "Qin Siyang, you… how… how can you reattach your own head?"
Qin Siyang could not see the face beneath the mask.
But from the man's words, he could clearly hear how stunned he was by Qin Siyang's ability to come back from the dead.
Qin Siyang's expression did not change. He kept a meaningful smile on his face, giving nothing away.
Inside, however, he let out a quiet breath of relief.
He had followed Li Tianming and Zhao Longfei's advice and kept the time and location of starting the Path of the Believer secret.
But open attacks were easy to dodge while hidden arrows were hard to guard against. After being schemed against multiple times, Qin Siyang still believed someone with ill intentions would strike when he began the Path of the Believer.
Sure enough, asking Chen Fenghe for a pile of life-saving medicine before leaving had been the right decision.
In his heart, he gave Chen Fenghe a deep bow again, "The [Reattachment Action Capsule] invented by Mistress is truly miraculous!"
The man opposite him asked again, his voice trembling slightly, "What sequence are you exactly? How can you even have this kind of ability?"
Qin Siyang's gaze returned to the man.
He closed his eyes in disappointment.
The enemy's face was hidden behind a mask, his voice muffled by armor. Qin Siyang could not recognize him.
But that suit of silver-gray armor, he had seen it before.
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