The room was quiet.
No noise.
No disturbance.
Han Chandu sat on the floor.
Cross-legged.
Calm.
The Falsified Sutra scroll lay in front of him.
Already understood.
He closed his eyes.
And began.
His breathing slowed.
Steady.
Controlled.
A faint flow of energy moved inside his body.
At first—
It followed the normal path.
Then—
He changed it.
Forcefully.
The moment he did—
Pain appeared.
Sharp.
Sudden.
His body resisted.
Because the flow—
Was wrong.
But that was the point.
The Falsified Sutra—
Was not about natural flow.
It was about correction.
Breaking the wrong.
Rebuilding the right.
His muscles tightened.
His veins strained.
But he didn't stop.
He controlled the flow.
Adjusted it.
Stabilized it.
Second cycle.
The pain increased.
But his control improved.
Less chaos.
More structure.
Third cycle.
The flow became smoother.
Still painful—
But manageable.
Minutes passed.
Then—
It stopped.
Naturally.
Han Chandu opened his eyes.
Calm.
A faint panel appeared.
[ Panel ]
Fitness:
Taijutsu → 49
Skills:
Jade Skin → 99 / 100
Dongxuan Sutra → 99 / 100
Falsified Sutra → 3 / 100
He looked at it briefly.
No reaction.
Because the result—
Was expected.
The increase was small.
But the change—
Was deeper.
His body felt different.
Not stronger.
But more controlled.
More precise.
Less wasted movement.
A knock came at the door.
"…come."
The door opened.
entered.
He paused.
Looked at Han Chandu.
"…something changed."
Han Chandu didn't answer.
Because it wasn't visible.
Han Sen stepped inside.
Closed the door.
"…I heard about everything."
A pause.
"…successor of the Falsified Sutra."
A faint smile.
"…you're getting serious."
Han Chandu looked at him.
"…I was always serious."
Han Sen chuckled slightly.
"…yeah… just more obvious now."
Silence followed.
Comfortable.
Because nothing needed to be explained.
Han Chandu closed his eyes again.
He continued.
Because this—
Was only the beginning.