The Charismatic Charlie Wade

In this particular moment, Maria’s entire focus was captured by the seedling before her. She knelt on the ground, her unwavering gaze fixed on the delicate plant, her face animated with pure excitement.

Beside her, Charlie stood in silent awe, his eyes locked onto the emerald-green seedling. His mind felt like it had tripped over itself, struggling to make sense of what lay before him.

Charlie’s mental circuitry felt like it was in overdrive, struggling to compute the extraordinary scene playing out in front of him. He couldn’t fathom how, after such a torrential downpour, not a trace of rain remained.

The extensive years of formal education he had undergone boiled down to a mere three words in his mind, “This is unscientific.”

Or perhaps just four, “This is utterly unscientific.”

He surveyed his own body, his hands exploring from scalp to chest, chest to back, and back to ankles. Eventually, he even shed his shoes, delving deep within them for an extended period. But his fingertips only encountered dryness, no inkling of rain’s touch.

Maria’s thoughts mirrored his own.

Vivid in Charlie’s memory was the image of Maria’s hair damp and clinging to her cheeks in the deluge, an air of embarrassment about her. Even her trendy T-shirt had been soaked by the rain, revealing a subtle outline of her undergarments. Yet now, not even a crease remained on her oversized T-shirt, let alone a hint of dampness.

“This is incredibly bizarre,” Charlie mumbled to himself, with bewilderment lacing his words.

Moments later, he turned to Maria, questioning her once more. “Miss Clark, did it actually rain just now? Was it just my imagination?”

Maria nodded faintly, her voice gentle as she confirmed, “Young Master, there was indeed rain. A heavy rain. In all the years my family has lived here, I’ve never witnessed such a fierce downpour.”

“Yes,” Charlie concurred with a slight nod, then fixed his gaze on her intently. “But where did the rain go? How did it vanish?”

puzzlement.

his confusion evident. “This defies all logic. People often say that rain leaves its mark. So, after such a downpour, where

cultivation, guided by the presence of an enigmatic woman who has lived nearly four centuries. Is it

yet. Reiki might be a higher form of energy, much like atomic energy. People once found atomic energy unbelievable when they couldn’t harness it. Similarly, perhaps Reiki is an invisible

serious. “You’re right, Young Master. Reiki could very well be as you describe, a higher-level energy yet to be comprehended by most,

the laws of energy conservation? Rain poured, then ceased, yet the water remains. That’s energy conservation. But where has that

technique, which expends the reiki within me?

tugging at her lips. “Young master’s reiki is here! Were it not for your

the

solemn. “Indeed, that’s the historical record. She

extended towards the sprouting seedling. “How do you

“Though the mother of Pu’er is a tree, she’s survived countless tribulations. Her strength must be unfathomable. Similarly, she

she saved herself during her

holding his. “Have you heard

shook involuntarily. “No,

tribulation attaining immortality, while those who fail are obliterated. Yet another possibility exists, when the tribulation’s defeated, the cultivator

“So, reaching the level to transcend tribulations is like a guarantee? Either you soar as an immortal or fall as a loose being? Isn’t this like well-connected folks securing jobs in

triumphing in the tribulation’s crucial moment is rare, perhaps one in a hundred. Those succeeding are but a sliver compared to the multitudes crushed by celestial thunder. In simpler terms, only two out of a hundred

the cut are sent into the world, unable to return to that prestigious circle. As for Sanshin, imagine those who miss top colleges by mere points. They become loose

substitute. Imagine someone who doesn’t make the university cut at eighteen. They begin again in high school’s final year, repeating until they’re a century old, perpetually in the company of eighteen-year-olds. The

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