I Can Merge Techniques

Chu Fan’s cold gaze swept over the servant girl’s despair-filled eyes, then fell upon the fawning steward. He gave an expressionless nod, not uttering a single word.

Seeing this, the lead servant bowed repeatedly and waved his hand, signaling his men to quickly drag her away and not linger.

The group soon vanished into the depths of the night, and a deathly silence returned to the garden.

Chu Fan took another slow stroll around the garden before turning to head back to his quarters.

As he walked, a profoundly strange sensation suddenly washed over him...

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Chu Fan stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the sky.

At some point, the Blood Moon, which had been clearly visible on the horizon, had become hazy and indistinct, as if shrouded by an invisible black veil.

This wasn’t just a case of ordinary clouds obscuring the moon.

It was more like a form of "darkness" even deeper and thicker than the night, silently descending from all directions to envelop the entire Wang Family Mansion—and perhaps the world itself.

The world grew darker, suffused with a suffocating, oppressive aura.

At the same time, the sounds he could faintly hear just moments before, even in the remotest corners of the garden—the weeping, the chirping of insects, the whisper of the wind—had now abruptly vanished without a trace.

A dead silence fell over everything.

It was as if the only sound left in the entire world was his own heartbeat.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...

Just then, an irresistible wave of drowsiness washed over him, surging like a deep-sea tide and instantly threatening to pull him under.

Chu Fan’s body swayed, and he nearly lost his footing.

’So sleepy...’

’So incredibly sleepy...’

This drowsiness wasn’t born from physical exhaustion.

Instead, it was acting directly on the depths of his mind and Divine Soul.

His eyelids felt as if they were weighted down with lead. He wanted nothing more than to collapse right there on the ground, consequences be damned, even if it meant sleeping until he died.

Chu Fan gently rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to clear his head.

But the drowsiness clung to him like a leech, impossible to shake.

’And this is while the Spirit Array Map of the Demon Dragon Celestial Spirit Scripture is active!’

’With the Spirit Array Map activated, the strength of my Divine Sense has surged more than tenfold. My Mental Power should be at an unprecedented peak of acuity!’

’How could I possibly feel such overwhelming fatigue at a time like this?’

Alarm bells screamed in Chu Fan’s mind. ’This is bad,’ he thought.

But his body grew increasingly sluggish, a deep lethargy seeping into his very bones.

Clinging to his last shred of clarity, he shook his incredibly heavy head and staggered back to his room as if he were drunk.

He pushed open the door, stumbled inside, and slid the bolt shut behind him.

The biting Cold Qi in the room did nothing to dispel his drowsiness.

By now, Chu Fan’s consciousness was fading. He moved on pure instinct, taking one step after another until he reached his bed.

CLANG.

He casually placed the Black Abyss Soward from his waist at the head of his bed, producing a soft metallic sound.

The next moment, his body fell back stiffly, crashing heavily onto the bed and sinking into the mattress.

His breathing instantly became deep and even, as though he had plunged into a profound sleep in a matter of seconds.

The room was deathly still, the only sound the echo of his heavy breathing.

Time crawled by, slow and agonizing.

The candle on the desk had long since burned out. Only a faint "black light" from the window filtered in, vaguely outlining the figure lying on the bed.

An unknown amount of time passed—perhaps the time it takes an incense stick to burn, perhaps longer.

Outside the window, within the thick, empty darkness, a patch of shadow—even deeper and more profound—suddenly materialized.

It made no sound and gave off no detectable aura.

It was as if a piece of the darkness had been carved out, blending seamlessly with the night.

The black shadow drifted slowly toward the window and came to a halt just outside.

A pair of inhuman eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, peered through a crack in the window lattice, staring fixedly at the sleeping Chu Fan.

"So perfect, so tempting..."