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Ye Mo Han practiced in the spring every other day, but he no longer just practiced the Breath Suspending Technique. Instead, he practiced his internal Qi in the water and waved his palms at the stone wall at the bottom of the spring. On other days, Ye Mo Han would be on the shore practising his external techniques. Occasionally, when there was nothing to do, he would slip into the dark tunnel once more. Of course, he would be rushed up when he wanted to move forward, and every few times, he would be happy to be able to move a bit.

Over the past month, both on the shore and in the water, Ye Mo had used his internal energy quite proficiently. It was just that his power was not stable yet. When he entered the underwater current, Ye Mo Han could already be seen lying on his stomach, using the pushing force to move his body forward. The more times he went inside, the more he discovered a pattern. Only the more powerful the force he released, the stronger the pushing force was, and the stronger the pushing force was. When that happened, Ye Mo Han's body would be able to move forward. On the other hand, the faster he advanced, the more powerful Ye Chonglou's power would be. Ye Mo Han was like a boat, and his arms became two oars. Once the oars became less powerful, Ye Mo Han's boat would be pulled out by the undercurrent. Ye Mo Han's Breath Suspending Technique had also improved. He could rest in the water for up to four hours, and even if the water speed was increased in the undercurrent, he could still persevere for an hour and a half without moving.

On the next day, Ye Wen woke up and walked to the only field in the valley. The rice had already begun to wither, and the top layer was covered with a thin layer of dew, sparkling and translucent. Ye Mo Han stood by the side, staring at the place where Ling Mumei was buried. He thought to himself: Senior's kindness towards me, I fear that I will never be able to repay it. Today, the quilt was ready to leave. If the senior knew, he would bless the quilt and allow it to swim smoothly through the undercurrent and return to the martial arts world. Ye Mo Han finished chanting in his heart, and he kowtowed three times to Ling Mumei before diving into the spring.

Ye Mo had long since become familiar with the location of the secret passage. He entered the spring and was immediately sent into the secret passage. Just like the previous times when he had entered the undercurrent, Ye Mo Han grabbed two protruding points and stabilized his body in the torrent. Both of his arms struck out in the current, and the two invisible waves of Qi struck the bottom of the dark tunnel diagonally. Ye Mo Han's body pushed forward by half a zhang. Ye Mo Han had previously used his arms to control his body to a lesser extent, and the speed at which his arms moved faster had caught Ye Mo by surprise. He immediately waved both his arms and his body moved forward another three meters. The faster his body moved, the more Ye Mo Han's body felt like it was filled with limitless power. His arms moved nonstop, eagerly looking forward to passing through this undercurrent.

A pleasant experience can relax the mind and body, and you can feel time pass by without you noticing it. However, in this kind of situation where he didn't use all his strength to advance and retreated back to the starting point, Ye Mo felt that time was very slow, as if it was stretched out for an eternity.

Ye Mo Han closed his eyes and waved his arms mechanically. His body kept moving forward, as if there was no end in sight. Ye Wen's cold thoughts also began to slowly blur, as if he was about to fall asleep. The remaining clarity in his mind made him constantly remind himself that he must not relax, or else all his previous efforts would be wasted. His consciousness became blurry, just like an untreated wound corroding a healthy skin. At any time, it could devour the remaining consciousness of a person. Ye Mo Han was in this kind of situation. Once his body relaxed, he would be completely out of the underwater current. Many times, he wanted to stop with both hands and completely relax. After everything was over, it would be great if he could not leave this valley. He didn't know if he could reach the other side if he continued swimming like this. This kind of consciousness had always existed in Ye Yiyi's cold mind, but on the other hand, he would think of Liu Yiyi, Mo Xiyan, Righteous Wind, Zhang Qingwu, and the Jade Jade Pavilion Master that his grandfather had not yet helped. These friends of his and his enemies pushed the sheets forward in this dark tunnel, either moved or inspired.

Under the extremely strong flow of the stream, Ye Wen not only had to endure the strong resistance, but he also had to maintain a clear mind while walking forward. The former had a deep cultivation, but the latter was not that simple. Ye Mo Han found it more and more difficult to move forward, and he began to operate his martial arts less frequently, slowing down his speed. Ye Mo Han Han felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. There was not a single thread of light in his surroundings, and he was slowly spinning and sinking in this endless abyss. The feeling of cold rotation of the leaf sheet was getting stronger and stronger, and the intervals of exercise was getting longer and longer. Let me sink a little faster, thought Ye Mo Han. His head suddenly hurt. Ye Mo Han's head felt as if it had hit an incomparably hard stone wall. Even with the resistance of the flowing water, this strike caused him to feel pain all over his body, and he immediately became clear-headed. He clearly felt that there was no way forward and he couldn't move forward. He also felt that the water on the left was strong and knew that he had come across a corner. He sank to the bottom of the passage and grabbed onto two hard stones with both hands to prevent his body from being washed away.

The sudden change in direction had really helped Ye Mo Han. When Ye Mo's consciousness was at its weakest, the sudden pain made him suddenly sober up. If not for this turn, Ye Mo was afraid that he would be washed back into the valley and be sent back into the countercurrent. Repetition is the most painful and unbearable.

Ye Han gripped the stone tightly, his left hand groping towards the left. The tunnel entrance at the corner suddenly became smaller, only half the height of Ye Mo Han's tunnel. This meant that Ye Mo could no longer float in the middle of the tunnel, and the difficulty had increased yet again. The long time he had practiced the Breath Suspending Technique was really effective. Although Ye Mo Han could not tell the time clearly in the secret passage, as he took a deep breath before he went into the water, even now, he still did not feel suffocated. But after swimming for a long time, Ye Mo Han was already beginning to feel tired. Ye Mo Han felt around the corner with his left hand and felt the small rocks on the ground. If this path was long and the road continued like this, it would be beneficial for Ye Mo Han. The good thing was that when he was exhausted, he would grab the rock at the bottom and rest for a while so that he wouldn't be knocked back. The disadvantage of these stones was that they could easily scratch the cold leaf that was moving forward.

Ye Mo Han didn't dare to stay too long at the turn. He reached his left hand into the narrow passage and grabbed a rock. He forced his way through the narrow passage and lowered his head. In this passage, the speed and resistance of the Undercurrent seemed to be stronger than before. Ye Mo Han wanted to lift his body slightly, but if he wasn't careful, he would hit his head. It was too difficult to maintain a dimension that could be controlled by both hands without touching the ceiling. On the way forward, they would either bump into the top, or be scratched by a rock protruding from the bottom. Several times, Ye Wen could clearly feel the sharp stone slashing at him, and his own blood was flowing with the water as it flowed backwards. Ye Mo Han thought to himself with a bitter smile. He hoped that before he swam out of the tunnel, blood would not flow. Otherwise, if he was washed back to where he was before, he would only be left floating in the spring with nothing left but the belly of a fish.