My bizarre resurgence: My price is the ability to trade everything.

I stood in Su Mingyue's analysis room, staring at the complex waveform on the screen.

"You mean... Guixu can find me through this?"

"Yes." Su Mingyue pointed to a waveform on the image. "Look here, this is the CP consumption record when you transferred Zhao Tiezhu's injuries last time."

I took a closer look. The screen displayed a constantly fluctuating curve that looked completely irregular.

"What's the problem?"

"The CP consumption of ordinary people fluctuates randomly and unpredictably," Su Mingyue said, pulling up another chart. "But it's different for balancers."

The two pictures are placed side by side.

The waveforms of ordinary people are indeed chaotic.

But my waveform, although it also looks wavy, has a subtle... rhythmic quality.

"Can you feel it?" Su Mingyue asked.

I stared at the screen and nodded.

"This is a unique mark of the balancer," she said. "The function of shifting and distributing costs leaves a special pattern in the flow of CP."

"Like... a fingerprint?"

"More complex than fingerprints," she shook her head. "It's a fluctuating 'phase' characteristic. Even if an ordinary person deliberately tries to imitate it, they can't."

I remained silent for a while.

"Does Guixu already know about this characteristic?"

"I'm not sure," Su Mingyue bit her lip, "but judging from their recent actions... they're collecting a lot of CP transaction data."

"If they use AI to analyze this data..."

"Your mark will be discovered sooner or later."

My heart started racing.

If Guixu can find me through CP transaction records, then every transaction I make and every time I use my abilities now is exposing my location.

"Is there any way to hide it?" I asked.

Su Mingyue hesitated for a moment.

Yes. But...

"But what?"

"Conceal your breath technique." Chen Xuan's voice came from the doorway.

I turned my head and saw him walk in, his expression serious.

"The Concealing Breath Technique can hide your CP consumption fluctuations," he said, "but it's not permanent; it only reduces the probability of being detected."

"and......"

"And what?"

Chen Xuan looked at me with a deep gaze.

"The principle of the Concealing Breath Technique is to use one's own aura to envelop the flow of CP, making it appear like an ordinary person."

"But this requires extremely strong mental strength."

"Your current skill level... isn't up to it."

That afternoon, Chen Xuan called me to the training room.

The training room was spacious, with only a table and two chairs. Several old rune paintings hung on the wall, looking quite old.

"Sit down," Chen Xuan said, pointing to a chair.

I sat down as instructed.

Chen Xuan sat down opposite me and closed his eyes.

"The principle behind the Breath Convergence Technique is very simple," he said. "Your CP flow will create fluctuations, just like ripples appear when a pebble is thrown into water."

"The purpose of the Breath Concealment Technique is to smooth out, or even eliminate, these ripples."

"But to do this, you need to control your mental energy, letting it envelop every wisp of CP flow."

"This requires extremely high concentration and incredibly fast reaction speed."

"I'll demonstrate once, watch carefully."

Chen Xuan extended his palm, palm facing up.

I saw a faint light emerge from his palm—it was CP.

Then, the light began to change.

The light, which had been flickering, gradually became steady and eventually came to a complete stop.

It's like a stagnant pool.

"Did you feel it?" Chen Xuan asked.

I stared at the still light and nodded.

I definitely felt it.

That calm... wasn't ordinary stillness, but a suppressed turbulence.

It's like an undercurrent flowing beneath the surface of water, but no trace can be seen on the surface.

"This is the Concealing Breath Technique." Chen Xuan withdrew his hand, and the light disappeared. "Try it."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Try to activate the CP within the body.

Just like last time, I could feel the scales turning deep within my consciousness, slowly releasing CP.

But this time, I'm going to try to control its flow.

Make it smooth.

stable.

I want to do what Chen Xuan demonstrated—to envelop every thread of CP flow with my spiritual power.

But just when I thought I was about to succeed—

"No." Chen Xuan's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I opened my eyes.

"You're being too deliberate," Chen Xuan frowned. "You're 'suppressing,' not 'melting.'"

"What do you mean?"

"Your current method is to forcibly suppress the flow of CP using mental power."

"It's like trying to cover the surface of water with your hand—the harder you try, the more ripples you create."

"The key to the Breath Concealment Technique is not suppression, but integration."

"Let your aura and the flow of your CP merge into one, let it become a part of you."

"In this way, outsiders won't be able to tell the difference."

I was stunned.

"Is... this possible?"

Chen Xuan looked at me with a complicated expression.

"Yes," he said, "but it takes time to practice."

"and......"

"and?"

"Moreover, the Concealing Breath Technique only reduces the probability of being discovered." He sighed, "If the Void has already locked onto your imprint characteristics..."

"Simply hiding it might not be enough."

I left the training room feeling heavy-hearted.

As I walked down the corridor, Chen Xuan's words kept replaying in my mind.

"If the Void has already locked onto your imprint characteristics..."

Do they already know?

Have I been exposed?

Just as I was thinking, my communicator suddenly rang.

It's Su Mingyue.

"Xiao Fan, where are you?"

"Just came out of the training room. What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong." Her voice was tense. "You'd better come to the analysis room."

"What's going on?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I just received an anonymous email."

"The email content... is related to Guixu."

My heart suddenly started racing.

"Coming right away."

In the analysis room, Su Mingyue pulled up an email.

The sender is anonymous, and the address is a string of gibberish.

The email was very short, consisting of only two lines:

"Hello, Balancer."

"Someone will come looking for you in three days. Not a friend."

"careful."

I stared at the screen, a chill running down my spine.

"How did this email get sent?"

"I don't know." Su Mingyue shook her head. "The headquarters' firewall didn't issue any alerts."

"It's as if... this email was sent directly from within the system."

"Inside?" I frowned. "You mean..."

"There are people from Guixu in the General Administration."

These words weighed on my heart like a boulder.

Guixu is not just tracking my CP (couple) imprint.

They have infiltrated the General Administration.

"There's one more thing," Su Mingyue continued.

"The email was sent at 3:00 AM today."

"That time... coincided with the time when Zhao Tiezhu's treatment ended."

I was stunned.

When will the treatment end?

I thought back and realized that Zhao Tiezhu's treatment was indeed completed around 3 a.m.

What does this mean?

"They're monitoring Zhao Tiezhu's treatment process," I said slowly, "or rather..."

"They're monitoring your use of CP," Su Mingyue replied.

"That's why they can identify your distinctive features."

"That's why they sent this email."

"They are warning you."

"Or rather... threatening you."

The analysis room remained quiet for a long time.

I stared at the email, my mind a jumbled mess.

Three days later, someone will come to find you.

Not friends.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Is it possible to trace the source of the email?"

"We're checking," Su Mingyue said, "but I don't think we'll find anything."

"A person who can do this will not leave any obvious traces."

I nodded.

"So, these three days..."

"We need to be prepared," Su Mingyue said, looking at me. "No matter who comes, we need a plan."

"But first..."

"You must learn the art of breath control."

That evening, I practiced alone in the training room.

again and again.

Try to control the flow of CP.

Make it smooth.

Integrate.

But every time success is within reach, that fluctuation reappears.

It's as if it's mocking my incompetence.

"No...it still won't work..."

I sat on the ground, panting heavily.

My clothes were soaked with sweat.

"You're in too much of a hurry."

A sound came from the doorway.

I turned my head and saw Zhao Tiezhu standing there, leaning against the door frame.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting at the hospital?"

"I'm bored lying down, so I came out for a walk." He walked into the training room and sat down next to me.

"How's the training going?"

"Not very good." I gave a wry smile. "I've tried countless times, but I still can't do it."

"I just looked at it," Zhao Tiezhu said.

"You're too obsessed with 'control'."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been thinking about 'controlling' the flow of CP, making it the way you want it to be."

"But this is not the true essence of the Breath Concealment Technique."

"What is that?"

Zhao Tiezhu thought for a moment.

Do you know about the Zhao family's Boundary-Defending Fist?

"You said it was a power used to protect the boundaries of the rules."

"Yes." He nodded. "The core of the Guardian Fist is 'following'."

"Smoothly?"

"It's not resistance, it's adaptation," he explained. "The eerie power is chaotic and violent."

"If you confront it forcefully, it will only backfire on you."

"But if you can go with its flow and harness its power..."

"This will achieve the effect of 'suppression'."

I was lost in thought.

"The same principle applies to the Breath Concealing Technique," Zhao Tiezhu said. "The flow of CP is natural and random."

"Don't try to 'control' it, but rather 'go with' it."

"Let it flow according to its own laws; you're just... putting a shell around it."

"So, it still looks the same as before."

"But in reality, you've already hidden it."

I was stunned.

This is the same as what Chen Xuan meant by "integration".

But Zhao Tiezhu's explanation... made it easier for me to understand.

"Want to give it a try?" Zhao Tiezhu said.

I nodded.

Close your eyes.

This time, I did not try to control the flow of CP.

I simply... perceive it.

Perceive its flow within the body.

Perceive its rhythm.

Then, I tried to build a "shell" around it.

It's not suppression, it's not control.

Just... a package.

Let it flow according to its own rules, but I've put a layer of clothing on it.

This time, the fluctuations... seem to have really weakened.

Current status update:

Remaining lifespan: 25 years and 11 months

CP balance: 495

Cost conversion efficiency: 32%

Breath Concealment Technique Progress: Beginner Level (Success rate of concealment approximately 30%)

Crisis countdown: 3 days

I don't know how much time passed before I opened my eyes.

Zhao Tiezhu was looking at me.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's better than before," I said, "but it's still not stable enough."

"Rome wasn't built in a day," he smiled. "Take it slow."

But you must remember—

"No matter who comes three days from now, you must not reveal yourself."

"Otherwise, Guixu will use all its strength to deal with you."

I nodded.

Three days.

Only three days.

I must improve my concealment skills as much as possible before that happens.

"Thank you," I said to Zhao Tiezhu.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you... for being willing to stay with me."

Zhao Tiezhu paused for a moment, then laughed.

"It's a promise," he said. "No matter what happens, I'll be with you."

"Even if I search for it my whole life, I won't regret it."

That night, I had a dream.

In my dream, I was standing in complete darkness.

There was nothing around.

Only my breathing could be heard.

Then, a voice rang out.

Very light, very far.

"Someone will come looking for you in three days."

"Not friends."

"But they're not entirely enemies."

I looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

But all around was darkness.

"Who are you?" I asked.

no answer.

The sound disappeared.

The darkness grew even darker.

Then, I woke up.

Outside the window, it was already daylight.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at my palms.

Someone will come to find me in three days.

Not friends.

But they are not entirely enemies.

What does this mean?

I took a deep breath and stood up.

No matter who comes, I must be prepared.