Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution-Chapter 655 Butterfly Fan Skill

Not long after Lin Shen left the library, the Dean came to the counter, "What books did the Chief of the Heavenly Institute borrow?"

"The Chief of the Heavenly Institute borrowed ’Nine Heavens Mystic Wind Fan Skill’ and ’Butterfly Fan Skill’," the librarian checked and replied.

Upon hearing this, the Dean felt it was quite normal. He knew that Lin Shen’s Life Base was a folding fan, so borrowing fan techniques was very common.

Just as the Dean was about to leave, he heard the librarian add, "The ’Nine Heavens Mystic Wind Fan Skill’ had just been returned before he borrowed it."

"Just returned? Who returned it?" the Dean asked instinctively.

"The Heavenly Consort," the librarian answered.

"The ’Nine Heavens Mystic Wind Fan Skill’ returned by the Heavenly Consort?" The Dean reached for the borrowing records, flipped through them, and indeed saw that it was the Heavenly Consort who had borrowed the ’Nine Heavens Mystic Wind Fan Skill,’ and it had just been returned today, not even minutes before Lin Shen borrowed it.

"Is it a coincidence?" The Dean returned to his office, thought for a while, and still decided to contact An Jiahe.

"Young Master, do you think this is a coincidence?" the Dean said.

"Whether it is or isn’t a coincidence, it can be made to be no coincidence," An Jiahe spoke indifferently, "You don’t need to know anything about this matter, nor do you need to handle it. I have my own arrangements."

After putting down the communicator, An Jiahe’s face revealed a smile, "This is quite the opportunity that has presented itself, allowing us to resolve two troubles at once."

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Lin Shen was unaware that someone was already scripting the play; he had begun practicing the Butterfly Fan Skill at home.

The Butterfly Fan Skill was not as complex as the Nine Heavens Mystic Wind Fan Skill, focusing on a singular ’flick’ motion.

Lin Shen directly discarded the first half and only practiced the latter half, throwing the folding fan like a boomerang, and by utilizing hand techniques and strength control, the thrown folding fan could fly back on its own.

In fact, flying back wasn’t the point; it was about practicing the control of the folding fan with hand techniques and strength application.

What made the Butterfly Fan Skill truly impressive was that, after the fan was thrown, it could perform unpredictable trajectories in the air due to the fan’s special structure and skill manipulation.

The folding fan moved unpredictably up and down, left and right, like a butterfly dancing wildly in the wind, making it difficult for others to predict where it would fly to in the next instant.

What astonished Lin Shen the most was that the creator of the Butterfly Fan Skill, even when they threw the folding fan themselves, did not know where it would ultimately land.

It was a skill that even its user could not fully control.

Such a skill was of great interest to Lin Shen; after practicing for a while, he was able to control the folding fan to fly back after being thrown.

This was a purely technical application, not the Inheritance Fan returning on its own.

But being able to fly back was just the basics of the Butterfly Fan Skill; the truly formidable part was the ultimate lack of control.

Lin Shen even speculated whether, if the Butterfly Fan Skill were truly mastered, it might be able to counteract the predictive techniques of the likes of Tian Buluo and Tie.

After all, if even Lin Shen himself didn’t know where the thrown fan would end up, how could the opponent possibly predict such a bizarre object?

The more Lin Shen thought about it, the more excited he became, fueling his motivation to practice as he continually attempted to control the folding fan’s flight trajectory. Experience exclusive tales on novelbuddy

Disorder without order is useless; only with order can disorder serve a purpose.

If it were as simple as flinging it around randomly, then the Butterfly Fan Skill would not have been placed on the second layer.

Lin Shen had to first possess an extremely strong control over the Folding Fan in order to truly utilize the seemingly chaotic Butterfly Fan Skill.

Time after time he flung out the Folding Fan, and the trajectory of the Inheritance Fan became more and more bizarre, soaring up and plunging down, veering left and darting right, like a butterfly fluttering around Lin Shen in dance.

The ranking battles among the species continued, though they hardly concerned ordinary people.

Ascenders like Lin Shen, and even those at the Nirvana Level, simply lacked the capability to appreciate battles among the Immortals.

The visuals of the fights usually started with a terrifying Light Explosion and ended with one just as frightening.

In between, there would occasionally be a meteorite or planet blowing up; when Immortals took action, one couldn’t even see their figures—they were just too fast.

Aside from the somewhat entertaining battles among the lower-ranking Nirvana Beings, fights between Immortals were really only about observing the changes in rankings.

Rankings at the forefront of the universe were far too distant for Lin Shen, and even for the entire Human race, they were as remote as a dream.

Lin Shen had no interest in who was the number one in the universe. He was solely focused on practicing the Butterfly Fan Skill, with the Folding Fan in his hands becoming more and more lifelike, resembling a butterfly about to take flight.

"Where did you see this statue?" His communicator vibrated with a voice message from his older sister, Lin Miao.

Upon leaving the Golden Buddha Temple, Lin Shen had sent the photographed wooden carving to his sister, hoping she could identify it and determine if the other wooden figure was indeed their second brother.

Perhaps Lin Miao had been busy with work and had not replied to his message until now.

"Is the figure in the statue carved our second brother?" Lin Shen could tell from his sister’s tone that there might be a development.

"It does look a bit like him. Where did you get this wood carving? The figure carved as Xiao Yin should be his appearance around the age of twenty, which you should not have seen before," Lin Miao’s voice message quickly followed up.

Lin Shen hastily described his visit to the Golden Buddha Temple and also sent a picture of the wooden carving of Tie to his sister.

"So looking at it this way, Tie is probably not our second brother," Lin Shen said.

"Not necessarily," Lin Miao replied with a series of voice messages. "According to what Master Chao Du said, he saw your second brother first, and then many years later, he saw Tie. Perhaps something happened in between that changed your second brother’s appearance, causing Master Chao Du to mistake them for two different people when in fact they are both your second brother, just that one is from twenty years ago and the other from more than twenty years later."

"Eh, that way, it seems there’s no problem," Lin Shen thought it could be possible.

But with that, proving that Tie was not his second brother became even more difficult.

"Lin Shen, don’t be so doubtful. Lately, I’ve been chatting a lot with your second brother and there are many things that only he would know. He is definitely your second brother, there’s no mistake," his sister said with certainty.

"Understood, sister," Lin Shen replied, somewhat helplessly.

He too hoped that Tie was his second brother and wished that his brother was still alive, but the disparities between the two were just too significant. He had to clarify things, as it was unreasonable to ambiguously acknowledge someone as his brother.

What if Tie was not his second brother? If he gave up the search now, wouldn’t that be unfair to the real second brother?

Moreover, his third and fourth brothers were still striving to avenge their second brother. Lin Shen wanted to contact them but didn’t have any means to reach them.

Lin Shen wanted to make a trip to the Di Man Tribe to discuss the matter with his third brother, but unfortunately, the Celestial Race and the Di Man Tribe were like fire and water, and he had a deep grudge with the Di Man Tribe. No matter what identity he used to go there, he would not survive.