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Chapter 204: Chapter 172 Protector
Looking at the scene before him, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but feel an illusion.
He even doubted whether he should start calling Lin Chuqiao a witch.
"This is my meditation room, outsiders are usually not allowed in here, you are the first man fortunate enough to be here."
Seeing Fang Cheng appeared quite curious, Lin Chuqiao then explained.
"Do these things really work?"
Fang Cheng asked casually, examining the talismans dancing on the talisman paper and those crooked crosses.
"That depends on whether you believe in them or not, belief makes it effective, disbelief does nothing."
Lin Chuqiao smiled lightly and said candidly:
"Regardless of whether they work or not, having these aids at least helps me maintain mental peace and quiet. In psychology, this is called the placebo effect, which can have a positive guiding impact on people."
The two talked for a bit.
Lin Chuqiao then took out some matches and started to light the circle of candles placed on the floor.
As the gentle light of the candles flickered and swayed, the room became slightly brighter.
"Place the young girl in the center, I’ll go change my clothes."
Lin Chuqiao instructed and then walked towards the changing room next door.
Fang Cheng did as told and quietly waited.
A few minutes later, she came out dressed in a plain white yoga outfit, having changed from her skirt.
The outfit, being quite form-fitting, perfectly showcased her nearly flawless curves.
The candlelight shone on her beautiful and elegant face, which was as white as snow, seemed to be coated with wax, slightly glowing.
Seeing Fang Cheng examining her, Lin Chuqiao’s cheeks blushed slightly as she boldly asked:
"How is it, do I look more poised than usual?"
Fang Cheng shook his head and said:
"I think you don’t need any poise at all, otherwise you would be the public enemy among other women."
Lin Chuqiao couldn’t help but smile, and added another explanation:
"I only dress like this when I am meditating alone, you see how plain I look normally."
After the joke, she immediately turned serious and said:
"Later, I will try to reach Wen Xin’s deep subconscious to see if I can awaken her self-consciousness."
"This process must be absolutely quiet, otherwise, it could cause unpredictable harm to both of us."
"Normally, I don’t allow others to watch, but I am very reassured with you, so you can act as my protector."
As Lin Chuqiao carefully explained the precautions, she sat cross-legged in front of Wen Xin.
She adjusted her posture and breathing, then slowly closed her eyes, entering the meditation state.
Fang Cheng held his breath and concentrated, standing quietly aside, careful not to make any sounds that might disturb her.
The burning candles and the talisman papers plastered on the walls.
Made the scene look like a ritual formation, exuding a mysterious and fantastical atmosphere.
Lin Chuqiao, sitting in meditation, held Wen Xin’s hands with both of hers.
Gradually, sweat beads formed on her smooth forehead, her fair complexion turned a bit warm and flushed, and her breathing became more rapid.
It seemed she encountered some difficulties, looking strained.
Meanwhile, Wen Xin’s face wrinkled, seemingly responsive, her long eyelashes trembling more intensely.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, closely watching the changes in their expressions.
Just when his concern was becoming intense.
Lin Chuqiao suddenly opened her eyes, exhaling deeply.
"How is it?"
Fang Cheng immediately asked.
"Almost there."
Lin Chuqiao furrowed her brows, breathing slightly heavily:
"I can vaguely sense Wen Xin’s self-consciousness, but I have never had any interaction with her before, so it’s difficult to establish a connection now. I’ll rest for an hour and try again."
Looking at her tired expression, Fang Cheng considered for a moment, then said:
"Let me give it a try."
Lin Chuqiao raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at him:
"Are you sure you can handle it? Peering into someone’s subconscious without entering Meditation can be very dangerous."
"It’s fine."
Fang Cheng stepped into the circle of candles, ready to take Lin Chuqiao’s place.
"I’ve learned quite a bit at the True Thought Society, enough to touch the edge of Meditation. Just tell me what to do."
Seeing his firm attitude, Lin Chuqiao bit her lip and hesitated for a moment.
Remembering Fang Cheng’s previous inconceivable performances, she then nodded in agreement.
"You must remember, to maintain restraint in Meditation, distinguish between reality and illusion, and never be tempted by abnormal sounds or visions."
"You can start by controlling your breathing to place your body in the most comfortable state, through adjusting the body to adjust the mind, and treat this circle of candles as a marker for your return..."
"Once adapted, proceed into the deeper subconscious world, looking for the faint light emitted by Wen Xin’s consciousness in the dark void..."
Under Lin Chuqiao’s guidance, Fang Cheng took Wen Xin’s delicate hand and stared at the spot between her eyebrows.
After meticulously following the instructions, he attempted to enter the Meditation State.
For the current him, meditation was as simple as eating and drinking, and controlling the rhythm of breathing was his strong suit.
After slightly adjusting his mindset, he quickly entered an all too familiar state of clarity.
He felt his entire body radiating light, as if he had turned into a burning flame.
Without the need to look around, he could clearly see the talisman papers on the walls and the Praying Bells on the ceiling.
And Lin Chuqiao, standing outside the circle, reflected in the dim candlelight.
Then, he looked towards Wen Xin’s face.
A white gleam appeared at her forehead, and a faint blood-red light flashed intermittently, causing palpitation.
Fang Cheng then focused his thoughts on the center of the white light.
Soon, his consciousness found itself in a spinning tunnel, plummeting downwards.
In a daze, he saw a light-emitting exit ahead.
With a slight thought, Fang Cheng’s eyes, like lightning, seemed to pierce through the void.
Then, he instantly entered a dark, cold world.
Whoooosh—
The howling wind as if countless souls were weeping softly.
Fang Cheng steadied his feet on the ground, his gaze surveying the surroundings intently.
His heart trembled, what kind of world was this?
A desolate, frozen dark land, the blood-red sky filled with cracks.
Black hurricanes filled the space between heaven and earth, ravaging wildly.
At the same time, ash-like snowflakes silently drifted down.
Landing on his hand, they even caused Fang Cheng a bone-piercing pain.
Apart from darkness, there was blood red, cold and devoid of any life.
Was this Wen Xin’s subconscious world?
Fang Cheng was moved.
Suddenly, in the desolate stillness, he sensed a faint familiar vitality.
In the darkness, a very faint white light flickered.
Like a candle in the wind, flickering uncertainly, about to extinguish.
"This is..."
Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, vaguely sensing a connection forming.
Then, he saw in the darkness ahead, a lonely, thin figure.
"Wen Xin!"
Fang Cheng’s heart lifted slightly, and he called out immediately.
But the frail, delicate figure did not respond to him.
And as Fang Cheng approached, it instead walked further away.
