173: Chapter 173 Protector

Chapter 173 Protector

Gazing at the scene before him, Fang Cheng couldn't help having an illusion.

He once suspected whether he should call Lin Chuqiao a witch.

"This is my Meditation room, and outsiders are usually not allowed in. You are the first man fortunate enough to come here."

Seeing Fang Cheng acting quite curious, Lin Chuqiao then explained,

"Are these things really useful?"

Fang Cheng asked casually, glancing at the swirling Dragon and Phoenix Talismans on the Talisman paper, as well as those crooked crosses.

"That depends on whether you believe it. If you believe, it's efficacious; if you don't, it's nothing."

Lin Chuqiao gave a light smile and said candidly,

"Anyway, whether it's useful or not, having these things to help out can at least let me maintain peace and quiet in my heart. In psychology, this is called the suggestion effect, which can produce a positive and guiding role on people."

The two spoke a few words.

Lin Chuqiao then took out a match and lit the circle of candles arranged on the floor one by one.

As the specks of candlelight flickered and swayed, the room suddenly became a bit brighter.

"You put the little girl in the middle position, and I'll go change clothes first."

Lin Chuqiao instructed, then walked towards the changing room nearby.

Fang Cheng followed her instructions and waited quietly.

A few minutes later, she was seen changing out of her skirt, wearing a plain white yoga outfit, and stepping out gracefully.

Because the clothes were relatively form-fitting, they displayed her nearly perfect curves vividly.

The candlelight shone on her refined and ethereal face, and her skin, already white as snow, seemed dyed with a layer of wax, slightly glowing.

Seeing Fang Cheng sizing her up, a flush of red appeared on Lin Chuqiao's cheeks, and she asked generously,

"How is it? Do I have more temperament than usual?"

Fang Cheng shook his head and said,

"I think you don't need temperament at all, otherwise you'll become the public enemy of other women."

Lin Chuqiao couldn't help smiling and deliberately explained further,

"I only dress like this when practicing Meditation alone. Haven't you seen how old-fashioned I usually am?"

After the joke, her expression immediately turned solemn, and she said seriously,

"In a moment, I will try to enter Wen Xin's deep subconscious to see if I can awaken her self-awareness."

"This process must maintain absolute silence, otherwise it is very easy to cause unpredictable harm to both parties."

"Normally, I don't allow others to watch nearby, but I trust you very much, so you can just be my Protector."

While carefully explaining the precautions, Lin Chuqiao sat cross-legged in front of Wen Xin.

After slightly adjusting her posture and breathing, she slowly closed her eyelids and began entering the Meditation state.

Fang Cheng stood aside holding his breath, not daring to make any sound, so as not to disturb the other party.

The burning candles in front of him and the Talisman paper pasted all over the four walls

made this scene look like a set-up magic circle, possessing quite a bit of illusory and mysterious feeling.

Sitting quietly in Meditation, Lin Chuqiao held Wen Xin's hands with both hands.

Gradually, droplets of sweat seeped from her smooth forehead, her fair face became somewhat hot and flushed, and her breathing began to quicken.

It seemed she encountered some kind of difficulty and appeared very strained.

At the same time, Wen Xin's face was wrinkled, and as if sensing something, her long eyelashes trembled even more violently.

Fang Cheng slightly knitted his brows, staring closely at the changes in the expressions of the two.

Just as the worry in his heart grew thicker,

Lin Chuqiao suddenly opened her eyes and let out a long breath.

"How is it?"

Fang Cheng asked immediately.

"Almost."

Lin Chuqiao knitted her willow eyebrows and panted slightly,

"I can vaguely feel Wen Xin's self-awareness, but she and I have never had any intersection before, so it's very hard to establish a connection now. Wait for me to rest for an hour and try again."

Looking at her exhausted face, Fang Cheng considered for a moment, then said,

"Let me try."

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao raised her willow eyebrows and looked at him in surprise:

"Can you do it? Without entering samadhi, spying on someone else's subconscious is very dangerous."

"It's fine."

Fang Cheng stepped into the circle of light composed of candles, preparing to replace Lin Chuqiao's position.

"I've learned a lot in the Zhenxiang Society, and I'm already close enough to touch the edge of samadhi. Just tell me what to do."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Lin Chuqiao bit her lip and hesitated for a moment.

Remembering Fang Cheng's various magical performances that had previously exceeded her expectations, she nodded in agreement.

"Remember, samadhi requires maintaining restraint, distinguishing between true and false, and never being tempted by certain abnormal sounds or illusions."

"You can first use the method of controlling breathing to put the body in the most comfortable state, adjust the mind by adjusting the body, and treat the halo formed by these candles as a beacon to return..."

"After adapting, enter the deeper subconscious world and look for the faint light emitted by Wen Xin's consciousness in the dark Void Realm..."

Under Lin Chuqiao's guidance, Fang Cheng held Wen Xin's delicate little hand and stared at the position between her eyebrows.

After following it meticulously, he tried to enter the Meditation state.

Meditation for him now was as simple as eating and drinking, and controlling breathing rhythm was also his specialty.

Without a single mistake, inspecting every single detail from inside out!

Having slightly adjusted his state of mind, he immediately entered a familiar state of emptiness and clarity.

Feeling his whole body glowing with light, he had transformed into a wisp of burning flame.

Without turning his head to look, he could clearly see the Talisman paper on the surrounding walls and the blessing bells on the ceiling.

As well as Lin Chuqiao standing outside the halo of light, reflected in the dim yellow candlelight.

Looking again at Wen Xin's face lying before him,

he saw a white fine light emerging from the center of her eyebrows, faintly flashing a trace of heart-palpitating blood red light.

Fang Cheng immediately directed his Focus to the very center of the white light.

Soon, his consciousness appeared in a dizzying tunnel, falling rapidly.

In a trance, he saw an exit emitting light ahead.

As his mind stirred slightly, Fang Cheng's gaze was like electricity, as if piercing through the Void Realm.

Then, he instantly entered a dark and cold world.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

Fierce winds howled, like countless wandering souls weeping in low voices.

Fang Cheng's feet landed steadily on the ground, and he gazed intently at the surrounding scene.

His heart couldn't help shaking. What kind of world was this?

A desolate, frozen dark earth, and a blood-colored sky covered with cracks.

Black hurricanes filled the space between heaven and earth, sweeping past wildly.

At the same time, ash-like snowflakes continuously and silently drifted down.

Falling on his hands, they could even cause Fang Cheng to feel a trace of bone-piercing pain.

Aside from darkness, there was only blood color, so cold that no vitality could exist.

Was this Wen Xin's subconscious world?

Fang Cheng's heart was touched.

Suddenly, amidst the desolate and dead silence, he sensed a trace of familiar vitality.

In the darkness, an extremely faint white light flickered faintly.

Like a candle in the wind, flickering uncertainly and about to go out.

"This is..."

Fang Cheng's gaze narrowed slightly, vaguely sensing that some connection was being generated.

Then he saw a lonely, skinny figure appearing in the darkness ahead.

"Wen Xin!"

Fang Cheng felt a slight joy in his heart and immediately shouted.

That thin and slender figure did not respond to him.

Furthermore, as Fang Cheng's footsteps approached, she instead walked further away.