After their hurried third return to Lin’s house, they found Lin Feng’s mother had once again completely changed her attitude, while the sly vixen Lan Yu had already left. The two sighed in relief and inquired about Lin Feng’s whereabouts, only to learn he had gone back to his room. After knocking for a while with no answer, Xu Xiaoman decisively kicked the door open, confirming their worst fears. After taking the medicine, Lin Feng’s mother slowly regained consciousness and immediately rushed to her son. By then, Wang Xiaoyun had already moved Lin Feng back to bed and conducted a thorough examination, discovering he had entered an odd state of pseudo-death, seemingly attacked by an invisible external evil force, causing his internal energy to run wild and damage his heart meridian. Typically, this happens when someone practicing martial arts is disturbed, leading to a state known as “Qi deviation.”
Lin Feng had locked himself in his room; could it be that he was practicing and his emotions fluctuated, leading to this condition? This fool must have been upset by the earlier events, sulking and losing his focus, which caused this misfortune. He must have done this for her. What a silly guy, was she really that petty? Why didn’t he chase after her, making her have to lower her head? But you, idiot, why would you do something so rash, playing with your life? Don’t you know that one practicing martial arts should avoid being impatient? If only grandpa were here. Ever since their escape from Yuban Mountain, grandpa suddenly announced he would go into seclusion for several days, explicitly instructing her not to let Lin Feng know about his current situation, but only to urge Lin Feng to study the “Tao Te Ching” more diligently and reach the state of “Pregnancy of Qi Returning to Yang” as soon as possible. From grandpa’s expression, it seemed like something dreadful was about to happen, yet he wouldn’t clarify. Now that Lin Feng has encountered such a mishap, if they don’t act quickly to restore him, once his heart meridian is permanently damaged, he would never progress in his spiritual practice again, and might even remain in this state, unable to wake up from his inner demons. What was to be done?
For now, it seemed she had no choice but to take a risk. Lin Feng’s deep affection for her made Wang Xiaoyun feel she couldn’t be so petty. Aunt’s sudden warmth was odd, could it be as Xiaoman guessed, that the whole incident was orchestrated by the suspicious Lan Yu behind the scenes? If that was the case, she definitely wouldn’t let her succeed! Breaking Lin Feng’s situation was not her place, humph! Aunt, do you trust me? Wang Xiaoyun made up her mind to take a risk and use the same technique her grandpa had used before, employing the family’s “Soul Communication Technique,” to directly enter Lin Feng’s consciousness, help him, and wake him up. However, this required ensuring no disturbances during the process, so she naturally needed to first obtain Lin Feng’s mother’s consent, or it would be harmful to both. Lin Feng’s mother nodded affirmatively, now clear-headed, knowing Wang Xiaoyun would never harm her son, though she still felt a bit uneasy.
“Alright, Sister Xiaoman, please help Aunt to the living room; I need to perform the ritual, but I’m not sure how long it will take, so before then, you must ensure no one else enters Feng’s bedroom.” Seeing Wang Xiaoyun’s solemn expression, the two knew not to take this lightly, and immediately left the room together, gently closing the door behind them.
“Feng, it’s Xiaoyun. I believe you can hear me. Now, I’m here to help you break free from your inner demons. You must believe in yourself, believe in me, believe that together, we are unstoppable.” After overhearing Lan Yu’s conversation with Lin Feng on the rooftop, Wang Xiaoyun was deeply moved, perhaps not realizing that her decision to act was significantly influenced by Lan Yu’s declaration that she would do anything for Lin Feng.
“Feng, I am also willing to do anything for you!” Wang Xiaoyun, lacking her grandfather’s profound power, could only employ a close-contact posture to minimize the physical distance between them. The “Soul Communication Technique” essentially communicates through the mind, derived from the “Tao Te Ching” and evolved from ancient techniques of Yin-Yang interaction and the arts of the bedchamber. It emphasizes spiritual communion and physical intimacy. When Wang’s grandfather dared to perform this technique, it was out of a special affection for his junior brother’s descendant, unwilling to let him down, though he wasn’t entirely without any confidence in taking such a risk.
Firstly, before this, Lin Feng had never practiced such techniques, making him essentially a blank slate, minimally influenced by his original self; secondly, his own profound power gave him a seventy to eighty percent chance of controlling the entire process of energy flow, which could be described as a unidirectional, top-down technique. This is what people call the infusion of wisdom! At that time, he risked using the Heart Communication Technique to forcibly establish Lin Feng’s foundation, somewhat akin to how a senior Buddhist monk might awaken a disciple’s enlightenment through meditation. However, Wang Xiaoyun was different. Firstly, her spiritual essence was inherently Yin, and secondly, her power might not be significantly superior to Lin Feng’s. Lin Feng had reached the peak of the Qi Nurturing Return to Yang stage before suddenly going berserk. Her attempt to channel energy now was akin to a nine out of ten chance of death, an extreme gamble. Currently, Lin Feng’s skin was scalding hot, his root was erect, and the yang energy within him was too abundant, his desires too intense; it was evident that he had been thoroughly aroused by that fox spirit, Lan Yu. It was like a barrel of oil nearing its boiling point; even cooling it down or putting out the fire could hardly keep up with the rapid changes, yet now they were attempting to use even stronger stimuli to try to balance the explosive energy contained within. One misstep could cause the gun to go off, not only failing to reduce the heat or extinguish the fire but potentially triggering a massive explosion. If not handled well, if he harbored any evil thoughts during the energy flow, the spiritual foundation she had painstakingly built could be obliterated, submerged into Lin Feng’s extremely rigid and yang spirit body. Wang Xiaoyun naturally understood these dangers, but she also knew they could not afford to delay any longer; Lin Feng’s condition was deteriorating by the minute. This strange, intangible symptom, even if he were taken to a hospital, would likely be misdiagnosed as something else since doctors could find no clear signs. The girl’s shyness could no longer be considered as she gritted her teeth and began to remove Lin Feng’s clothes. Glancing at the prominent object standing erect, with blood vessels bulging and blood seeping out, it seemed it was still swelling, on the verge of bursting. Her heart trembled violently, as if a thousand flames were rising within her. “Disgusting pervert! You deserve to suffer!” she huffed. “Hmph! Surely, you were stirred up by that little fox spirit, yet you thoughtlessly tried to meditate and cultivate, leading to this state of qi deviation! You disgusting, stupid, dead idiot! Luckily, I know a way to alleviate your pain, but you’re getting off too easy!”
