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Caught in this mysterious state, Lin even had the illusion that his soul seemed to separate from his body, floating lightly, as if it could be blown away by the morning breeze at any moment.
He had already entered the lowest threshold of meditation, no longer within the realm of Meditation.
Some might say: Isn't this simple? Just sitting still and letting your mind wander?
In reality, it is not so. Many people can sit down, but letting their minds wander is another matter entirely. However, can you let your mind wander without moving while maintaining conscious awareness, and freeze the scene in a specific time and place, guided by your subconscious to immerse yourself in that feeling?
This requires a foundation; if Lin had not studied Herbal Cuisine, he would not have been able to enter such a magical state.
Having completed this crucial step, the next phase was the calling stage.
In unconscious reverie, there must also be a trace imprinted by subjective awareness, guiding the subconscious towards calling Dantian and Mysterious Gate...
Clearly, this was not something Lin could achieve at present. His previous foundation was limited to entering a meditative state; attempting to call forth was simply impossible.
Lin could not control the aimless thoughts of his subconscious. When he realized he had been lost in fantasy for too long and wanted to focus on something serious,
his subjective awareness began to awaken!
At the moment his subjective awareness awakened, the illusions of his subconscious shattered instantly!
With the breaking of the illusion, there was no mention of calling anymore. Lin suddenly opened his eyes and withdrew from the meditative state!
These two matters seemed contradictory, like two parallel lines that would never intersect.
Furrowing his brow and tilting his head slightly, Lin pondered deeply but could not understand how he could call upon Dantian's awakening without exiting the subconscious scene.
Of course, he couldn't figure it out. If Lin Yi could understand it all at once, he would be an unparalleled genius; how could he still be at "Flat" level one?
After sitting on the bed for a while without any clues, Lin Ye could only sigh and shake his head, muttering to himself: "Indeed, cultivation is not such a simple matter."
Lin's first challenge on the path of martial arts ended in failure.
Fortunately, this failure was not frightening at all, as it did not dampen Lin's spirits; instead, it ignited a stronger competitive desire within him, making him even more obsessed with cultivation.
Since he couldn't make sense of it after thinking it over, and knowing that cultivation is a long-term endeavor that shouldn't be constrained by a single setback, Lin decided to simply forget about that discouraging failure.
"I can't dwell on the failure, but I need to find out the reason for it... That book, 'Cultivation Beginner's Guide,' mentioned this kind of issue; I need to take another look..."
As soon as he turned around, Lin's head drooped again, mumbling to himself as he hurried back to his desk.
Lin now resembled a fool, much like those eccentric researchers, his entire demeanor appearing dispirited as if he wanted to bury himself in the cultivation books.
He stepped outside, turned the corner, and sat down at his desk. With his head lowered, he continued to study those books, occasionally nodding his head, a glimmer of realization flashing in his eyes as he muttered, "So that's how it is..."
Unbeknownst to him, there was a pot of porridge simmering in the kitchen that had already been cooking for over ten minutes, with white mist rising vigorously.
"Clang! Clang!" The wooden lid of the pot was being pushed up by the boiling bubbles, constantly colliding with the sides of the pot and producing strange sounds.
The time food could be tolerated before becoming unacceptable was surprisingly three seconds; this was Lin's psychological limit.
However, at this moment, that pot of porridge had surpassed even one hundred three-second intervals and had turned into a pot of "ruined porridge," which Lin deemed garbage and completely inedible!
This illustrates just how obsessed Lin was with cultivation—he could even forget about food.
This obsession stemmed from the allure of beginning cultivation; encountering the world of cultivation for the first time was like opening the door to a toy world for a child, captivating every kid's imagination.
Every boy has once harbored a dream of becoming a hero; however, this dream may have been worn away by reality or buried deep within their hearts.
As they grow older, dreams ultimately become mere fantasies that only appear at night.
Although Lin was reclusive, he had once been a child who dreamed of one day using the Sky Ladder to leap across rooftops, effortlessly employing the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms to take down any armed villains.
However, as Lin grew up, he realized that this childhood dream was laughable and childish, something that could never come true. Thus, he extinguished that thought like an ordinary person would.
But then, the door to the martial arts world opened up for him again, allowing him to encounter the coveted Internal Power. How could he not go crazy over it?
A stunning beauty might catch Lin Ke's eye, but when he saw a beggar wielding the Tathagata Palm, he couldn't help but take a second glance and mutter, "What a fool!"
...
While Lin was lost in his thoughts, outside the door, Fatty was in a panic, knocking loudly and shouting, "Bro! Bro!"
Fatty had been banging on the door for three minutes. Ever since he saw the Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge boiling outside the window, he had been incessantly pounding on the door, but there was no response from inside.
This made Fatty anxious; he feared something had happened to Lin.
After waiting and waiting without any news from Lin, Fatty's patience reached its limit. He was convinced that if Lin remained silent after being called out so many times, something must have gone wrong!
"Bro! I'm coming to save you!"
In his desperation, disregarding everything else, Fatty took two steps back and charged at Lin's door with all his might!
With a loud crash, the old wooden door shattered upon impact as Fatty burst into the house like an enraged bull!
"Bro! Where are you?"
Fatty roared, his left hand already gripping the High-Energy Ion Scattering Device. His mind raced with chaotic thoughts, speculating that Lin had either been kidnapped by the Warrior Exchange or captured by their fathers' enemies!
In that moment, Fatty felt invincible!
Fatty exuded an imposing presence, holding the High-Energy Ion Scattering Device that emitted a dazzling blue light, casting a dreamlike glow over half of his body.
His face was filled with anger, and his corpulent body trembled like a large jelly. Beneath him lay a shattered wooden door, dust and wood chips flying everywhere.
At that moment, Fatty felt an overwhelming sense of confidence; he believed he could take on a hundred opponents, like the hero in an action movie!
However, when Fatty burst into the room, he was taken aback.
He scanned the surroundings and finally spotted Lin huddled in the corner, sitting at a desk, nervously glancing at Fatty from the corner of his eye.
Lin's complexion was dreadful; it quickly flushed red, then turned purple, and finally became black, as if his face were changing masks.
Seeing Lin unharmed initially stunned Fatty, but then their gazes collided, sparking tension in the air.
Fatty's face also flushed rapidly as he awkwardly asked, "Bro, what are you doing?"
"Dead Fatty! I want to ask you the same thing! What are you doing?"
Fatty heard Lin's roar and couldn't help but shrink his neck, turning his head away as his chubby face contorted into an unappealing frown.
The atmosphere was incredibly strange; a morning breeze swept through, making Fatty feel a bit cold as he once again felt disheveled in the wind...
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