Free Web NovelChapter 41: Chapter 39: Basic Meditation Technique Improvement Complete
Anya seemed to see the hesitation in Mo Ning’s eyes and smiled. "You don’t know me well and have reservations. I completely understand."
She paused, her tone becoming more serious. "But I can promise you that I will follow your commands completely, like a soldier obeying a general."
A flicker of emotion crossed Mo Ning’s eyes.
From his perspective, the statement "like a soldier obeying a general" carried far more weight than "I can protect you."
In a team, the most terrifying thing wasn’t a teammate who wasn’t brave enough, but one with their own agenda.
If this Noble Lady truly followed orders completely—even if she were a terrible teammate, as long as she strictly obeyed commands, she wouldn’t cause too much trouble.
Anya said no more, just watched him with a steady gaze.
At this moment, the last few figures in the cafeteria disappeared through the doorway, leaving only the colorful fish swimming back and forth beyond the water wall.
Mo Ning weighed his options for a long while before finally nodding. "Alright. I do need a teammate."
The second general assessment was approaching. He decided to "try her out" first. If he found she wasn’t a suitable teammate, he wouldn’t mind kicking her to the curb.
Anya’s face broke into a smile, as radiant as spring sunlight piercing through the clouds. "Persuading you really isn’t easy."
Mo Ning returned her smile, his tone as calm as if he had just closed a simple business deal. "Caution is a virtue."
Anya didn’t press the topic.
She changed the subject. "My father is Viscount Sege. I’ve received a lot of support from my family."
The moment she finished speaking, her right hand moved—a streak of green light shot through the air, flying quickly toward Mo Ning.
"Catch!"
Mo Ning instinctively reached out and accurately caught the object she had thrown.
Anya had already spun around and was striding toward the door. Only her words drifted back:
"This will make it easier for us to communicate. I’m heading back first."
The Noble Lady left so quickly she didn’t give Mo Ning any chance to refuse.
Mo Ning watched her graceful figure disappear through the doorway. His lips moved, but he ultimately kept his mouth shut.
He shook his head and looked down at the object in his hand.
It was a green ring.
From its appearance, it seemed to be made of wood. The fine grain shimmered with a soft luster in the light.
But it felt quite heavy in his hand, with the distinctive ice-cold texture of metal.
A faint halo of light flowed across the ring’s surface, as if something were slowly moving within it, or as if moonlight had been frozen inside.
His Spiritual Intuition told him—this was a Witchcraft Item.
Mo Ning took a sharp breath, his Spiritual Power quietly probing the ring and touching a dormant Spirit Seal.
The instant his Spiritual Power made contact, the Spirit Seal activated, and a stream of information flowed into his mind.
It was the "instruction manual" left by the creator, a feature most Witchcraft Items possessed.
He instantly knew the ring’s name—[Secret Technique Whisper].
This item had only one function: communication.
Within a twenty-kilometer range, the item could transmit information, including sound, text, and images.
The method of use was very simple: after activating the Spirit Seal, speak toward the ring to directly transmit your voice to the designated target.
"Weaving" text with Spiritual Power allowed one to send text messages, for times when transmitting voice was inconvenient.
Images were a bit more complex, requiring another function. It could "take" a picture like a camera to transmit an image.
The "instruction manual" even included a sample photograph as an example.
The photograph wasn’t a two-dimensional picture but a three-dimensional holographic image. Its clarity was remarkably high, with the objects within it showing clear depth and layers.
This left a deep impression on Mo Ning.
And the twenty-kilometer transmission range elevated the practicality of the [Secret Technique Whisper] to another level.
For an Apprentice, this was probably something worth drooling over!
Mo Ning had seen a similar item on [Dawa’s Grocery List], priced by the academy at 380 Black Tower Points.
At this moment, he truly felt a bit envious of Anya’s family background.
Just by entering the academy, her family could provide so many resources. Once she became an official Apprentice in the future, wouldn’t they provide even more?
Mo Ning’s feelings were complicated. ’Does this count as... me living off a woman?’
As the saying goes, taking gifts ties your hands. Having accepted the [Secret Technique Whisper], he really had no way to refuse Anya’s offer to be his teammate.
This was clearly her true intention.
’But I have to admit, this "soft rice" tastes pretty good.’
So far, he had already obtained three Witchcraft Items. His Eye of Truth wouldn’t lack for things to analyze now.
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As the hands of the clock crept toward eleven in the morning, Mo Ning was completely oblivious—his entire consciousness was immersed in his boundless Spiritual World.
Right now, sixty-five stars were already shining here.
They were independent yet faintly resonated with one another, like scattered notes in some grand symphony.
The final node was taking shape.
Mo Ning’s Spiritual Power formed an invisible giant hand, lifting hundreds of Demon Seed Groups and slowly moving them toward the sixty-sixth position.
He didn’t dare to be the least bit careless.
The complexity of the last few nodes far exceeded all the previous ones.
The first sixty nodes each contained merely two to three hundred Demon Seed Mappings. But these final six nodes each exceeded four hundred.
Four hundred Demon Seed Mappings condensed into several dozen Demon Seed Groups, which then merged to form a single node.
The more Demon Seed Mappings and Demon Seed Groups there were, the greater the difficulty of the final fusion into a node.
The classic texts he had read in the Royal Library had repeatedly warned about this:
"The Demon Seed Group is too precise and also too fragile."
"Therefore, the step of fusing multiple Demon Seed Groups into a node—you must, and please note, this is a ’one-hundred-percent must’—maintain the stability of your Spiritual Power."
"The slightest disturbance in Spiritual Power is highly likely to trigger a sympathetic resonance among multiple Demon Seed Groups. Once that happens, the worst-case scenario will occur—"
"You will personally witness these beloved yet hated Demon Seed Groups, as if whipped by a ’Mountain Rock Fiend’ with a tree trunk, scattering with a wail to every corner of your Spiritual World."
"These Demon Seed Groups will immediately collapse, triggering a tremor throughout your entire Spiritual World. Trust me, it’s not a pleasant feeling."
"At this point, you must endure the nauseating feeling of the world spinning and complete two tasks as quickly as possible."
"First, immediately find any Spiritual Medicine that can stabilize your mental state—a Magic Potion would be even better—and apply the ointment to your rough, unwashed face that you haven’t cleaned in days."
"Second, sit down immediately—lying down is also fine—and do everything in your power to stabilize your Spiritual World and protect the other nodes, lest they suffer too great an impact and collapse along with it."
The author also sincerely advised: it is best to practice for more than two years before attempting to build a model in the Spiritual World.
But Mo Ning had only been practicing for a little over five months.
But he had the aid of the [Eye of Truth].
Those complex operational steps, that experience that could only be accumulated through countless failures—under the gaze of the [Eye of Truth], they were all deconstructed, quantified, and optimized.
In less time than others, he had mastered a more precise level of control.
Despite this, three close calls still occurred while fusing the final few nodes.
Each time, it happened just before the crucial moment of fusion—the Demon Seed Groups, which had been orderly, suddenly scattered in all directions like dandelion seeds in the wind.
An ordinary newcomer would have most likely panicked.
And panic was the precise catalyst for spiritual tremors—the more you panicked, the more violent the tremors became; the more violent the tremors, the more you panicked.
Once caught in this vicious cycle, all previous efforts could be for naught.
But Mo Ning remained extremely calm.
He just precisely controlled the output of his Spiritual Power, "capturing" the escaping Demon Seed Groups one by one, returning them to their positions, recalibrating them, and preparing them for fusion again.
A moment later, dozens of Demon Seed Groups "docked" into their designated area like ships.
They flashed in unison, reluctantly drew closer, and finally merged into a single bright point of light.
The [Eye of Truth] faithfully provided a notification:
[Spiritual Power consumed: 0.012%. Current remaining: 64.28%.]
The next moment, something wondrous happened.
The sixty-six nodes simultaneously emitted a hazy halo of light.
Every node was glowing, and every node was vibrating faintly at its own frequency.
Then, they began to resonate.
It was as if sixty-six Thunderous Bells had been struck at once, their sounds converging in the void into a deep, prolonged hum that could pierce the very soul.
Mo Ning could feel his entire Spiritual World trembling gently.
The next step was to draw out the "Magic Energy Level Orbit"—or "Magic Energy Track" for short—and construct it between the numerous nodes.
Only by adding the Magic Energy Tracks could the nodes be truly integrated into a whole.
This step had only one requirement—speed!
The faster, the better!
This was because, as time went on, the nodal resonance would grow increasingly intense.
If it were allowed to continue, the resonance would become too great for the nodes to bear.
It could even trigger a violent tremor throughout the entire Spiritual World, reducing all his previous efforts to nothing in an instant.
Therefore, in the eyes of many Apprentices, "building" any kind of model in the Spiritual World, whether it was a Witchcraft Model or any other, was a path fraught with thorns.
Difficult!
Too difficult!
But Mo Ning moved as if he had practiced this thousands of times.
At a dazzling speed, his spiritual hand swept over node after node, establishing one Magic Energy Track after another.
Bridges of light extended from the nodes, tracing graceful arcs through the void, like an invisible net slowly unfurling.
In fact, he had indeed practiced it thousands of times.
He just had to use the [Eye of Truth] to create a virtual model in his Consciousness Space and then practice it over and over again.
It was tedious and boring, but very effective.
Mo Ning had long grown accustomed to the company of solitude. Before falling asleep last night, he had practiced it a mere one thousand times.
That was all.
Two seconds later, over three hundred Magic Energy Tracks were efficiently and precisely constructed between the sixty-six resonating nodes.
It was finished.
But not yet successful.
For a rare moment, Mo Ning grew nervous.
His entire consciousness was focused on his Spiritual World, carefully observing the changes in the Divine Statue Model.
There was one and only one standard for verifying if a Divination Model was successful—whether the model had produced a "Magic Radiance Image."
Or, in other words—Magic Radiance.
No Magic Radiance meant the model had an error, and everything had to be torn down and rebuilt.
One second.
Two seconds.
BOOM—!
An illusory roar suddenly resounded from the depths of his Spiritual World, like an ancient bronze bell being struck.
The corners of Mo Ning’s mouth immediately curled up.
One book had clearly stated: "A successful model is often accompanied by a roar in the spirit; this is Divination’s declaration of victory."
Another book offered a more detailed explanation: "These roars, which seem to penetrate the soul, signify that the model has successfully embedded itself in the Ocean of Magical Power and has triggered a magical echo within it."
In short—he had succeeded.
Mo Ning’s heart began to beat a little faster.
For the vast majority of Apprentices, entering an uncharted domain and building a never-before-seen model meant failing over and over again. This was perfectly normal.
Succeeding on the first try was an event of extremely low probability.
And he had done it.
Soon, tiny, arcane points of light began to appear out of thin air around the model.
The points of light were as fine as motes of dust, emitting a faint glow, like bioluminescent plankton floating in the deep sea.
They came from nothingness, circling, drifting, and gathering around the model, their numbers increasing exponentially.
After a few blinks of an eye, the points of light had completely submerged the model.
The entire Phantom Carved Divine Statue was enveloped in radiance, as if draped in a veil woven from starlight.
The Magic Radiance had finally appeared!
The smile on Mo Ning’s face grew wider.
