He always treated this Cultivation Technique as a fitness and health Magic Technique, sticking to Cultivation, usually just feeling that his vision, perception, and reaction were much sharper than before.
Never thought there would be a day it would be put to great use.
It wasn’t until in that eerie and horrifying ntal hospital that the benefits of this Cultivation Technique truly manifested.
Several tis, relying on his far superior night vision ability, he discovered monsters hidden in the dark ahead of ti, narrowly avoiding deadly sneak attacks.
Lately, when facing the strange green light emitted from the lantern held by the psychiatrist, he also relied on this Cultivation Technique to spontaneously operate within his body, freeing him from that invisible constraint, thus securing the opportunity for subsequent counterattacks.
"The president was right, sticking to practice every day does indeed improve physical and ntal appearance."
Xiao Shuai muttered softly.
At least now, facing those terrifying monsters, he’s completely different from his previous cowardly self when he was a hooligan, who would hide at the slightest danger.
Instead, he can calm down to ponder counterasures and attempt to counterattack.
Even in life-and-death monts, the fear surging within him lted entirely, like ice and snow eting sunlight.
He even dared to clutch the rudintary weapon beside him and chose to confront those incredibly mighty monsters head-on.
The whole person seed to have undergone a transformation, with even the inherent inferiority and cowardice fading.
Upon careful reflection, Xiao Shuai himself found it sowhat unbelievable.
Without the foundation of this Cultivation Technique, he probably couldn’t even handle those initial "patients," let alone survive to see the psychiatrist.
Thinking of this, the threads in his mind seed a bit clearer, but then plunged into a greater fog.
What exactly is the motivation of the person orchestrating this trial?
Perhaps, there exists a certain consciousness behind the scenes, treating them as so kind of experintal subjects, secretly observing the test.
Or perhaps, the other side is just mocking and amusing themselves with them...
Xiao Shuai shook his head, flinging these chaotic thoughts out of his mind.
The whole affair was too bizarre, far beyond his realm of understanding, and blindly guessing on his own might lead to misdirection.
At this mont, the image of that man as dazzling as the sun involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
The president’s capability already transcends the Domain of mortals.
The Cultivation Technique he imparted is precisely the key to dealing with this bizarre trial.
If there is one person in this world who can explain all this, that person can only be the president.
Regarding the president, Xiao Shuai’s feelings have long surpassed re reverence and gratitude.
It’s a near-faithful admiration, viewing the other as the sole light source in his life path.
Facing such incomprehensible, worldview-overturning events, seeking the president’s guidance is his only and correct choice.
At this thought, all confusion and fear instantly vanished.
Xiao Shuai pressed the half-smoked cigarette butt hard against the wall, extinguishing that spark.
He turned and looked towards the distant blaze of lights, as if he had already seen his direction.
He must contact the president tomorrow and report this matter completely and thoroughly.
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The dense black fog flowed slowly like water.
In the sea of fog stood a massive building like a solitary island.
Within this building, the outer walls of which were mottled, ti seed forever frozen at a certain mont.
The tall figure of the "psychiatrist," holding a syringe filled with dark red liquid, motion stopped in mid-air.
In the darkness, the "patients" and "nurses" attracted by the alarm also maintained their forward-charging postures, constituting silent and terrifying sculptures.
Xiao Shuai and Xu Hao’s figures had long vanished without a trace.
Amid this frozen silence, a soft strand of golden light appeared at the center of the corridor.
The light gently spread, condensing into a slender figure.
He wore simple casual clothing, surrounded by a layer of golden halo, pushing back the surrounding darkness.
"The fight was quite intense..."
Fang Cheng scanned the frozen scene before him, frowning slightly.
As if responding to his subtle emotional fluctuations, the entire space began to change silently.
The nearby "psychiatrist," along with the various monsters in the corridor, simultaneously displayed fine golden cracks on their surfaces.
Light seeped from the cracks, rapidly spreading to the whole body.
There was no explosion, not even a trace of sound.
The monsters that once brought great fear to Xu Hao and Xiao Shuai disassembled silently, transforming into golden light particles flying in the air.
Eventually, they all disappeared into the darkness.
Fang Cheng then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Snap."
A crisp sound, seemingly a command.
Outside the window, the thick gray mist instantly dissipated like the receding tide.
Subsequently revealing the blue sky and a dazzling sun behind it.
Golden sunlight filtered through the windows, flooding the corridor and hall, dispelling all the gloom and horror.
The once dilapidated ntal hospital, under the shine of sunlight, unexpectedly seed sacred and peaceful.
Fang Cheng stepped forward, passing through the doorway ford by sunlight.
The decayed wooden board underfoot transford into a solid stone step when he lowered his feet.
After a few steps, he was already standing in the sunny courtyard.
He stood with his hands behind his back, slightly raised his head, gazing at the plaque above the building inscribed with "East Capital Seventh ntal Hospital."
A faint sense of interest surfaced on his face, like a designer who just completed a masterpiece, examining his labor of love.
The Spiritual Resonance Consciousness Descent was a great success.
Fang Cheng accurately summoned Xu Hao and Xiao Shuai from two ends of the city into this Inner World.
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