Wisteria Residence, Mimic Meditation Method

Under the blue sky and bright sun, the sunlight was scorching.

Ye Tian arrived at Bibi Dong's residence nearly one hour after leaving the orphanage. The one guiding him was an old acquaintance he had met only yesterday—Sigma, the Red Bishop in charge of martial soul awakenings.

"Saintess, your subordinate Sigma has brought your disciple Ye Tian to request an audience."

As Sigma called out respectfully,

Ye Tian surveyed the courtyard before him, which encompassed pavilions and towers.

He could not help cursing inwardly. What a rich person!

According to Sigma, aside from the Elder Hall, the Pope's Palace also contained the Saintess Hall. Yet several years ago, Bibi Dong had suddenly moved into this Wisteria Residence and become increasingly reclusive.

Others did not know the reason,

but Ye Tian did.

It simply could not be said.

As Sigma's words fell,

the two carved rosewood doors set into the low fence wall slowly opened.

There was not the slightest sound, as though they had been gently lifted open by the hot wind.

Looking inside, the bluestone path beneath delicate small feet shimmered with warm light from the sun. After several soft taps, Bibi Dong, dressed in pink and white casual clothes, was already standing at the entrance.

"You may leave."

"Yes, subordinate retires."

Sigma said nothing more. He bowed and slowly withdrew, leaving. Over the years, everyone had long grown accustomed to such a Saintess.

"Good morning, Saintess."

Ye Tian met Bibi Dong's gaze and greeted her calmly. His eyes held a trace of confusion. Compared to yesterday, Bibi Dong's complexion seemed even paler, her brow slightly furrowed as though she were enduring something.

Bibi Dong glanced at Ye Tian without minding his form of address. She turned and walked into Wisteria Residence, casually issuing an indifferent command.

"Follow me."

"..."

Ye Tian took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in his heart as he strode forward.

There was nothing to fear.

No matter what Bibi Dong was like now, she would not harm a little bud like him.

When Ye Tian stepped through the gate,

Bibi Dong did not stop walking. She casually flicked her sleeve, and the rosewood doors slowly closed.

Ye Tian looked at the several phoenix trees on either side, each as thick as a bowl's mouth. Their branches drooped with crimson blossoms, the petals slightly curled from the sun, scattering broken red across the ground. Under the fence wall stood a flower trellis covered in looping wisteria vines. The leaves were dense enough to completely block the sun overhead, and beneath it sat a white jade stone table that looked wonderfully cool.

The neat orchid grass in the wall corner was spotless. Even the moss growing in the stone slab seams had grown neatly.

Not long after stepping inside,

Ye Tian felt that even the sunlight here seemed softer than it had been at the orphanage.

Following Bibi Dong across the stone arch bridge,

the running water beneath it was crystal clear. Swimming fish churned beneath the lotus leaves before darting along the water flow into the rockery crevices.

On the other side of the bridge stood the main pavilion. Copper bells hung from its flying eaves and upturned corners. Though the wind did not make them ring, they made the few glazed tiles at the eaves shine even brighter—rare peacock blue, glimmering with minute rays of light beneath the sun.

After passing through the somewhat winding corridor,

several lofts lay hidden behind banana leaves.

The vermilion window grilles were half-open, and the ice crack pattern gauze curtains inside could vaguely be seen hanging down.

This classical and luxurious residence had truly broadened Ye Tian's horizons. He had never expected that one day, he would live in such a top luxury mansion with a retro style!

What style!

Every day, he envied rich people.

"Come in."

Upon arriving at the middle loft, Bibi Dong's voice was far colder than before.

The rampant killing intent made Ye Tian instantly lose all interest in strolling around. He also understood why Bibi Dong was in poor condition.

He focused his mind and followed her inside.

He glanced at the master bedroom with its half-open door. After hesitating for a moment, Ye Tian still lowered his head and went in.

Agarwood fragrance lingered around him, elegant and clear.

Ye Tian's tense heartstrings gradually relaxed again. Calmly, he swept his gaze over the tea table, sofa, dressing table, and sofa bed. The layout was simple, but the materials were extravagant. It was still rich and powerful!

"Come here. Take this and read it."

Hearing Bibi Dong's voice, Ye Tian remained silent. As instructed, he walked to the bed and looked at the woman seated before him.

Curiously, he reached out and accepted the small notebook Bibi Dong handed him.

"Mimic Meditation Method?"

Ye Tian looked at the words on the cover, and his interest was immediately piqued. Without needing Bibi Dong to say more, he quickly flipped through it.

His pitch black eyes sparkled.

Ye Tian was no stranger to meditation. Back when he had been a Daoist youth, he meditated for half an hour every night before sleep. That habit had even continued until now.

He had also encountered meditation methods capable of cultivating spirit power,

and was very proficient in them.

Spirit City was, after all, the holy land of spirit masters.

The school run by the orphanage naturally taught more than just reading and writing. It also taught the simplest meditation methods.

Yet the meditation method Bibi Dong had given him was clearly top-tier.

Less than half an hour later,

under Bibi Dong's surprised gaze, Ye Tian closed the small notebook and held it out to return it.

"Hmm?"

Bibi Dong frowned.

"Don't understand?"

"No, I've already learned it."

Ye Tian shook his head, confidence overflowing in his smile.

"..."

Bibi Dong looked at Ye Tian and frowned.

If Ye Tian had answered that he remembered it, Bibi Dong would have believed him. But he had said he had learned it. Was that possible?

This meditation method was not something that could be achieved in one step!

Even she had spent several days just entering the threshold, and three months before reaching great accomplishment. In her mental world, she had constructed a demon cave covered in spiderwebs.

"Are you sure?"

Bibi Dong stared at Ye Tian and asked again.

"Of course."

Ye Tian answered firmly.

This meditation method could be said to have been tailor-made for him and his martial soul!

"Heh."

Bibi Dong revealed a contemptuous cold smile. She pulled back the small notebook, glanced at the foot of the bed, and ordered,

"Then sit down and begin cultivation."

"Alright."

Ye Tian had long been eager to try.

Not caring whose bed it was, he took off his shoes, climbed onto it, and sat cross-legged.

His movements were extremely proficient.

Ye Tian slowly closed his eyes, his arms relaxed and naturally drooping, his two small hands overlapping at his dantian.

Embrace Elixir, See God.

Seeing Ye Tian appear so seasoned, Bibi Dong was somewhat surprised, yet she remained dismissive.

It was merely a showy display.

The crucial point of the Mimic Meditation Method did not lie in such superficial posturing.

Ye Tian gradually emptied his thoughts.

He activated his martial soul and slowly immersed himself in this first cultivation.

A clear and flawless pill appeared in Ye Tian's overlapping palms. White mist like an auspicious cloud drifted outward, swirling around Ye Tian and filling the entire room with a faint medicinal fragrance.

Tranquil and far-reaching, calm the mind and reduce impatience, focus the mind and remove fire.

Smelling the pill fragrance, Bibi Dong immediately felt the accumulated gloom in her chest cavity slowly dissipate. Her breathing became smooth, and her body became relaxed.

This was precisely the crucial point that had made her think of taking a disciple.

It was also what Ye Tian could do for her right now.

One breath in, one breath out. One breath in, one breath out.

Within just a few breaths,

Ye Tian found the most comfortable breathing frequency. His breath was long, steady and light.

But Bibi Dong, who was carefully breathing in the pill fragrance, slightly furrowed her brow. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at Ye Tian, who was becoming more and more fragrant.

How was this possible?!

Could this kid have already entered the threshold?!

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