Teacher Han's Invitation

As he spoke, Lin Ciyan slowly closed his eyes, demonstrating the true essence of the Relaxation Cultivation Method. His tousled golden hair fell over his forehead, gleaming with a faint golden sheen beneath the sunlight.

His entire presence was like a cup of water gently set down—no violent fluctuations, no deliberate suppression, simply settling naturally.

"Second step. Let your Soul Power flow through your meridians on its own. Like water flowing through a riverbed... there's no need to deliberately dig a new channel. Just let it follow its existing paths naturally."

A visible mass of five-colored radiance slowly seeped from his body. It was not the imposing eruption of Soul Power, but a soft, elastic field of energy, like living silk, spreading outward from him.

Red, gold, cyan, blue, and purple intertwined and flowed. There was no scorching heat, nor any icy sharpness—only a gentle warmth that made people unconsciously want to close their eyes.

"Third step. Don't think about anything. Winning, losing, Soul Power, ranks, tomorrow—don't think about any of it. Just pretend you have an entire afternoon, and there's nothing you need to do."

His voice grew softer and softer, until in the end, his lips were barely moving.

Yet that five-colored field of energy grew denser and denser, as though an invisible warm blanket had been spread over the entire little grove.

Ants crawled across the grass, but after encountering the energy field, their pace noticeably slowed. Birds chirped twice in the woods, and by the third call, it had become a muddled coo.

People lay sprawled all over the grass.

Zhou Sicheng had fallen flat on his back in the middle of the lawn, limbs spread wide, a blade of grass between his lips as he squinted up at the swaying canopy overhead.

Cao Jinxuan's posture