The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 203: Unknown Cultivator

Chapter 203: Unknown Cultivator

As Xu Feng remained seated within the cave, he appeared almost like a statue carved from jade, a figure in serene stillness. His silver hair, once neatly arranged, now fell slightly disheveled but framed his ethereal features like a halo.

If one didn’t examine closely, they might mistake him for a motionless sculpture rather than a living being. His robes, though worn, still retained an air of grace and elegance, adding to the otherworldly aura surrounding him.

But the true marvel lay beneath the surface—what the naked eye couldn’t perceive.

With meticulous care, he regulated his breath, inhaling and exhaling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. His abilities seemed to synchronize with this rhythm, as if mirroring the rise and fall of his chest.

Then, with cautious determination, he attempted something he’d only read about in countless cultivation novels—a practice that involved channeling or circulating energy.

It was a dance of internal harmony, a symphony orchestrated between the rhythm of his breath and the flex of his abilities.

Summoning his courage, he ventured into territory familiar only from the pages of countless cultivation novels. He sought to engage in what those tales often called circulating energy or aura—a practice that involved channeling a formless energy within one’s body.

And in this instance, he substituted it with his abilities.

Xu Feng replaced the concept of ’energy’ with his abilities quite easily, it almost felt natural, like something he had done often.

To his astonishment, it worked.

A surge of exhilaration mixed with disbelief coursed through him. The inner workings of his abilities, once seemingly autonomous, now responded to his will. The energy, instead of circulating aimlessly within, obeyed his command, following the pathways he charted.

In the depths of his mind’s eye, Xu Feng navigated his abilities through his body in an excruciatingly slow motion. Each movement felt like carving through stone with a dull chisel—tedious, painstaking, and difficult.

As his abilities clumsily crossed his body, he experienced a sensation akin to being caught in the wheels of fate, a collision that threatened to grind him to dust. Pain rippled through him, manifesting as an ache that coursed through his entire being, his throat heavy with a taste of metallic sweetness, an ominous prologue to blood threatening to spill.

But the mysterious pull that had brought him here seemed to stir again, nudging him toward action even as his body protested.

Xu Feng’s will battled against the pain, urging him to persist, to attempt the energy circulation once more.

Just as he initiated the second loop, an unexpected intrusion startled him—a sensation of something like a hand, penetrating his being, probing into him. It began from around his navel, tracing a calculated path that meandered through his internal landscape.

The touch, though intangible, left an indelible imprint as it navigated, passing his heart, ascending higher through his body, and finally brushing against his crown.

The hand’s purpose became evident; it wasn’t mere intrusion but guidance.

It wasn’t merely exploring but unveiling something crucial. Each movement felt deliberate, as if it were orchestrating a silent symphony, conducting a secret revelation solely for Xu Feng’s understanding.

A hidden language was being communicated, a cryptic message conveyed through a mysterious touch.

Though disturbing, Xu Feng summoned his courage, letting go of the pain momentarily, and allowed himself to be led by this ethereal hand. It was showing him something important.

With a little something extra bult in his determination, Xu Feng aligned his abilities, echoing the invisible guide’s traced path within his being. Slowly and with great care, he boarded on the internal train ride, meticulously following the hand’s guidance.

Each circulation was deliberate, a measured exploration of his internal energy pathways, passing every inch of his body.

The initial circuits were loaded with discomfort, a slow and laborious journey marked by the persistent pain that accompanied his efforts. Yet, Xu Feng persevered, undeterred by the initial hurdles. By the fourth rotation, a transformation began to unfold.

The intrusive hand had retreated, leaving him to cover the energy channels alone.

As he continued to channel his abilities, the energy within him responded with increasing fluidity and agility. What was once a slow and difficult movement evolved into a harmonious dance, the essence within him flowing in synchronous response to his commands.

With each repetition, the discomfort waned, replaced by a growing sense of control and ease over his internal energies.

Gradually, time lost its meaning within the cocoon of his meditative state. Seconds blurred into minutes, hours into days, as Xu Feng probed deeper into the ethereal realm within. The passage of time became unimportant, an insignificant detail in the broader canvas of his inner journey.

For the silver haired ger, it all happened like a single, calming breath, each moment within the meditative trance offering a serene sanctuary where he was wholly absorbed in the intricate dance of his internal energies.

The external world faded away, leaving only the pulsating rhythm of his abilities flowing in mesmerizing harmony within him.

With a final turbid exhalation, Xu Feng felt a surge of vitality course through his veins, a sensation of life and energy he had never experienced before. It was as if he had awakened from a long slumber, his senses heightened, every fiber of his being tingling with renewed vigor.

He took a moment to take inventory of his body, his awareness enveloped solely in the sensations pulsating within him. Completely unconscious of the passage of time, only the growling emptiness in his stomach roused him from his reverie.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, greeted not by the still solitude of the cave but by the unsettling presence of another. A deep, dark pair of eyes locked onto his, accompanied by a translucent face with an expression so devoid of emotion, it bordered on indifference.

If that vision were to speak, Xu Feng imagined it uttering words akin to, "Can you leave now?"

For a moment, he was stunned by the unexpected encounter. His heart skipped a beat, a surge of fear jolting him back to the reality of the cave. But instead of recoiling, Xu Feng found a strange calmness settling over him. With a faint smile playing on his lips, he nodded almost imperceptibly in response to the silent inquiry, acknowledging the apparition’s silent request.