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The hall was completely silent, save for the soft breathing sounds. Chen Guan followed the instructions, relaxing his body and clearing his mind of distractions.

However, when he tried to explore inward, the sensations were unusually vague. The body's senses were clear; he could feel the heartbeat, breathing, and even the slightest tremors in the muscles. But the deeper, core of consciousness seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult to reach.

He concentrated his mind, trying to see into the mist. Faintly, he seemed to sense a glimmer of light, but it was extremely dim and flickering, like a candle burning in the wind.

"Don't force it, just feel it." Yun Zhi's voice was like a warm breeze, gently brushing through everyone's sea of ​​consciousness: "Everyone's spiritual power is different. Some are like a blazing torch, some are like a trickle, some are like a deep night sky... Find it, accept it, that is the first step."

Time passed slowly. Some people's brows relaxed, as if they had gained something; some people's foreheads were sweaty, and they looked a little anxious; some people's breathing was even, and they had entered the zone.

Chen Guan lingered at the edge of the thick fog, able to sense the faint light but unable to actually touch it, which made him somewhat discouraged. Could it be because this was just a disguise, not his true self?

Just when he was about to give up, suddenly, a very faint, icy touch came from the portable energy shield that was placed close to his chest.

The feeling was fleeting, but it gave him a slight jolt.

Then, he saw that the faint light flickering deep in the fog seemed to... resonate in some extremely subtle way with the icy feeling coming from the shield on his chest.

No, it wasn't resonance, but rather it illuminated the direction of that glimmer of spiritual light for him.

With the help of this dim light, Chen Guan's consciousness finally touched that glimmer of spiritual light that belonged to him. In an instant, an indescribable feeling surged into his heart. It was not a sense of powerful strength, but a sense of control that was as easy as using his own arm.

It seemed that he had become more adept at controlling this bodysuit, and his perception of the outside world had also become more acute.

He saw that although the faint light was dim, it was exceptionally tenacious, like a seed buried deep in the ground, silently absorbing nutrients and waiting for the day it would sprout.

Around the faint light, there were a few wisps of extremely thin, almost invisible gray mist. This mist was exactly the same in color and texture as the gray mist that had escaped from the cracks in the coffin when he was in front of the illusionary stone tablet.

Could it be... that gray mist is his spiritual power?

"Time's up." Yun Zhi's gentle voice rang out, waking everyone from their meditative state.

"For students trying for the first time, being able to vaguely perceive their own spiritual core is already quite good. Remember this feeling, practice diligently in the future, and your spiritual strength will gradually increase."

Chen Guan opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. Although his mental strength had not increased dramatically, the clearer perception and control he had over himself was a real gain.

More importantly, he seemed to have found the key to his spiritual power, a special connection to the coffin and his physical body, and... special items produced by the system also seemed to have an auxiliary effect?

No, the coffin seems to be a product of the system as well.

"Chen Guan," Yun Zhi said, her gentle gaze falling on him, "your spiritual perception seems somewhat special. There's no need to rush things; let things take their natural course, and you might reap unexpected rewards."

"Yes, thank you, Instructor Yunzhi." Chen Guan replied respectfully. Yunzhi, being a teacher, was indeed perceptive and noticed the abnormality in his mental energy.

The morning classes ended in a peaceful and serene atmosphere. Students left the meditation hall one after another, most of them looking relaxed. It was clear that this guided class was much more popular than Li Yan's class.

Chen Guan was in a good mood as he walked back to his dormitory; the mental strength course had given him new inspiration.

With no fixed plans for the afternoon, he decided to go to the library to continue studying theory.

Just as he was passing through a secluded tree-lined path, three figures blocked his way at the fork in the road ahead.

Leading the group was Liu Feiyu, who had changed into a more flamboyant fitted suit today. His hair was meticulously styled with hair gel, and he wore an undisguised malicious smile on his face.

He was accompanied by two henchmen, one tall and thin with a sinister look in his eyes, and the other short and stocky with a face full of fat.

"Hey, isn't this our Tian Shu class's specially recruited genius, the coffin-carrier Chen Guan?" Liu Feiyu drawled out, speaking sarcastically, "What, after taking Instructor Yun Zhi's class, you think you can fly? You can't even see where you're going anymore?"

Chen Guan stopped and looked at them calmly. What's meant to happen will happen. Someone like Liu Feiyu won't be satisfied without causing some trouble.

I just didn't expect him to be so impatient so quickly, and to choose such a relatively secluded place.

"What is it?" Chen Guan asked in a flat tone.

"Something? Of course there is something!" Liu Feiyu stepped forward, looking Chen Guan up and down and at the coffin behind him: "I just can't stand you! A country bumpkin who popped out of some corner of the world, you managed to get into the Tian Shu Class with your broken coffin, and you dare to put on airs in front of me? Today, I'll teach you what manners are."

Before he could finish speaking, the short, stocky henchman grinned maliciously, took a step forward, and his large, fan-like hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, grabbed directly at Chen Guan's shoulder.

A faint yellowish-brown light flickered on his hands, indicating that he was using a special ability, either elemental or enhancement-based, and both were combat-oriented.

This grab was swift and ruthless; if it had landed firmly, the shoulder bone would probably have shattered instantly.

[Holy crap! The troublemakers are here!]

[That idiot Liu Feiyu, beat him up, Coffin Bro.]

[The opponent has used supernatural abilities, be careful.]

That short, chubby guy is an Enhancer.

Bullying the weak with numbers is shameless.

The live chat exploded with angry comments.

Chen Guan's eyes turned cold. He was prepared. The moment the other party made a move, he shifted his feet and slid half a step to the side like a fish.

At the same time, he slumped his shoulders, dodging the large hand that reached out to grab him.

The short, stocky henchman missed his grab and was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Chen Guan to react so quickly. However, he was quick to react as well, changing his grab into a fist and smashing it horizontally towards Chen Guan's chest.

Chen Guan didn't have time to completely dodge, so he could only raise his left arm to block.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Chen Guan felt a sharp pain and numbness in his left arm. He staggered back two or three steps from the force of the impact, his back slamming heavily against a large tree by the roadside, causing leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Such power! This short, stocky follower's strength has probably already reached the threshold of the first rank, far surpassing Chen Guan in pure strength.