I have a Tantric panel

in the room.

Xia En closed the book.

The illusion before my eyes slowly dissipated.

Although he had only completed one cycle, he still felt that scattered ether had remained during the process, settling into the deepest part of his body.

Shane's meditation method and breathing method do not conflict.

Any spiritual practice requires gradual accumulation over time.

Now, when he practices the Dark Tide Breathing Technique, he needs to be fully focused.

However, in the later stages, you can integrate breathing techniques into your daily life.

like...

Most of the time, breathing is automatic.

Only after you become aware that you are breathing will you switch from automatic to manual transmission.

At that level, one can activate breathing techniques without conscious control, and be practicing at every moment.

Meditation can be used as a substitute for sleeping at night.

Breathing and meditation are performed simultaneously, increasing efficiency exponentially.

To achieve a result where 1+1>2.

Imagine that situation; Shane's lips curled up in a smile.

I glanced at the old books on the desk.

The remaining ether on it was noticeably thinner.

This indicates that it is essentially a consumable.

Once the ether in the book is exhausted, it will no longer be able to help others master this secret technique.

But judging from the current situation, it should still be usable three to four more times?

Xia En then thought of the pencil marks in the book.

Could that handwriting have been left by Freya?

In any case, she must have practiced this secret method, thus laying a solid foundation in vocal music.

I glanced at the panel out of the corner of my eye.

Singing: 0 (26%)

Yes, while flipping through old books.

Xia En's singing progress bar also moved forward a bit.

He also had a premonition that as he practiced the Dark Tide Breathing Technique, this attribute would most likely continue to improve steadily.

It was an unexpected surprise.

After that, could we prioritize raising [Singing] to (2) to meet the requirements for promotion in [Arts]?

At the time when they were planning their famous future direction.

A series of light footsteps came from the stairs.

"Shane, come downstairs quickly, Lucius is back, dinner's ready!"

"—I'll be right there."

Just as Eileen said.

Tonight's dinner was much more lavish than usual.

The main course was oxtail soup, with the bone marrow and tendons gleaming faintly in the candlelight.

There's also a whole roasted chicken with bread sauce.

The roasted chicken is stuffed with sage leaves and half a lemon, and its skin is golden brown.

When cut open, the meat juices gushed out from the breastbone, emitting a fragrant aroma.

There's also a very classic fish fillet and fries platter.

Under the table was a serving of cat food made with fish paste—prepared for Watson.

I have to say, the girl's skills are really good. How could she learn to this level by secretly learning from a restaurant?

Perhaps this is what genius is?

"Luckily, I made it back tonight."

Lucius looked relieved: "If I had missed the feast Eileen made, I would have regretted it terribly."

During the meal, the detective naturally brought up the case.

Currently, under the watchman's pursuit, four or five members of the Crimson Servant who participated in the assassination have been captured.

But still the problem.

The trail went cold at this point.

Even these captured cult members did not know who their leader was or what his characteristics were.

"...They received their orders in a black and red envelope that appeared out of nowhere."

"Everyone receives instructions and takes action in this way."

"This one-sided communication completely hides the leader of the Crimson Servant behind the scenes."

At this point, Lucius, who is usually very confident, became somewhat dejected.

As a detective, what he hates most is cases without any clues.

We can only rely more on methods from the mystical side.

While Eileen was in the kitchen...

Xia En lowered his voice and asked, "Is it possible to use divination to track the spirit and pinpoint the other person?"

"Theoretically, it's possible, but there are two problems."

Lucius gave a wry smile and explained.

"Firstly, divination is not actually a very convenient technique."

"The more detailed and precise the divination, the greater the cost."

"—It's not just about the ritual materials, but also about the damage it causes to the diviner himself."

He paused.

Secondly, the divination for extraordinary individuals is different from that for ordinary people.

"The spirituality of extraordinary beings will automatically protect their master. If a diviner of a lower rank divines a target stronger than himself, he is very likely to suffer a backlash."

Xia En listened very attentively.

In these areas, he is still a complete beginner.

He silently stored the information in his memory palace, waiting for the day he would need it.

"It is said that Scotland Yard has found a master who has been retired for many years."

Lucius sighed. "Hopefully, we'll gain something."

This matter is beyond Shane's capabilities.

He only asked a couple of questions and then didn't say anything more.

"What are you two talking about behind my back?"

Eileen returned at this moment, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"I never hid anything from you!"

Lucius, without batting an eye, said, "We were talking about the White Canvas Award."

"The winners will be announced in two days, right?"

"I swear on my detective's honor, Shane's painting is sure to win an award!"

Xia En's lips twitched.

He had no idea where Lucius's confidence came from.

Eileen blinked: "So there's more than one winner for the White Canvas Award?"

"I always thought only first place counted as an award!"

"That's because you usually only get first place!"

Lucius retorted indignantly, "A genius like you wouldn't understand the troubles of ordinary people."

Xia En already knew.

The White Canvas Award is divided into Gold, Silver, and Bronze awards.

That is, the top three.

All three winners will receive a white canvas as a reward.

However, the timing and order of reading them differed.

The gold medal winner will be the first to see the pure white canvas and will have three days to appreciate it.

Then came the silver and bronze medals.

The bronze medal is awarded after the silver medal, and both medals are only open for viewing for one day.

According to Aurora.

The reason for the order is that the spirituality on the "white canvas" is limited.

Before each year's awards ceremony, the inspiration on the canvas slowly accumulates.

When the winners appreciate the award, it consumes their spiritual energy.

The later the viewing time, the worse the effect of the canvas blessing.

However, so far, there has never been a case where someone has completely exhausted its spiritual power.

Even a bronze medal can bring considerable benefits from the canvas.

But Shane really couldn't predict whether he would win the award.

He's like a student taking the college entrance exam now; he's done everything he could and can only wait for the results to be announced.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

"Hey! Watson, why did you take my chicken leg?"

"Meow—? (Watson doesn't know)"

……

……

The next morning.

The morning bells of Akarin University tolled, echoing through the thin mist.

The campus gradually became vibrant, with everything flourishing.

Xia En finally returned to the school she had missed for so long.

On the way, he ran into another teaching assistant, Paul—the same one who had warned him to be careful in Aurora's class.

Paul felt deep sympathy for Shane's plight.

He had no idea that Shane had saved Freya; he only thought that Freya had been unfortunately caught up in the incident.

The workday was not much different from usual.

The only thing I'm not used to is that Ronan isn't around anymore.

Besides.

I didn't seem to see Clara in class either?

But in any case, his life got back on track.

After finishing a day's work.

Xia En walked out of the school gate.

The pure black carriage was already waiting there.

On the gleaming painted car doors, the family crest's patterns reflected a matte, dark gold sheen.

An owl carrying a silver key.

It is a symbol of Knox.