Chapter 159: Posture and Angle

Meditation itself seemed to be a kind of enjoyment; he had never come into contact with other meditation methods, did not know what others were like when they meditated, but even exhaustion-style deep meditation training, he could still immerse himself in it; usually all the external matters, whether learning supernatural potion brewing or interacting with people to understand this world, he understood they were all indispensable; if he did not think this way, he was afraid he would become addicted to meditation and never leave the house, but this was also a fact — spiritual power would eventually reach its limit one day, and not understanding this world at that time would only make him more bewildered.

However, being trapped here now actually helped Luge clear away all external trivialities, leaving him with nothing to do, not even a choice in food and drink; finally he could focus solely on the practice of the meditation method.

Based on the conditions here, Luge made certain adjustments to his meditation practice process; after all, the Black Prison's silent consumption of spiritual power still had a slight influence on deep meditation, requiring more attention to recovery.

Unknown how much time passed; from the moment he put down the Divine Object Technique's spellbook, he meditated without rest, watching runes generate and perish ceaselessly.

Until his stomach growled non-stop, Luge opened his eyes.

"You have already meditated for five days; when living in the shop's back courtyard, I was out most of the time; thinking back now, you probably spent whole days meditating like this; you count as the most hardworking wizard apprentice I have ever seen," Green said, handing over two cyan oval fruits and some wind-dried meat strips; "This should also be one of the purposes of you Bloodline Wizards reforming yourselves; the other very hardworking fellow I have seen is not like you, because if he meditated continuously for five days like this, he might faint from exhaustion or hunger."

Luge was confident his reserves of food and daily necessities far exceeded Green's, but he still accepted the cyan fruits and glossy black meat strips the other party handed over.

"Lord Luge's meditation posture is quite peculiar; it looks very comfortable; you actually smile while meditating……"

Green picked up a blood-red small stone and put it in his mouth.

"As for food, you can enjoy it to your heart's content; I have plenty here," Green said, stuffing another small stone into his mouth; "And I discovered these small stones suit me better; I now use them to fill my stomach most of the time; they save time and effort, and also help spiritual power recovery."

Upon hearing this, Luge quickly finished the cyan fruit and meat strips, also picked up a small stone and tried putting it in his mouth.

"How is that spell? That is the unranked spell you have long anticipated, although it is not the one you were looking for." Luge savored the peculiar small stone.

Green's smile changed slightly upon hearing this.

"Just this one spell should be worth the merit of ten spells; in any case, it is enough to let me become a formal Seeker," Green said; "The spell does have difficulty; I can learn it, but it needs some time; it might take longer than I imagined."

Green ate several small stones himself, then piled some stones he had picked up beside Luge.

"Learning the spell is only the beginning; although we don't know what that Adult will have us do," Green said while taking out some wine and food and placing them on the stones; "To safely bring the spell out, we still need to help him complete that matter; since that Adult looks favorably on you, you just focus on meditation; I will handle the minor matters."

Luge smacked his lips, feeling these two overestimated him somewhat, but this small stone felt quite good to eat.

"With my limited knowledge," Green held the blood-red small stone; "High-level lifeforms falling caused a wondrous influence on this land, one could even say a reform; and this small stone is the specialty of this wondrous place; it is something born after this environment was influenced by that Blood Fortress Ancestor, gradually changing and reaching a subtle, balanced stability; if someone breaks this balance, this kind of small stone might no longer appear."

The two chatted idly for a while.

Luge poked his head out and glanced toward the Big Cave; that old senior was holding an open book, sitting on a stone with his head lowered reading; that appearance had not changed a fraction from five days ago.

"He has been like that the whole time; I went nearby to pick up stones and didn't disturb him either." Green leaned against the stone wall, raised his arms and pillowed his hands behind his head.

Luge only used his peripheral vision to glance once, then withdrew, returning to the position where his lying posture was most comfortable.

From the ownerless Burning Blood City that required regular blood payments, to the strange Wasteland, to the Blood Race of the Blood Fortress, then to this Black Prison, and the temporarily unseen Bloodline Infected territory.

It seems everything in this land is strange; or perhaps his knowledge is too shallow; the world of Wizards is just like this, with not a single normal place.

"Lord Green, during your long journey, have you ever had the thought that this world is very strange?" Lying there, spacing out for a moment, Luge suddenly spoke.

Green, who had just opened his book to enter a state, paused his movement; hearing this, he fell into thought.

"As a traveler, in the first few years I began traveling, I indeed had this kind of thought; it seemed everywhere was strange," Green said; "But one time, I lodged at a household, sharing a meal of food that was not exquisitely prepared but very tasty; looking at those people's smiling faces, I suddenly understood……"

"It is our difference that lets us see the strange side of this world; for example, here, on the edge of the Wasteland I have also seen villages and towns mainly of ordinary people; they have lived here for generations; they greatly revere the people of Burning Blood City; in their words, they enjoy the Blood Sun's brightness without having to offer blood; in the village legends, Burning Blood City houses a group of dedicators who offered blood to light the Blood Sun; they even worship you like gods; they do not know the reason Extraordinaries gather there; a Wizard's failed experiment might use up decades, while the village has already gone through two generations; they feel they have lived a peaceful life."

Green finished speaking and looked over with a smile.

"Perhaps, when we become true Wizards, even high-level Wizards, we will find this world even stranger; and the things we find strange now are just ordinary, very normal matters……"

Listening to Green's words, Luge's eyes couldn't help but brighten; he nodded his dog head, and incidentally adjusted to a more comfortable lying posture.

This is a new angle; just like before in Fanxing City, in his neighbors' eyes, that was just an ordinary day, yet it was enough to make him terrified, letting him witness many unforgettable things; Luge even felt that matter had not ended yet.

Luge, with spacing out and random thoughts alternating to relax his mind, then looked at Green beside him, who was already immersed in spell learning.

He had eaten and drunk his fill, so he also began a new round of meditation in the most comfortable lying-flat posture; at least before he reaches his limit, all this is beautiful, even counting as leisurely times.

(Chapter End)