Chapter 84: I’ve Been Paid, So I’d Better Do the Job Right~
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 84: I’ve Been Paid, So I’d Better Do the Job Right~
In the end, I decided not to say anything. For one, it wouldn't be right to disturb her during her first attempt. Besides, this rich girl’s wallet was deep enough to treat this place like her own home; why would she worry about wasting a few spells?
If things went south, I could always step in then. As the saying goes, there’s no progress without contrast. Only after giving it your all and failing do you truly appreciate the value of a helping hand.
I carefully shuffled over to the wall and sat down. While I was tempted to piggyback off the effects of the meditation incense, it felt a bit inappropriate. Better to just keep a silent watch.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me. I activated my Spirit Vision to observe Tan Han. I’d felt that intimidating, unknown power earlier, but as long as I didn't actively try to pry into it, I should be fine, right?
I just wanted to see how Tan Han’s meditation space was formed.
It was a rare opportunity.
I was simply too curious about the process. After all, I’d never gone through it myself. If possible, I wanted to experience normal meditation too, rather than remaining as hopelessly confused as I was now.
When I looked at Tan Han again, that golden power was no longer as terrifying as before. It simply swirled around her as she sat in a perfect meditative posture.
From my perspective, Tan Han looked like a massive, glowing orb of light.
As if sensing my gaze, the golden power began to churn and surge. It condensed into a sphere, gradually forming what my mind recognized as an "eye."
The eyeball rotated with human-like precision until its "gaze" locked onto me.
In that instant, I felt an indescribable "threat." It was as if an invisible hand had clamped around my throat, stagnating my blood flow. I could feel my body growing cold, my consciousness beginning to blur...
When I finally "snapped out of it," everything felt as if it had never happened. All that remained was my racing heart and ragged breathing.
I quickly tried to steady my breath, but my body felt weak, as if deprived of oxygen. It took a good while before I recovered.
Only one question remained in my mind: what on earth was that?
It was far too terrifying. Was this the reality of the Transcendent world?
I massaged my forehead. The experience didn't seem to have deactivated my Spirit Vision. In fact, my Spirit Vision seemed to be adapting toward a permanent state, gradually erasing the boundary between my perception of the surface world and the world beneath.
I used to treat Spirit Vision and normal sight as two separate states, but it seemed that wasn't quite accurate.
If I had to describe it, it was more about the depth of one's perception of the world. It was the relationship between "0" and "1"—the transition from nothing to something.
Beyond that, there were infinite depths: "2," "3," and so on.
If I adapted to shallow Spirit Vision as my new normal, it wouldn't actually affect my daily life much. Instead, because I was in contact with the Transcendent world, it would offer me different perspectives on reality.
For instance, right now, my Spirit Vision "seemed" to be on, yet I could no longer see that intimidating golden eye. I could only see faint golden specks swirling around Tan Han.
Evidently, I had "self-filtered" that power. Much like how I handled information, my control over Spirit Vision had somehow leveled up.
I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing, but I wasn't in the mood to dwell on it. My attention was captured by a phantom "space" appearing around Tan Han.
Though it was tiny—barely enveloping her body—the sight was incredibly familiar!
Wasn't this exactly what the meditation spaces of the senior sisters looked like?
Tan Han had succeeded!
She had done it so easily and so quickly that I could hardly believe it.
I could even feel her meditation space expanding bit by bit, visibly "devouring" the surrounding space... No, devouring wasn't the right word. It was more like it was assimilating the "dream."
I stood by cautiously, watching as Tan Han’s meditation space grew before my eyes, covering a larger and larger area.
I didn't dare step inside or even touch it. I simply backed away, step by step.
Eventually, I was pressed against the wall.
I watched as the edge of Tan Han’s meditation space brushed against the tip of my nose before finally swallowing me whole.
The process was seamless, as if the mental space and I existed on different dimensions.
I breathed a sigh of relief and felt a genuine sense of happiness for Tan Han. This meant I could take her money without any guilt.
Regardless of how much I had actually helped, the end result was that Tan Han succeeded. Even if I was just a bystander, I was the witness to this miracle!
Tan Han was a top-tier genius who had succeeded on her very first attempt. The title of "Academic God" was no exaggeration.
I wondered if I should report this good news to the senior sisters at the Baking House. Especially the Shopkeeper—she seemed to hold Tan Han in high regard.
In the end, I decided against it. I didn't know if Tan Han would mind, and I didn't want my actions to create a rift between us.
It was better to let her share the news herself. Joy like this is best delivered firsthand.
I stood up and quietly made my way to the incense burner. Since I’d taken the money, I might as well handle the chores—like changing the incense. It wouldn't burn forever, and I needed to replenish it for her. Since the incense was provided by the room anyway, why let it go to waste?
With the continuous aid of the incense, Tan Han’s mental power would benefit even more. The worst that could happen was me losing a bit of sleep. Tan Han’s meditation would likely last a long time; she might not even open her eyes until tomorrow.
Don't blame me for being so proactive. If someone gave you ten thousand yuan to stay up and change some incense, anyone would jump at the chance!
However, I didn't expect Tan Han’s meditation to actually last until the next morning.
I checked my phone. The time for my usual internal alarm had already passed, yet Tan Han was still going. She had meditated through the entire night.
Didn't the books say meditation couldn't replace sleep?
It looked like I wouldn't be able to help out at the shop today. I gently closed the lid of the incense burner. This was the last of the incense; if she didn't wake up by morning, there was nothing more I could do.
Yawning, I returned to my little corner, squinted my eyes, and drifted off into a deep sleep almost immediately.
Not long after I fell asleep, Tan Han slowly opened her slightly weary eyes.
A full night of meditation was still a bit taxing for her, but the results were phenomenal. She hadn't expected meditation to be so simple—it was as if she had just closed her eyes, succeeded, and opened them again to find it was morning.
In a single night, she had touched upon and mastered both the meditation space and mental power threads.
Tan Han turned her head slightly. The unique scent of the incense helped relax her exhausted mind, but she remembered that the incense she’d lit shouldn't have lasted that long.
Even if she didn't know exactly how much time had passed, her fatigue was undeniable.
Was it Xiao Han?
Tan Han scanned the room, finally spotting Xiao Han asleep in the corner. She hasn't left yet?
Tan Han stood up to go over, only to find her legs so numb from sitting in the same position all night that she could barely move. With a look of slight embarrassment, she sat back down to wait for the feeling to return. she stole a glance toward me, letting out a sigh of relief only after confirming no one had seen her struggle.
"Time to go back... I should probably take Xiao Han with me..."