Chapter 252: Dream Entry: Her Spiritual Power Actively Flirts with People
Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Dream Entry: Her Spiritual Power Actively Flirts with People
Yun Sheng’s body immediately tensed upon hearing this.
She was aware of the concept of spiritual power compatibility.
According to the general education provided by the Tower, a higher compatibility made it easier for a Sentinel and a guide to achieve spiritual resonance and work together in perfect sync. The Tower generally recommended that such pairs become partners.
She already had Si Jin, not to mention Bai Ye and Xing Che, who refused to give up. She really didn’t want to get involved with any other Sentinels.
Yun Sheng stared at Mo Chen with a hint of vigilance and said softly, "I... I already have a Sentinel."
Hearing this, the expression on Mo Chen’s face didn’t change in the slightest.
"I’m not going to do anything to you. You don’t have to be so tense. I am merely stating a fact."
The look in his eyes as he watched Yun Sheng held nothing but earnest and pure intellectual curiosity.
"I’m just very curious about the principles behind this dreamscape’s appearance. Your spiritual power must be quite special. If you’re willing, would you come find me in the real world for a comprehensive examination? I won’t take up too much of your time. I simply want to understand how this dream sharing is established.
Of course, if you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. This is a personal research interest of mine; you have no obligation to cooperate."
Yun Sheng was stunned.
She looked at the man’s calm face, at his clear eyes behind the lenses of his glasses, and the wariness in her heart unknowingly lessened a little.
But she still wouldn’t be so naive as to trust him completely after just a few words.
After all, if her special abilities—entering dreams and soothing others—were to become known, they would undoubtedly bring her endless trouble.
She understood the principle that a treasure can turn an innocent person into a target.
"I’m sorry, I can’t agree to that." Yun Sheng shook her head, her tone calm but firm.
Mo Chen’s expression remained unchanged as he listened. He simply nodded in understanding.
He didn’t press the issue or try to persuade her further. A flicker of regret merely passed through his eyes, like a researcher seeing an interesting subject placed before him that he had no permission to touch.
Seeing that he didn’t seem to have any further plans, Yun Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She then began chanting in her mind, ’Wake up, wake up, wake up,’ hoping to quickly escape this bizarre dreamscape.
But after chanting for a long time, the gray mist around them didn’t change at all.
Her brow furrowed, and a sense of panic began to rise in her heart.
’In the past, whenever I wanted to leave a dream, just chanting like this would cause a change. Why isn’t it working this time?!’
Just then, the man suddenly took another step toward her.
Yun Sheng’s shoulders and back went rigid, and she instinctively lifted her foot to retreat.
Seeing her reaction, he stopped immediately and explained.
"My apologies. I just felt your spiritual power fluctuate. I... was a bit curious."
Yun Sheng had been so focused on chanting to get out that only now, hearing his words, did she realize her own spiritual power was constantly leaking out and flowing toward the man in front of her.
Her expression changed slightly. She gritted her teeth and desperately tried to pull the spiritual power back, but it wouldn’t obey her at all.
She quickly retreated a few steps and said urgently, "I’m sorry, I’ll retract it right now!"
But the spiritual power seemed to completely ignore Yun Sheng’s will. The more she tried to retract it, the more it surged outward, drifting in fine tendrils toward the man opposite her.
The man looked down at his fingertips, where a wisp of faint spiritual power, fine and soft, had already wound itself.
The threads gently brushed against his fingertips, carrying a hint of cautious probing, yet also a reckless urgency, as if waiting for him to respond.
A flash of excitement appeared in his eyes.
It was the kind of pure, unadulterated excitement a scientist feels when discovering a new phenomenon.
"They seem to be trying to entangle my spiritual power, waiting for me to respond."
Yun Sheng’s face instantly turned red.
Not from shyness, but from embarrassment and mortification.
’Why is my spiritual power so disappointing? It just throws itself at the first new Sentinel it meets?!’
Yun Sheng ground her back teeth, unable to say a word. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into and hide.
The man looked at her embarrassed and annoyed expression, but his own was perfectly calm.
"Don’t be nervous. I won’t respond."
He didn’t release his own spiritual power. He simply lowered his gaze and quietly watched Yun Sheng’s spiritual power as it wound and drifted around his fingertips, as if observing an interesting object.
He was so calm, yet her spiritual power only grew more restless.
Seeing he wasn’t reacting, the threads of spiritual power simply wrapped themselves tighter, gently stroking his fingertips with a mix of urgency and ingratiation, as if to say: ’Why aren’t you responding to me?’
Yun Sheng wanted nothing more than to rip her spiritual power back, thread by thread, and forcibly stuff it back into her spiritual landscape.
She took a deep breath and said in a strained voice, "Can you... stop looking?"
The man looked up at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "Why?"
Yun Sheng opened her mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how.
’I can’t just say, "Because my spiritual power is seducing you, and I’m mortified," can I?’
A number of replies swirled in her throat, but in the end, she could only force out one sentence.
"It’s never been like this before. Something might be wrong. I’ll try again and see if I can retract it."
There was a hint of panic in Yun Sheng’s voice. Her fingertips curled slightly, and after speaking, she focused even more intently on sensing the overflowing spiritual power.
Her brow was slightly furrowed, and her entire body radiated a stubborn determination as she attempted to forcibly retract the disobedient spiritual power.
The man glanced up at her. A faint, probing look flashed behind his silver-rimmed glasses, but he didn’t say anything more. He lowered his head again, continuing his focused observation of the threads of spiritual power gently wrapped around his fingertips.
He had studied countless spiritual power samples, but he had never seen anything like this.
It wasn’t cold and chaotic like ordinary spiritual power. Instead, it seemed to have a will of its own, caressing his fingertips as it wrapped around them. Even the wavelength of its fluctuations was unique—docile, yet with a hint of cunning.
The more the man observed, the more astonishment filled his eyes, and the curiosity in his heart was thoroughly piqued.
’How interesting. If I could study such a unique spiritual power in detail, I would definitely make new discoveries...’
He calculated silently in his heart, but his face remained as calm as ever. Only in the depths of his eyes was there a hint of irrepressible inquiry and fervor.
Just then, as if it had finally lost patience, the spiritual power entangling the man’s fingertips suddenly began to climb upward. It brushed past the sensitive pads of his fingers, slowly swept over the prominent web of his thumb, and circled his wrist.
A few finer threads secretly crept up along his wrist bone, gently grazing the skin on the inside of his forearm. A numbing warmth and a ticklish sensation instantly spread from his skin to the bottom of his heart.
This sudden, intimate touch instantly made the man—who had always been calm, self-possessed, and immersed only in his research—freeze completely.
His back straightened instinctively, and even his breathing hitched for half a beat.
The eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses widened slightly, the fervor within them replaced by an unexpected fluster. His fingertips curled stiffly, and he didn’t dare to move.
The composure he usually displayed when facing complex scientific problems vanished without a trace, leaving only a poorly concealed awkwardness.