Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 118 Primal Meditation

The door closed, and the room immediately fell silent.

Lambert stood by the bed, still looking somewhat uneasy, and said:

"Sir, how are you feeling? Is there anything wrong with you?"

He had never seen Louis in such a state before, shot between the eyebrows, falling straight down, his fate unknown...

For him, this was the most terrifying scene of his life, and he was filled with endless self-blame.

Louis raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling that everything was normal.

But deep in his mind, a heart-shaped imprint appeared.

"It's probably nothing serious," he said in a low voice. "Tell me what happened."

Lambert immediately reported everything he knew:

"When we were traveling north with you, our scouts spotted an old man lying in the snow with a strange crack in his chest."

……

Then the old man was backfired by the crack in his chest, disintegrating and disappearing, leaving only a robe behind.

You were unconscious at the time, so we immediately took you back for a checkup... Your body and fighting spirit were normal. I suspect you might have been cursed.”

Lambert briefly recounted what he had seen and known, his expression full of worry.

Louis listened and nodded slightly: "The first half... is about what I remember."

But this only raised more questions in his mind.

If that mage is truly the legendary Jürgen Loken, then why has he lived for so long?

Why would he appear in the snowfields of the Crimson Tide Territory?
And why did he die in such a bizarre way?
And what exactly was that light wave that entered my mind?
The images he saw while he was unconscious... were they his memories? Or some other kind of information?
Questions kept popping up, pricking my head like needles.

Louis frowned and rubbed his temples.

"Never mind, one thing at a time." He shook his head, trying to suppress those distracting thoughts.

"Does anyone know about this?" He looked up at Lambert.

Lambert nodded: "When you fainted, many people saw you when you returned to the territory. But regarding that magician... only a few knights who were with you know about it so far."

“Keep quiet.” Louis’s tone was calm, but his words left no room for argument.

“Yes,” Lambert replied immediately. “I will handle it.”

Louis then asked, "By the way, how long was I... unconscious?"

"Well...it's not that long, about a day."

“I see…” Louis responded softly, nodding thoughtfully.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

Louis continued, "You've worked hard. Go out first, I want to be alone."

Lambert nodded, bowed, and withdrew.

The room became quiet again.

Louis leaned back on the edge of the bed, his eyes slightly downcast.

The questions in my mind haven't diminished at all; in fact, they've only gotten heavier.

"Hopefully, this... can give me some answers." He slowly raised his hand and waved it gently in the air.

A semi-transparent interface appeared before his eyes, rippling out like water, and the text began to jump and arrange rapidly.

There are only two pieces of intelligence today.

[1: In seven days, Xuefeng County will enter a period of extreme cold, accompanied by blizzards.]

[2: Archmage Jürgen Loken had passed on the "Primal Heart" and the "Primal Meditation Technique" to Louis Calvin, and was subsequently devoured by the Void Worms.]

Louis didn't even flinch when he saw the first one.

He has already made all the arrangements, and all the necessary precautions against the cold are in place.

Just let Bradley carry out the plan; he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

His gaze fell directly on the second point. This was the one he was most concerned about right now.

This brief system announcement introduced three completely unfamiliar terms: "Primordial Heart," "Primordial Meditation Technique," and "Void Worm."

The "Original Heart" is probably the heart-shaped imprint in his brain.

But what exactly is the purpose of this thing?

Is it a seed of power? A seal? Or some kind of vessel for inheritance? Or a curse? We know nothing.

"Can't this useless system just stop being a riddle-maker?" Louis muttered under his breath.

"Would it kill you to explain yourself clearly? If you had explained yourself earlier, would I have run over there and let that old man spit on me and knock me unconscious?"

No matter how much he complained, the system remained indifferent and silent, offering no further comment.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to continue cursing the system, and instead focused his attention on the term "Primordial Meditation Technique".

These words vaguely reminded him of a scene from his dream.

Of all those chaotic and elusive memories, only that one scene stands out vividly.

At the mountaintop, a black-haired youth sat cross-legged amidst the wind and snow, surrounded by dozens of listeners, all also sitting cross-legged.

His tone was calm as he described a practice that combined breathing rhythms with mindful breath control.

“So… that was the ‘Primal Meditation Technique’?” Louis murmured to himself.

He forced himself to calm down and recall the young man's words, rhythm, and movements.

Then try to do it.

To my utter surprise, it succeeded on the very first try.

An indescribable sense of tranquility quietly arose.

My thoughts seemed to sink into a layer of transparent water, and the sounds of the outside world gradually faded away. The sound of my heartbeat, my breath, and the snow falling on the branches all slowly faded away.

At the same time, the heart-shaped mark in his mind began to emit a faint glow.

Unlike the breathing techniques of battle qi, the primordial meditation technique is gentler and focuses on guidance rather than training.

It is "diverting water into the pool", not "carving out mountains to store springs".

Although Louis never received any formal education in magic,

But he had a feeling that this so-called meditation technique was essentially a key to activating the inheritance of magical power.

Unlike the Qi Breathing Technique, it does not require forcibly incorporating vital energy into the body's blood vessels for compression and fusion.

Battle aura is about forging flesh, using blood and flesh as weapons, and bones as scabbards.
Cultivators use a special breathing rhythm to draw the "primordial energy" of heaven and earth into their blood, which is then forged into a power system that runs through the entire body.

But meditation is not like that.

It's a method of spiritual guidance, like casting consciousness as a thread into an endless tide of magic.

Only when the mind is sufficiently focused and serene will the magic that floats in the cracks of the world quietly approach.

It's not about deadlifting, it's about "resonance".

Once resonance is established, magic will flow into consciousness like water.
Guided and shaped, it ultimately becomes the foundation of spells and the true source of magic.

Louis finally understood.

Fighting spirit is a power that is "snatched" by the physical body.

Meditation is the art of "listening" through the power of consciousness.

These are two completely different paths, yet they share a striking similarity in the initial layer of "harmony between breath and intention."

Louis said thoughtfully, "Perhaps they... were originally the same skill, but later they went their separate ways and followed different evolutionary paths."

So Louis made a decision.

In addition to practicing the Tidal Battle Qi Technique every day, I will also need to set aside time to cultivate the Primal Meditation Technique.

Perhaps he really can embark on the path of "dual cultivation".

Perhaps one day, he will not only be able to charge into battle with his sword, but also summon thunder and fire with a wave of his hand, becoming a Gandalf from another world.

(End of this chapter)