Inner Demon, Rebuilding the Seven Chakras and Reaching the Edge of Subtle Change Sense

The bike rattled downhill, bouncing over the slightly bumpy road. The bag in the basket shivered and shifted, nudged by the wind, and finally, at just the wrong moment, slipped out.

Then, the bag—dangling from the handlebars—did a little aerial somersault and smacked right into the front wheel spokes.

Screeeech! The brakes shrieked, death’s chilly wind whooshed in their faces. The two riders were sent flying: the boy landed on the outside, the girl on the inside. The boy’s side had a grassy verge; the girl’s side had a speeding car.

In that split second, an overwhelming terror took over Jack Young’s heart—a fear not just of dying, but of losing something. Losing his own life was scary, sure, but losing someone else? That was worse.

The fear of loss actually beat out the fear of death. It was so intense, so fierce, it burned away every ounce of rational thought. Logic short-circuited, Jack’s brain went blank, leaving only pure, raw instinct.

So, midair, Jack reached out, grabbed the other soft little hand, and gave a hard yank—swapping their positions. The whole scene blurred.

Next thing you know, they're in an apartment. The girl sat obediently on the couch. Jack squatted properly on the floor. Out came a mountain of medicine—scar cream, bruise ointment, muscle regenerators, you name it, he’d brought it. After carefully sprinkling the ointment on the girl’s left knee and right elbow, Jack wrapped them up with bandages, round and round.

A girl with eyes like stars couldn’t help but tease, “Dummy Meg, you really outdid yourself this time. Because of you, Xixi’s going to have two scars every time she wears a skirt or short sleeves. For a beauty, that’s a lifetime of suffering. Your crime is huge!”

Jack’s hand paused, his brows furrowed tight, guilt choking him speechless. If he hadn’t turned around, all cocky, while going downhill, he wouldn’t have missed the loose bag—and none of this would’ve happened.

“Alright, Dummy Meg, stop scolding him. It was just an accident.” The girl’s voice was gentle, then a little playful: “Hey, Dummy Jack, does this count as you leaving me a permanent mark?”

"Hoo—" Jack took a deep breath, packed away all his negative feelings, and then flashed a smile: "Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for the rest of my life."

"Ha! Listen to yourself!" The star-eyed girl giggled, slapping Jack’s shoulder. "Lucky for us, both of you came out of this okay. And you managed to yank her back midair—super manly move, gotta say. So, to balance the books, as our best bro, you just need to get rid of those scars. The rest you can leave alone, don’t forget—even out of town, people still have—"

Buzz—suddenly the scene shattered, turning into a mess of meaningless turbulence crashing around in Jack’s mind, whipping up a storm of pain in the sea of consciousness. The pain was unavoidable, abrupt, and so intense it felt like his soul was being pierced and torn apart.

In the little dark room, Jack Young suddenly opened his eyes and threw his head back with a roar: "Aaaah—!!" The shout echoed through the empty room, bouncing around endlessly. Clutching his head, Jack collapsed onto the bed in agony, only calming down after a long while. Panting, drenched in cold sweat, Jack slowly sat up.

With a self-mocking smile, Jack muttered, "Inner Demon. Never thought she’d become my inner demon. Just a little heartbreak, I’m not the kind to get stuck on stuff—shouldn’t be like this. Looks like my brute-force breakthrough method left a few unstable spots. Before I tackle the Crown Chakra, I’d better review the first six chakras."

Inner Demon—a term every webnovel fan knows. Every story defines it differently, but for Jack Young, an inner demon is just the stuff that pops up during deep self-reflection and messes with your head. To put it simply, everyone’s got their own inner demons. The things that keep us up at night, the tears we shed on our pillows, the stuff that kills our appetite and makes us anxious—that’s all inner demon territory.

Inner demons aren’t mysterious or distant—everyone’s got ‘em. Regret, guilt, shame, disappointment, despair—those feelings are inner demons. Even regular folks can get nerve problems from them. But if you’re a mental powerhouse, those demons pack an even bigger punch.

But inner demons aren’t unbeatable. Even saints have skeletons in their closets, some embarrassing stuff in their past. Normally, people can work through it, adjust, move on. Time heals everything—after enough years, even if you bump into that person again, it’s just a nod and a smile. Maybe a little sigh in your heart, but nobody’s jumping off a bridge over it.

But when your mood’s unstable and your thoughts are all over the place, those feelings get blown way out of proportion. That’s when the inner demons attack. Jack Young’s mental strength is pretty high, but today, he still got hit—so clearly, his mental cultivation isn’t as solid as he thought.

"Yeah, my Chakra Pulse Technique is basically a shortcut, brute-forced into place. Using blood energy to open the spiritual chakras probably isn’t the best idea. Good thing I caught it early—if I’d gone all the way to the Crown Chakra, I’d be screwed. Time to redo it the proper way." Jack, now calm and rational, said, "Once the foundation’s solid, the inner demons will clear up. Actually, thanks to today’s inner demon attack, I remembered something from the past."

With a flick of his left hand, a phone appeared, and he dialed: "Hey, Wendy, it’s Jack Young. Put Femi Foster on the line, will you?"

Phone handed over, and Femi Foster’s incredulous voice came through: "Jack? You can actually make calls from prison?"

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"That’s all small stuff. I just remembered something useful. Remember the Center Person’s diary? It mentioned Mr. Graves."

"Uh, I remember someone like that, but it was always vague. So, is there a problem with this Mr. Graves?"

"Not sure if it’s a problem, but let’s try finding him. Not holding out much hope, but he might know something." Jack recalled the sixth tip from the guide: "Add this to the guide—Tip Six: Go find Mr. Graves. Maybe he won’t spill a word, but he could know something."

"Alright, I’ll chase down Mr. Graves right away. How’s it going on your end?"

"Me? I’m doing great. Beautiful life’s just getting started."

After hanging up, Jack Young sat down again, steady as ever. This time, he didn’t rush to break through to the Crown Chakra. Instead, he went back to re-examine the Root Chakra. Focusing on the first chakra of the Seven Chakras, Jack restarted his cultivation the proper way. The key training tips Dummy Meg mentioned flashed through his mind, and Jack sank deep into meditation.

From here on out, Jack was finally on the right track with his training.

Time slipped by without him noticing. In the little dark room, there was no sun or moon to mark the days, but Jack gradually found he didn’t need them—or even a clock—to tell time. Once he firmed up his Seven Chakras foundation, some mysterious abilities started to show. His sense of time in his mind got sharper and sharper, and whenever he was in the mood, he’d run little experiments: say a time out loud, then check it every way possible. At first, he was off, but soon enough, he nailed it every single time.

But that was just a happy bonus, like getting a freebie with your phone plan—not the main event. The real breakthrough was in the Insight Technique’s fourth layer: Subtle Change Sense. When he retrained up to the third chakra, Jack finally caught a hint of Subtle Change Sense. Every now and then, that super-touch would pop up and show off.

On the seventh day, Jack Young stood in front of the iron door. Eyes closed, he placed his hands on the door. With a gentle tremor, a wave of vibration rippled through the metal, spreading out and flowing back like water. It didn’t make a sound, but the rigid structure vibrated and echoed. When Jack’s hands felt the returning tremor, he could already picture the door’s layout in his mind—where the lock was, where the support beams ran, where the rust was weakest—crystal clear.

This super-touch was still unstable—sometimes it worked, sometimes not. But Jack Young knew he was close to truly mastering the fourth layer. Maybe just one more spark, one more insight, and he’d officially level up his Subtle Change Sense.