The night wind at the peak of the Jianghai skyscraper roared with a low sound, like the restless breath of a giant. Lin Xuan stood on the balcony of his penthouse, gazing at the vast expanse of city lights stretching out below. At this height, humans appeared like fragile specks of light, and their ambitions looked as small as dust.
He had just brought Han Seo-Ah to this place—a location he called the Fortress of Consciousness. Physically, it was merely a luxury apartment he had purchased with capital from Elder Master Gu. However, energetically, Lin Xuan had installed complex resonance formations in every corner of the room, ensuring that the frequency of this place was isolated from external disturbances.
Han Seo-Ah stood at the threshold of the glass door, her hands tightly gripping Lin Xuan's black coat which was still draped over her shoulders. Her eyes stared at Lin Xuan's back with a mixture of gratitude and deep-seated fear.
"Xuan... what have we done?" Her voice was almost lost in the wind. "The world I knew ended tonight. My father will never let this go. And the Song family... they will tear down this entire city just to find us."
Lin Xuan turned his body slowly. The moonlight illuminated his face, giving a bronze hue to his calm skin. "True security is not found by hiding from danger, Seo-Ah, but by being at a frequency where danger cannot find you. You haven't lost your world, you have only just woken up from a long nightmare. Now, you are standing upon the reality you chose for yourself."
"But I am afraid," Seo-Ah whispered, stepping closer. "What if I am a burden to you? What if my presence only draws destruction faster?"
Lin Xuan reached for Seo-Ah's hand, pulling her gently to the edge of the balcony. He pointed toward the stars shining above the thin clouds. "I am not saving you because I am a hero, Seo-Ah. I am saving you because you are a part of the reality I want to live in. Without you, this victory has no color. If you feel like a burden, it is because you still view yourself through their eyes. In my eyes, you are the energy anchor, the center of every reason why I fight."
That promise hung in the air, stronger than any contractual oath. For a moment, the tension on Seo-Ah's face melted, replaced by a flash of hope that had only just begun to grow.
However, that peace lasted only an instant. Lin Xuan's phone vibrated violently on the marble table. It was a call from his father, Lin Haifeng.
"Xuan! Something terrible is happening!" His father's voice sounded panicked and breathless. "All the company accounts have been suddenly frozen. The electricity in our headquarters building was forcibly cut by city authorities on orders from the Consortium. Even our lawyers are resigning en masse! They say we are involved in illegal funding. Xuan, we are surrounded!"
Lin Xuan listened with a completely flat expression. This was the economic counterattack he had predicted. The Song family was using their worldly power to strangle the financial breath of the Lin family.
"Father, stay calm," Lin Xuan said, his voice containing a vibration that automatically lowered his father's heart rate on the other end of the line. "When the enemy begins to take what they consider yours, let them. Energy taken by force will only create a hole of destruction for the taker. What they have frozen are just numbers on a screen, but what we possess is a value they cannot touch. Stay at home, do not answer any media questions."
Lin Xuan hung up the phone. He knew that in the principles of Law of Attraction, physical resistance against an economic attack often actually strengthens that attack. He chose to perform detachment—a letting go. He would let the enemy feel they were winning on the surface, while he was building a new system under the radar: Aura Nexus.
Suddenly, the temperature inside the penthouse dropped drastically. The crystal chandeliers began to vibrate softly, emitting a strange clinking sound. Lin Xuan immediately pulled Han Seo-Ah behind his body.
The front door which had been electronically locked slowly opened, not because it was forced, but because its iron molecules seemed to surrender to someone's will. The figure of a middle-aged man in a dark red robe stepped inside. He did not carry a sword like the Executor, yet every step he took made the concrete floor beneath the carpet feel as though it were vibrating.
The Red-Robed Envoy. A core member of the Nine Heavens Consortium.
"Lin Xuan," The man's voice was heavy and resonated within the spine. "You have a talent for manipulating frequencies, that is true. But you are merely a fly trying to change the direction of a storm wind. We have observed your manifestation, and we have decided that you are an anomaly that must be realigned... or erased."
The man raised his hand, and an incredibly powerful air pressure hit the entire room. The thick window panes began to crack. Seo-Ah groaned in pain from the pressure on her eardrums.
Lin Xuan stood tall, his feet as if rooted to the center of the earth. He did not launch a counterattack. Instead, he performed a Void Alignment. He made his body and mind transparent to the pressure.
"Your warning is received," Lin Xuan said, his eyes flashing with a dim golden light. "But you have misjudged one thing. I am not trying to change the direction of the wind. I am the wind itself. The sovereignty of my mind cannot be penetrated by intimidation, because I no longer possess the fear that you could use as a foothold."
Lin Xuan released a single wave of mental energy that was clear and sharp, cutting through the Red Robe's air pressure like a knife cutting through cloth. The red-robed man stumbled one step back, his eyes widening in disbelief. Never before had there been a practitioner as young as this who could break the mental authority of a Nine Heavens Envoy.
"This is only the first warning, Lin Xuan," The man faded into the shadows, yet his voice remained in the room. "We will take what you love most to see how stable your frequency is when you lose your footing."
After the man vanished, Lin Xuan immediately checked his phone again. A short message arrived from the secret number he used to monitor his mother's hospital.
"Young Master, the Madam was forcibly moved by the hospital management five minutes ago. We do not know where they took her."
Lin Xuan's blood momentarily felt frozen. His mother. The weakest point in his life, the heart of his entire struggle. The Nine Heavens were truly playing dirty—they knew they could not destroy him from the outside, so they attacked from within his heart.
Han Seo-Ah approached, seeing Lin Xuan's face turn pale. "What is it, Xuan?"
Lin Xuan clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, but he immediately took a long breath, forcing his inner self back to point zero. "When the enemy starts attacking your weakest point, Seo-Ah, it is a sign that they have run out of ways to face your strength honorably. They want me to be angry. They want me to radiate a frequency of rage so that my reality collapses."
He looked out the window, toward the darkness of the night which now felt more threatening. "But I will not give them that satisfaction. I will not react with anger. I will react with a strategy colder than death itself."
That night, at the peak of that building, Lin Xuan officially declared the establishment of Aura Nexus. No longer as a secret project, but as a real fortress for those who wished to escape the grip of the Nine Heavens. He knew the next chapter would involve his mother's life. And this time, he would prove that the law of attraction can not only build wealth, but can also become an invisible protective net for those he loved most.
The true enemy will not attack your strongest fortress, but will seek the gap in your softest heart. Ultimate security does not come from the absence of threats, but from your composure in facing those threats. Do not let your enemy's emotions become your own, for that is the moment when you truly lose control.