Han Feng smiled slightly after hearing Su Wanwan's words and said, "Actually, it's not particularly difficult. Do you remember how I opened up your meridians?"

Everyone became interested after hearing Han Feng's words and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Han Feng once again condensed three clones, but this time he controlled the three clones to not be as solid as before.

Inside the training room, starlight swirled. Han Feng's main body stood in the center, while his three clones sat cross-legged in a triangular formation. Each of them was connected by hair-thin energy lines, weaving into a complex three-dimensional network.

"When you condense your clone, you need to arrange the star trails within it. This way, your clone will have the ability to absorb the power of the stars on its own," Han Feng said. "Then, attach your spiritual power to the clone so that it can act according to your thoughts."

Everyone looked puzzled after hearing this.

Han Feng sighed softly.

"See clearly." Han Feng's main body raised his hand, and a wisp of starlight overflowed from his fingertips, meandering and flowing in the air like a living thing. "The clones are not puppets, but extensions of your consciousness."

The energy suddenly split into two streams: one continued to flow, while the other began to rotate on its own, forming a tiny vortex.

"Like this, the main consciousness controls the main body, while the secondary consciousness guides the clone to absorb energy," Han Feng explained. "It will be very painful at first, like—"

"It's like writing different characters with your left and right hands simultaneously," Dongfang Wantang suddenly interjected, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Ancient texts mention this 'distraction technique,' but no one has ever truly mastered it."

Han Feng nodded, and the three clones simultaneously performed the same action: "That's right. At first, I could only maintain it for a minute or two; my head felt like it was going to explode."

Su Wanwan rubbed her temples, her face scrunched up: "Just imagining and thinking about two things at the same time makes me dizzy..."

Iron Tower tried to spare a sliver of consciousness following Han Feng's method, then suddenly groaned, veins bulging on his thick arm: "Damn it! This is worse than being shot!"

"Relax." One of Han Feng's clones instantly teleported behind the iron tower, placing a hand on his broad back. "Don't resist the tearing sensation. Imagine your consciousness is a lake, now just divided into two connected puddles."

Iron Tower grimaced and nodded, sweat dripping down his cheeks. Gradually, the distorted energy in front of him began to stabilize, vaguely revealing a blurry humanoid outline.

On the other side, the starlight on Night Owl's body suddenly intensified. "Night Owl, you..." Han Feng looked at him in surprise.

"I can 'see' two versions of myself," the owl's voice seemed to come from a great distance. "It's like standing in front of a mirror, but the one in the mirror... can also think."

Rain Butterfly's situation was the most peculiar. Her translucent finger had extended to her entire palm, and faint star patterns began to appear at the fingertip. When she attempted to separate her consciousness, those star patterns suddenly lit up, alleviating the pain of her mental tearing.

"This is..." Yu Die looked at her hand in surprise.

Dongfang Wantang went over to examine her and was shocked: "How can her mental power be so strong?"

Han Feng asked in confusion, "Could it be related to the fact that she was a doctor before?"

Dongfang Wantang looked at the girl in front of her, then at Han Feng, and said, "Maybe, but her way of controlling her mental power is far beyond that of others. She might become the first person to be able to create an avatar."

"Keep practicing," Han Feng said to the crowd, suppressing his surprise. "Remember, after the first successful separation of consciousness, the pain will gradually lessen. Just like muscle memory, the mind will also adapt."

Liu Mengran sat in the corner, trying several times without success. She bit her lower lip, a hint of frustration flashing in her eyes.

"Don't rush." ​​Han Feng's true form crouched down in front of her, gently taking her hand. "You haven't received professional training before, so your mental strength needs to be cultivated slowly."

"But I can't even do the most basic energy manipulation." Liu Mengran looked at the faint light in her palm with frustration. "Even Wanwan can condense a ball of light..."

Han Feng chuckled, then suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You know what? Do you remember when I was renovating my room? That was my first time trying it out, and you've completely blown it up?"

Liu Mengran chuckled, her tense shoulders relaxing. Han Feng seized the opportunity to guide her fingers: "Come on, breathe in rhythm with me...inhale...exhale..."

The stellar energy of the two merged in their palms, gradually forming a stable ball of light. Liu Mengran was pleasantly surprised to find that when she didn't deliberately "control" the energy, but instead guided it naturally like breathing, the energy became more obedient.

"That's it!" Han Feng encouraged. "Now imagine your consciousness branching out like a tree branch..."

The training lasted for a full three hours. When Han Feng announced the break, everyone collapsed to the ground, exhausted, but their eyes shone with excitement—everyone had made a breakthrough.

The Iron Tower successfully maintained the energy outline for ten seconds; Night Owl was able to make his clone perform simple movements; Rain Butterfly's star-patterned arm was almost completely solidified; even Su Wanwan had mastered the basic energy diversion techniques.

"We'll continue tomorrow." Han Feng dispelled his clone, leaving only his main body to stretch his aching muscles. "Remember that feeling; try simulating it in your mind before bed."

Dongfang Wantang walked to Han Feng's side, her voice so low only he could hear: "You've been hiding something."

\"Um?\"

"The pain of the Mind Distraction Technique isn't truly lessened." Dongfang Wantang looked directly into his eyes. "Each time your consciousness is divided, it hurts just as much as the first time; it's just that the user has learned to endure it. You don't want to scare them away, do you?"

Han Feng remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Dongfang Wantang's gaze became complicated: "Then you can control three clones at the same time..."

"I'm used to it." Han Feng brushed it off casually and turned to look at the other people's practice.

Dongfang Wantang stood there, watching Han Feng's retreating figure. In that instant, she seemed to see the common destiny of all the Star Soul Masters throughout history—willing to endure unimaginable pain in order to protect others.

At this moment, she felt a strong curiosity about the man in front of her, unlike the curiosity she felt when she first learned that he was the Lord of Star Souls. Instead, she was curious about him as a person.

"Wantang, what nonsense are you thinking! He already has two female confidantes!" Dongfang Wantang shook her head, as if trying to shake the thought that had just come to mind.