131: Chapter 131 My Own Goal

Chapter 131: A Goal of One's Own

Moonlight quietly spilled over the mountain forest.

Dense fog spread out, surrounding an old, dimly lit building with twinkling lights in the dark night.

On the 7th floor of the building, the hallway was dark and quiet, with not a soul to be heard.

Only one room with a doorplate reading "Truth and Meditation Fellowship" revealed light.

Inside the office, two figures leaned against the desk, discussing matters in low voices.

One of them was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a thin and refined appearance.

He was none other than Instructor Chen, who guided Fang Cheng and the others in Meditation and Cultivation.

Sitting behind the desk was a fat, wrinkle-faced old man.

His brows were tightly knitted, looking deeply worried, and he muttered to himself:

"In the current situation, we can be said to be besieged on all sides. If the president's body can recover as soon as possible and return in time, that would be great..."

Then he raised his head and suddenly asked:

"How has this recent batch of trainees performed?"

Seeing the other party bring up this matter, Instructor Chen then replied:

"Very ordinary. There is one young man who might be worth cultivating, and there are two others who have value for further observation."

"Expending so much resources, and they only have value for observation and cultivation?"

The old man showed a look of dissatisfaction and said with a heavier tone:

"Jiandong, the Sea Sacrifice Festival is coming soon, we must speed up the preparation progress. I always have a bad premonition..."

Instructor Chen, who was called "Jiandong", hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Teacher, our manpower is indeed too few right now, but trying to find someone with matching Aptitude among ordinary people is no different from finding a needle in a haystack."

"We must manage even if we can't. What we want are not companions, just barely enough to make up the numbers is fine. As long as we get through this crisis, everything else can be ignored."

The old man's attitude was very resolute, and then he instructed:

"Tomorrow you go to town and find Little Chen to think of a way. After all, this time it is not just our problem; the entire Yongan Island may face danger."

Hearing this, Instructor Chen Jiandong fell slightly silent.

The "Little Chen" mentioned by the teacher was actually his grandfather.

He was also the Clan Chief of the Chen surname, the largest surname on Yongan Island, who could be considered authoritative and highly respected locally.

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to drag his grandfather into this.

Only...

When his gaze fell on the tightly wrinkled skin on the teacher's face and the faintly revealed grayish-green horny layer,

Instructor Chen Jiandong's pupils shrank slightly, and then he nodded and said:

"Alright."

Seeing this, the old man knocked on the table with his thick knuckles in satisfaction.

...

The lower floors of the training camp building were brightly lit, and many people had not yet fallen asleep.

Inside Room 315.

"Wow, the feeling of Meditation is truly great!"

In the dormitory, Pan Wendi, who had just finished a hot shower, rubbed his hair with a bath towel while expressing his feelings:

"It seems I really came to the right place this time. No wonder my cousin always suggested that I practice Meditation when I have nothing to do, saying it can unlock wisdom and make me smarter."

He stood in front of the mirror, bent his arms, and flexed his bulging biceps.

Then he looked at Fang Cheng, who was lying on the bed holding a detective novel:

"Little Ma, do you have a girlfriend? Do you want me to introduce my cousin to you? She is pretty, has a sweet voice, and a good figure. I guarantee you won't be able to take your eyes off her once you see her."

Fang Cheng seemed to be reading, but was actually thinking about things.

Suddenly he raised his head and asked him:

"Did you not discover any new secrets in the Meditation class today?"

Pan Wendi was stunned upon hearing this:

"Now that you mention it, I do think of many suspicious points."

Then, stroking his chin like Sherlock Holmes, he began to analyze seriously:

"That Instructor surnamed Chen, I always feel that his smile is fake and pretentious, without any personal emotions at all. He is suspicious."

"And that Meditation hall, after entering, the aura is completely different from the outside. The lights on the dome seem to be inlaid with gems. Such a big gesture does not look like something an ordinary organization can afford."

Fang Cheng nodded and then asked:

"When you do Meditation and Cultivation, do you have any unique experiences, such as seeing or hearing some abnormal phenomena?"

Pan Wendi scratched his head:

"I just felt so comfortable I wanted to sleep. After waking up, apart from my legs being a bit numb, my whole body felt as refreshing as if I had a bone-loosening massage."

Seeing that he was behaving quite normally, Fang Cheng did not continue asking.

After chatting casually for a few words, the two turned off the lights and rested.

Perhaps because they went out to play for half a day today and then attended a Meditation class upon returning,

Pan Wendi quickly fell asleep, and slept very sweetly, snoring slightly as his breath moved in and out.

Fang Cheng lay on his side and listened for a moment.

Seeing that he was already asleep, he climbed up from the bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Preparing to practice Meditation in the middle of the night just to confirm the situation again.

About two hours later.

In the dark, Fang Cheng opened his bright and shining eyes, looking at the prompt information appearing in front of him.

[Meditation experience +1]

Error-free, first release, internal content, check it out!

Then he opened the character panel to check the growth of his mental attributes.

[You successfully completed a deep Meditation, Mental increased by 0.01]

Two hours of cross-legged Meditation actually had an effect 10 times higher than getting 8 full hours of sleep before.

You must know that Fang Cheng's Mental attribute was as high as 40 points now.

Aside from practicing Focus, Speed Reading and other mental-type skills, ordinary sleep or other activities could hardly provide any buff effects anymore.

Fang Cheng blinked, and could feel that his current mental state was indeed very good.

The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the growth rate of skill experience was a bit too slow.

Two hours of practice only added 1 point of experience.

The main reason for this still lay in Fang Cheng himself.

Even after leaving that rather bizarre Meditation hall,

Fang Cheng could still sense that azure space and that distant, massive phantom during the Meditation process.

With the thought of prevention, every time Meditation progressed deep, he would automatically become alert and wake up to avoid the risk of his consciousness being addicted.

This also caused the Meditation process to be intermittent, and the speed of experience enhancement became very slow.

Although the instructor did not mention the "specific goal" and "guiding method" mentioned by Lin Chuqiao during class,

Fang Cheng already had some guesses in his heart about what the so-called "goal" actually meant.

That mysterious and unknown phantom was perhaps the purpose of the members of the Truth and Meditation Fellowship practicing Meditation, the ultimate end of life they expected to approach and reach?

Of course, this was their "goal", not the "goal" Fang Cheng wanted to pursue.

Fang Cheng did not like the feeling of not being able to fully control his own self-awareness.

For this reason, he would rather give up the powerful strength he had a chance to obtain through Awakening.

"Although I am not any kind of Genius, with the panel's assistance, even if I Cultivate a bit slower, I can still grow up."

As for how to establish a goal of one's own?

Fang Cheng had no clues for the time being. He would ponder it slowly after listening to the instructor's lectures later.

While pondering, he suddenly heard a strange and familiar sound coming from the corridor.

Pat-da—

It sounded like someone wearing rubber shoes filled with water stepping on the floor.

After about ten seconds.

Pat-da—

Another sound fell.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but frown slightly, his gaze casting out the door like lightning.