502: Chapter 502 Please experience a brand new version of the cultivation technique.

"I remember."

Seeing Fang Cheng ask, Lin Chuqiao straightened the strands of hair by her ear and recalled:

"At the time, we discussed that although the various Meditation schools around the world are diverse, whether it is Eastern Zen practice, Daoist inner observation, Western mindfulness Meditation, transcendental Meditation, or Tianzhu's yoga Meditation, their core Concepts are largely the same."

"It is nothing more than using auxiliary methods such as regulating breathing and silently reciting incantations to forcibly cut off perception of the outside world, pursuing the states of 'tranquility' and 'samadhi', and ultimately letting consciousness sink into an ethereal realm."

She paused and looked at Fang Cheng somewhat doubtfully:

"Why did you suddenly bring this up?"

Fang Cheng did not answer directly, then calmly said:

"That's right, mainstream practice emphasizes the word 'stillness'."

"Most schools use subtraction to strip away the five senses layer by layer, ultimately gathering all thoughts, unifying the mind and spirit, and anchoring onto a specific target in the conscious world."

"But this time, I want to have you try a new way, a more proactive Cultivation Technique."

"A new way?"

Professor Ye Zhiren pushed up his glasses and became interested: "I'd love to hear the details."

"It's very simple."

Fang Cheng's tone became somewhat subtle, as if guiding them into a certain special Concept:

"Tonight when you go back to do Meditation, you can try changing the target that your consciousness is accustomed to anchoring."

"Do not think about any illusory white light or still lake water, nor think of that vague and massive phantom in your subconscious."

He turned his head slightly, his gaze seeming to pierce through their bodies and reach straight into the depths of both of their Soul:

"You can try to first Visualization me as a person, silently reciting my name, and then slowly conjure a sun blooming with golden light in your mind."

"The sun?"

Lin Chuqiao blinked and subconsciously glanced at the setting sun outside the car window:

"You mean, let us imagine you as the sun in reality?"

This statement sounded a bit strange, carrying a hint of ambiguity and a hint of incomprehension.

Fang Cheng did not deny it; instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a mysterious arc:

"You can understand it that way, but this is not just imagination; it is even more a call on a spiritual level."

He slowed down the car, his gaze sinking, and his tone became more distant:

"Compared to other Meditation schools that pursue the 'static' state of mental tranquility and a calm, rippless ancient well, this Cultivation method is essentially a 'dynamic' process."

"Imagine yourselves being in endless perpetual night and fog, losing your directions, and feeling bone-chilling cold."

"Right at this moment, a brilliant great sun slowly rises from the horizon, its golden rays piercing through the darkness like sharp swords and tearing apart the fog."

"You no longer wait in place, but instead follow that light, running and approaching the place where the sun rises."

"As the distance closes, you will feel warmth, feel life gradually recovering, and have light fill your vision, until... you are completely bathed in that majestic vitality."

Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look at the setting sun outside the window, his pupils reflecting the golden-red afterglow.

His voice was low and magnetic, as if depicting a magnificent picture scroll.

"Calling... dynamic..."

After hearing this, Professor Ye Zhiren frowned slightly.

As a senior Mental Energy user, he keenly captured the unusualness behind these words.

He pondered for a moment and said:

"President, although in certain ancient Esoteric Buddhism schools, there are indeed methods of Visualization 'Yidam' or 'Guru' to gain spiritual blessings,"

"but this usually requires years of devotion and extremely complex rituals, or even requires the Guru to personally empower and establish a spiritual connection."

"Now, simply imagining you, President, as a conceptual 'sun' without any medium, will it really have an effect?"

"Whether it has an effect or not, we'll only know after trying."

Fang Cheng did not explain much, only slightly raising the corners of his lips and giving the two of them a meaningful look through the rearview mirror:

"Perhaps you will see some... unexpected scenery."

After these words were spoken, the carriage fell into silence once again.

Outside the window, the bustling city silhouette gradually blurred in the twilight.

In the distance, skyscrapers lit up with sporadic lights, complementing the brilliant sunset glow on the horizon.

In a daze, there was a strange texture where reality and illusion Fusion.

Seeing Fang Cheng's mysterious appearance, Lin Chuqiao couldn't help chuckling, and her initial trace of doubt turned into curiosity:

"All right, since it's your order, President, then I'll give it a try. Anyway, it's just Meditation, even if it has no effect, there won't be any loss."

"That's true."

Professor Ye Zhiren nodded.

Although he still had doubts in his heart and felt that this was somewhat contrary to common sense, out of trust in Fang Cheng's strength, he also decided to give it a try.

"Then tonight, I'll try the method President mentioned."

Fang Cheng smiled, turned his gaze, and cast his sight forward again.

He didn't tell the two of them that this was actually a crucial experiment.

If it could succeed, many unresolved difficult problems would be readily solved.

The traffic on the highway gradually thickened, and the car slowly drove across the cross-river bridge.

Ahead, the lights of thousands of homes had already lit up.

After dropping off Lin Chuqiao and Professor Ye Zhiren at their respective residences, Fang Cheng drove towards Jiuchang Street.

It was the evening rush hour after work, and the narrow streets of the old district were jammed to the point of being impassable by all kinds of vehicles.

E-bikes shuttled like agile fish through the gaps of the long lines of cars.

The sounds of honking horns, braking, and the peddling of roadside vendors seemed to mix into a boiling pot of porridge.

Fang Cheng drove that massive black SUV, moving cautiously.

Relying on his Entry-Level Driving skills, he finally managed to find a parking space barely big enough to squeeze into on the side of a slightly wider road.

Looking at the car body almost pressing against the wall skin, he helplessly shook his head.

If he had known that Mom was nostalgic and liked living in an old district full of mortal atmosphere, he shouldn't have bought this gas-guzzling tiger back then.

Trading it for a small hot hatch like a MINI or a Fit would probably have made him feel much more at home in this area.

Turning off the engine and getting out of the car, Fang Cheng casually picked up the newly bought dark blue canvas cross-body bag on the passenger seat.

Although the Illuminati currently had tens of millions lying in its accounts and his own net worth was not small, he was still used to using this kind of roadside stall item worth tens of yuan.

Sturdy, durable, large capacity, and most importantly, low-profile enough.

Even if it scraped in a battle, his heart wouldn't ache.

It was simply a Divine Artifact tailor-made for a fierce man like him who would start fighting people at every turn.

"Yo, A-Cheng is back!"

Just as he stepped into the hallway, old Chen from next door, who was carrying a trash bag downstairs, greeted him enthusiastically.

"Uncle Chen, have you eaten?"

Fang Cheng responded with a smile.

"Just finished eating, going out on the street for a walk. I heard you went on a business trip? You stayed outside for quite a long time this time."

"Yeah, I went to Tiannan Province, the scenery there is pretty good."

Fang Cheng walked all the way, nodding and exchanging pleasantries with the neighbors he met along the way.

The familiar scent carrying cooking oil fumes rushed over him, diluting the murderous aura of walking on the edge of life and death during this period, allowing his tense nerves to relax involuntarily.

Going up to the 9th floor, he took out his keys and unlocked the somewhat paint-peeling security door.

"Click."

The lights were on in the living room, and warm yellow light poured out.

The floor was mopped so brightly that it could even faintly reflect human figures.

The sofa covers were pulled flat and neat, and no debris was seen on the coffee table.

That somewhat withered pothos on the windowsill had also been pruned to look spirited, with a few water droplets on its leaves.

Obviously, the house had just undergone a thorough cleaning.

"Mom, I'm back."

Fang Cheng changed into his slippers and called out.

"Hey! Chengcheng is back?"

Li Biyun's voice came from the second bedroom, followed immediately by her walking out quickly with a rag in her hand.

She was wearing a domestic floral apron with her hair simply tied back behind her head. Seeing her son, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes smiled and stretched open.

"I was just tidying up your room. When you went out this morning, didn't you say you had to work overtime and wouldn't be back for dinner?"

"Things went very smoothly at the company, so I finished work early and rushed back."

Fang Cheng casually placed the cross-body bag on the cabinet.

This feeling of having a light on and someone waiting the moment he stepped through the door warmed his heart.

"You must be hungry, right? Mom will go make you something to eat right now."

"There is still braised beef left over from yesterday in the fridge. Shall I cut a plate for you and cook a bowl of noodles?"

As Li Biyun spoke, she was about to walk toward the kitchen.

"Don't rush, Mom, come over here first."

Fang Cheng grabbed his mother's hand, pressed her down to sit on the sofa, and smiled mysteriously:

"This business trip, I brought you a gift."

"What gift? Spending money recklessly again."

Li Biyun chided with her mouth, but her eyes revealed a sense of anticipation.

Fang Cheng turned around, took out an exquisite red sandalwood jewelry box from his cross-body bag, and handed it over.

Li Biyun took it doubtfully and opened it gently.

The next second, her eyes widened instantly.

Seeing on the black velvet backing quietly lay a jade bracelet that was entirely emerald green and extremely clear-watered.

Under the illumination of the light, that trace of emerald color seemed to come alive, flowing with a warm luster.

"This... this is jade?"

Although Li Biyun didn't know the ropes, she could also tell that this item was of considerable value.

Then, as if thinking of something, her hands shook in fright:

"Chengcheng, how much must this cost? Where did you get the money to buy such expensive things?"

"Didn't spend much money."

Fang Cheng had long fabricated a lie and explained without changing his expression or skipping a beat:

"When I was traveling in Tiannan Province, I passed by a jade market where many merchants were auctioning raw stones."

"I went over to join the fun, and seeing that the price was relatively cheap, I bought one to play with."

"Who knew that my luck was good, and a single cut caused its value to soar, so I had a local master conveniently process a bracelet for you."

"Really?"

Li Biyun looked at her son with suspicious eyes.

"Truer than real gold. Come, put it on and try."

Fang Cheng smiled, picked up the bracelet, and gently slipped it onto his mother's wrist.

The emerald green bracelet set off Li Biyun's somewhat rough yet still fair wrist, making it appear exceptionally luxurious.

It seemed to instantly suppress that mortal aura of half a lifetime of toil, revealing a hint of gentle charm.

Li Biyun raised her wrist, looking left and right, and the fondness in her eyes simply couldn't be hidden.

Which woman could resist this kind of shiny thing?

But she still couldn't help reaching out to poke Fang Cheng's forehead, starting her nagging mode:

"You child, you're just too bold. Are those kinds of gambling stones something you can just touch casually? This time you got lucky, what if you lose next time?"

"In the future, you are not allowed to do this kind of opportunistic thing again, hear me? Making money isn't easy; you have to save it to marry a wife..."

"Got it, got it, won't happen again."

Fang Cheng nodded obediently and accepted the lesson.

Li Biyun scolded him for a while, but her heart was sweet and happy.

She carefully touched the bracelet and stood up:

"All right, Mom will go make food for you, tonight I'll add a few more poached eggs for you!"

Watching his mother walk briskly into the kitchen, Fang Cheng smiled and carried his cross-body bag back to his bedroom.

Closing the door, he unzipped it and felt out a slightly smaller jewelry box from the compartment of the bag.

Inside this was an exquisitely crafted white gold necklace, dangling with a small sapphire, featuring a fashionably simple design.

Although not as expensive as that bracelet, it still cost around ten thousand yuan, specially prepared for Zhou Xiumei.

The singing talent show that girl was participating in was going to start its audition this Saturday.

Two days ago, she even specifically called to ask when he would come back, her tone full of anxiety and anticipation.

The two of them hadn't seen each other for quite a while; giving her this gift could be worn right during the competition to add some confidence to her.

Not long after, dinner was ready.

Steaming hot poached egg beef noodles, paired with sour radishes pickled personally by Mom.

Fang Cheng wolfed down three large bowls consecutively, not even leaving the soup base.

This grounded sense of security was something no mountain delicacies or sea treasures could compare to.

After dinner, Fang Cheng took a hot shower to wash away the dust of running around all day.

Then he returned to his bedroom, without turning on the lights, and sat cross-legged directly on the bed.

The sound of the television in the living room had quieted down.

Li Biyun thought her son was too tired from work and had gone back to his room to rest early, so she didn't come to disturb him.

Outside the window, the nightlife of Jiuchang Street had just begun.

The halo of neon lights spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.

The shouting of the barbecue stall downstairs and the car horns passing by on the distant road clearly entered his ears.

These noisy sounds did not disturb Fang Cheng; instead, they made him feel a long-lost peace.

Fang Cheng suddenly understood a bit why his mother insisted on living in the old district.

It was precisely this mortal atmosphere that gave him a bit more human flavor, rather than gradually turning into a cold, ruthless, and reclusive monster...

He shook his head, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and let his heartbeat gradually merge with the night.

At first, chaotic thoughts would still flash through his mind.

The preparation of the Illuminati, the threat of Utopia, his mother's smile, Zhou Xiumei's anticipation...

But as his breathing became long and weak, these thoughts were like wisps of clouds blown away by the wind, fading away little by little until they completely disappeared.

The external clamor also gradually faded into the distance, as if isolated by an invisible barrier.

Time passed silently in the quietness.

Not knowing how long had passed, perhaps an instant, perhaps an hour.

When Fang Cheng woke up once again from the deep samadhi state.

He only felt his mind platform clear, every pore throughout his body exuding transparency and comfort, and his Mental Energy had already accumulated to its fullest state.

He didn't get up immediately, still maintaining his cross-legged posture.

In the darkness, his eyes slowly opened.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the wall in front of him, looking toward a world in another dimension.

"I can start trying..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself in a low voice, golden light flashing deep within his pupils and vanishing.