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Chapter 294 Communication Methods Across Space

Fang Cheng stood still, without moving an inch.

Their gaze, however, pierced through the layers of surrounding mist like an arrow released from a bow.

Fleeting images flashed by, leaving ephemeral afterimages deep within my consciousness.

It felt as if I were standing at the boundary between illusion and reality.

Finally, my gaze fell on a hazy, indistinct place, as if I were observing the world through a layer of frosted glass.

Gradually, the blurry scene became clearer.

As the last wisp of mist dissipated.

What came into view was no longer a dark and empty memory palace, but a bright classroom.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, casting warm yellow patches of light on the wooden desks.

The air was filled with the smell of chalk dust, and mathematical formulas were still etched onto the blackboard.

The teacher's gentle voice could be heard, along with the soft sounds of students turning pages and writing...

Fang Cheng felt as if he had been "possessed" in a small body.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, pen in hand, diligently taking notes.

Through those unfamiliar yet familiar eyes, one could even see the neat handwriting on the workbook.

Although it's a bit blurry, as if you're wearing glasses for severe nearsightedness, every detail is so real.

Fang Cheng felt a sudden sense of clarity, and a smile appeared on his lips.

I succeeded!
Meanwhile, in a classroom at Yuying Primary School.

Wen Xin, who was listening intently to the teacher explaining a difficult problem, suddenly tilted her head and drew a long ink mark on her workbook with the tip of her pen.

She blinked blankly and blurted out:

"elder brother?"

Although the sound wasn't loud, it seemed particularly jarring in the quiet classroom.

The math teacher's explanation came to an abrupt halt, and all the students' eyes turned to the usually well-behaved girl.

Wen Xin blushed and quickly lowered her head, covering her mouth with her small hands.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced towards the classroom door, a question swirling in his mind:
Am I just imagining things because I miss my brother so much? I think I just heard his voice...

"Wen Xin, pay attention in class."

A familiar thought silently entered her mind once again.

This time, Wen Xin was certain she wasn't mistaken!
She suddenly raised her head and looked around happily.

However, Fang Cheng was nowhere to be found.
Fang Cheng, who was watching from afar, did not continue to disturb Wen Xin's class.

After confirming the success of this "method of contact," they proactively severed the spiritual connection.

In an instant, consciousness returned to its original form.

The scene before me has transformed once again into a dark and empty palace of memories.

The golden sphere of light hovered in the void, humming and rippling across its surface.

Fang Cheng keenly noticed that the light emitted by the orb had dimmed somewhat compared to before.

Although the changes were subtle, they did not escape his notice.

"it is as expected…"

Staring at the sphere of light, Fang Cheng confirmed it once again, and thought to himself.

Previously, the telepathic connection between myself and Wen Xin could only be achieved at very close distances, and the two were limited to exchanging simple thoughts and emotions.

But now, with the help of the golden orb in the memory palace, Fang Cheng has actually successfully established a one-way mental link that spans an enormous space.

The distance of at least ten kilometers between the old factory street and the school was easily broken at this moment!

Even more exciting is that this connection not only enables basic communication of "listening" and "speaking", but also goes further to share visual perception.

Although the connection is not yet stable and the perceived image is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, this is already an unprecedented and huge breakthrough.

Excited, Fang Cheng continued to try to touch the other blurry light patterns on the golden sphere.

There is an urgent desire to verify whether this magical mental link can extend to the consciousness of other people.

Especially those close to them, such as their mother, maternal grandfather, uncle, and Zhou Xiumei.

However, the next few attempts all ended in failure.

No matter how focused Fang Cheng was on sensing them, the light patterns seemed to be constrained by invisible shackles, unable to resonate with him at the same frequency.

Occasionally, a faint glimmer of light would appear, only to vanish in an instant.

Intermittent static accompanied the view, along with blurry images.

It's like being shrouded in a thick fog, unable to perceive clearly, let alone establish a stable spiritual connection.

"It seems that for now, this long-distance connection with Wen Xin is the only option..."

Fang Cheng withdrew his finger and gazed thoughtfully at the still-forming light patterns on the surface of the light sphere.

My thoughts drifted back to the scene at Lin Chuqiao's house.

Wen Xin fell into a coma. How did I enter the depths of her subconscious, use my own spiritual fire to dispel the darkness, and guide her lost self-awareness?

They finally managed to wake her up after she had been asleep for many days.

It can be said that it was an extremely profound spiritual fusion, a resonance that reached the depths of the soul.

"Could it be... that establishing this kind of strong spiritual connection with others also requires a similar process?"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself:

"Like some kind of...spiritual synchronization or soul imprint?"

This idea made him frown.

This is no easy task, and the risks involved are immeasurable. A slight misstep could cause emotional damage to both parties.

"Perhaps... I could consult Lin Chuqiao, or that mysterious professor?"

Fang Cheng recalled that back in the Misty Mountains, they seemed to possess some kind of ability to establish mental connections and share information among team members.

Although the actual situations of the two are different and the principles may be different, they may provide some ideas worth learning from.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Fang Cheng carefully sorted out several key conclusions based on the verification process.

First, the stronger the spiritual attributes of the target of consciousness, the lower the difficulty of establishing a spiritual connection.

Take Wen Xin as an example. She has a natural ability to perceive things clearly, so she encountered almost no obstacles when establishing connections.

Secondly, each connection consumes one's own mental energy, which should be related to the length of time and distance.

This can be clearly seen from the slightly dimmed surface of the light sphere.

The most important prerequisite is that both parties must establish some kind of special spiritual connection beforehand.

Just like the inexplicable bond between myself and Wen Xin.

This connection does not necessarily need to be based on a very close interpersonal relationship.

However, both parties must achieve an exceptionally harmonious resonance at the soul level, forming a spiritual resonance frequency with specific patterns.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng temporarily put this complicated problem aside.

His consciousness receded from the memory palace like the receding tide, returning to the real world.

Outside the window, there was a cacophony of voices and the incessant honking of car horns.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled, dancing light spots on the wooden floor.

At this moment, my stomach once again emitted a thunderous, loud protest.

Glug glug— Fang Cheng let out a soft sigh, only then realizing that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

He rubbed his forehead, feeling the hunger surging within him.

From last night until this morning, and right now, I have been completely immersed in meditation practice and mental experiments.

Although I gained a lot, I forgot the most important thing.

"Looks like I should treat myself to a good reward..."

Fang Cheng no longer suppressed his appetite and stood up, muttering to himself.

My joints, which had been sitting for a long time, made a series of "crackling" sounds.

As he stretched his limbs, the soreness and numbness in his muscles made Fang Cheng frown, but the thought of the delicious food that was about to be served brought a look of anticipation to his eyes.

Since we've already missed breakfast and lunch is so late, why not combine all three meals into one—and have a real feast!

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng rubbed his rumbling stomach, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up in a smile:

"And it has to be a super lavish feast of fish and meat!"

This thought made Fang Cheng's steps quicken. He quickly picked up his bag and prepared to go to the supermarket for a big shopping spree.

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The next day.

Jiangdong District Global Elite Fighting Club.

Inside the training hall, the dull, powerful sounds of striking echoed intermittently, mingled with the shouts of the trainees and the smell of sweat.

Fang Cheng had just finished an intense sparring session, exchanged a few pleasantries with his employer, and then slowly walked off the boxing ring.

With practiced ease, he unwrapped the bandages and removed the sweat-soaked boxing gloves.

He then unscrewed a sports drink, tilted his head back, and gulped down a few mouthfuls, sweat trickling down his angular face.

To outsiders, he looked as if he had given it his all and was panting heavily.

In fact, it didn't consume much of his energy; it was just like a normal warm-up exercise.

Even the sweat flowing down his body was merely a disguise deliberately created by his true energy.

Fang Cheng drank his water and glanced at the two notification messages that appeared on the panel:

[Sanda Experience +1]

[Muay Thai Experience +2]

His calm gaze then swept across the venue.

His gaze swept over the ordinary students who were in class, and then landed on the other side of the training field.

The loud "Bang! Bang! Bang!" sounds were particularly noticeable.
Xu Hao was shirtless, furiously punching a heavy sandbag weighing several hundred kilograms, each punch seemingly aimed at bursting the sandbag.

A large area was cleared around him, and the other students and instructors all tacitly kept their distance.

Clearly, this person is already "notorious" within the club.

Even those sparring partners who charge by the hour would avoid him, fearing they might be taken away and used as human punching bags.

Nobody wants to end up injured just to make a little money; that would be a huge loss.

Fang Cheng had noticed Xu Hao's arrival long ago, but he didn't make a sound. He just silently drank water and adjusted his breathing.

Several boxers who had just finished training huddled together, wiping their sweat and whispering amongst themselves:
"Whoa, Xu Hao, that jinx, is here again? Isn't he afraid of getting dealt with by Fang Cheng again?"

"Exactly, with Fang Cheng around, he really has the nerve to come to our club."

"Hehe, last time he came to challenge us, he was so arrogant, but he got beaten up like a pig's head by Fang Cheng in the ring..."

The person speaking gestured, a gloating smile on their face.

"Yes, yes, I heard he almost couldn't stand up at the end and had to be carried out..."

Listening to the intermittent discussions around him, Fang Cheng muttered to himself:
"Is it really that exaggerated? I remember we tied last time, he was very low-key?"

I shook my head. These people always like to exaggerate their rumors.

At this moment, Xu Hao seemed to have gotten tired and stopped, panting heavily.

He wiped the sweat from his face, his gaze habitually sweeping across the venue, and soon locked onto Fang Cheng's figure.

He then grinned and was about to stride over to say hello.

But then they saw Fang Cheng calmly raise his hand and, while wiping his sweat with a towel, secretly make a hidden gesture.

Xu Hao's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood. He nodded slightly and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Next, the guy picked up a buzzing fascia gun and started relaxing his muscles.

But he was clearly not one to stay put, and while relaxing, he began to loiter around the training hall.

Whenever he sees someone practicing boxing, he always goes over to point and comment, his tone incredibly arrogant:
"Hey, your hook punch isn't working properly, it's so weak it's like a woman's!"

"Your footwork is too stiff; it's like someone is hitting a wooden stake when they try to hit you..."

Most of the older students knew his character and just rolled their eyes at him, too lazy to bother with him.

Unfortunately, there was a clueless newcomer who didn't know him. He got angry at what he said and retorted with a sharp retort.

Xu Hao immediately became interested, his eyes lit up, and he tossed the massage gun aside:
"Hey kid, you've got guts! You're not convinced? Let's go up on stage and have a go?"

Just as a fight was about to break out, a senior student quickly grabbed the newcomer and whispered about Xu Hao's glorious deeds.

The newlyweds turned pale upon hearing this and reluctantly shut their mouths.

Seeing that no one was willing to challenge him, Xu Hao felt bored, yet he was full of energy with nowhere to vent it.

This caused many professional players in the venue to frown. If they weren't worried about something, someone would probably have come up and taught him a lesson.

Fortunately, his father, Xu Maocai, appeared in time and gave Xu Hao a few words of earnest advice.

This finally calmed him down temporarily, and he sullenly headed towards the locker room.

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At noon, the sound of running water could be heard in the club's attached bathroom.

At this time, most people have already gone to eat or gone back to the locker room for a nap.

The bathroom was unusually quiet, with steam still rising like wisps of smoke.

Only in the two shower stalls separated by frosted glass could the sound of running water continue to be heard.

Through the hazy mist and glass, two muscular figures could be vaguely seen from behind.

He was bald, with a well-proportioned and upright figure, though perhaps due to his height, he appeared slightly thin.

However, when rinsed with hot water, the muscle lines of the back and shoulder blades become clearly defined, as if carved by a knife.

Each piece seems to contain astonishing explosive power, full of smooth and masculine beauty.

The other one had medium-length hair with a few striking yellow highlights.

His physique was also muscular and he looked extremely robust.

However, compared to the former, the muscles in this case clearly lacked the extreme refinement and coordination of the former.

Hot water gushed from the showerhead, washing over the two men's bodies, which were covered in sweat and the marks of training.

The fragrance of the shower gel, mixed with the rising steam, slowly permeated the enclosed space, as if forming a natural barrier.

Amidst the rushing water, a voice suddenly rang out:
"Any progress on the matter I asked you to investigate last time?"

The two robust men shrouded in mist were Fang Cheng and Xu Hao.

The two tacitly chose this time and place for a secret rendezvous.

(End of this chapter)