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Chapter 298 Master-level Meditation, Manas Consciousness

In the woods.

Roger closed his eyes and focused intently, his nostrils flaring slightly as he carefully sensed the residual energy fluctuations in the air.

He had been attending morning prayers at the temple, and it was this familiar atmosphere that triggered his unique connection to the spirituality of the Golden Bamba Vase.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings.

The forest was completely silent. Apart from the charred, still warm boulder, there was no one else in sight.

Roger's face instantly turned ashen, and his eyes behind his glasses burned with rage.

He was almost 100% certain that the person who had just stopped there was the bald guy he hated to the bone and who was burning with rage!
Moreover, the other party actually chose to cultivate in a place so close to Lingquan Temple.

This behavior is clearly a blatant provocation!

It's like someone stealing another person's precious sword, then brazenly going to that person's house to borrow their whetstone to sharpen it, and deliberately making a jarring noise.

"asshole!!"

Roger gritted his teeth and growled.

With a blur, he darted through the surrounding woods, trying to find the bald man's footprints.

However, no matter how hard he searched, he found nothing.

The person seemed to have been completely engulfed by the flames and evaporated into thin air, leaving no useful clues.

All that remains is this charred bluestone and the lingering smell of smoke in the air.

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Taiping Mountain, the Xiao family mansion.

Inside the solemn and dignified ancestral hall, the green lamps flickered and the incense smoke curled upwards.

Xiao Linye sat cross-legged on a bright yellow futon, his eyes closed, his breath deep and still.

Below him, a dozen or so core members of the Xiao family stood respectfully with their hands at their sides.

They dared not make a sound, quietly waiting for the patriarch to finish his meditation and begin today's family morning meeting.

At this moment, Xiao Linye's mind was not completely immersed in the clear and tranquil state of meditation.

A faint sense of unease, like an undercurrent beneath the surface of water, quietly stirred within his heart.

The matter of the Golden Bomba Bottle was glossed over in front of that "master".

But in reality, Xiao Linye's frustration and resentment far exceeded what he showed.

That's more than just a religious artifact from the Black Church.

It is also the most crucial part of his perfect plan to kill two birds with one stone, severely damage the Lu family, and thus strengthen himself!
Xiao Linye boasted that he had a perfect plan, using Roger, that bald monk, as a pawn to lure the Lu family into a trap, and everything was going according to his script.

On the night of the incident, he had already begun to conceive of it.

When the Lu family's secret realm turns into a bloodbath, how will he reap the benefits and take the opportunity to reclaim the Golden Benba Bottle, which is infused with immense spiritual power?

What will become of the Xiao family as they rise to even greater heights in the future?

however--

That bald kid who appeared out of nowhere was like a boulder, smashing all his carefully laid plans to pieces!

"call……"

Xiao Linye slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, forcing himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

There's a saying that's true: those who achieve great things must not be impatient.

It's a pity that the Golden Bamba Bottle broke, but as long as the opportunity mentioned by the "master" arrives, everything Xiao Linye wants will be within his grasp.

As for that bastard who ruined his plans...

Hmph, just a nobody, not worth worrying about.

Xiao Linye was shrewd and calculating, and had long ago secretly made some backup plans.

I'm sure that kid will soon pay the price for his recklessness.

Perhaps, he has already gone mad from recklessly absorbing energy.

Thinking of this, a cold smile involuntarily appeared on Xiao Linye's lips.

Even if it were to be reduced to fragments, the immense essence and resentment suppressed within the Golden Benba Bottle for two thousand years would not be something an unknown youth could easily control.

Moreover, he himself added many insidious and malicious restrictions to it.

This power, though seemingly strong and alluring, is like a deadly poison.

Those who take it are like those who drink poison to quench their thirst; in the end, it will only backfire on them.

Xiao Linye slowly guided his own breath, trying to further stabilize his mind and eliminate distracting thoughts.

Just then, an extremely subtle yet incredibly familiar energy fluctuation entered his mind without warning.

Like a ripple on the surface of water, it quietly touched his senses!
Xiao Linye's body stiffened abruptly.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashing across them before turning into a chilling, sinister aura.

This breath...

You can’t go wrong!
It's definitely the spirit of the Golden Bomba Bottle!
Moreover, it is not the kind of primal spirituality that is mixed, violent, and full of resentment.

Instead, it has undergone some kind of purification and deep integration, becoming more refined and pure.

There was even a faint, overwhelming force... a backlash that made his very soul tremble, crashing towards him like a tidal wave.

How can this be?

That bald kid was not harmed by the spiritual backlash of the Golden Bamba Bottle.

On the contrary... it seems that it successfully broke through all the restrictions and absorbed them, making them its own?!
"puff!"

A surge of blood rushed uncontrollably upwards, and Xiao Linye felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

He forcibly suppressed the surging blood pressure, but his face instantly turned deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

I originally thought the other party was just a troublemaker and a fool who would soon suffer the consequences.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not only alive.

Instead, they transformed what they considered "poisonous" leftovers into a highly nourishing substance!
This feeling was even stronger and more frustrating than when the original plan was ruined!
It's like painstakingly planting a poisonous fruit, waiting for the enemy to pick it.

As a result, the enemy not only picked the fruit, but also brewed it into a fine wine right in front of him, and drank it with great relish.

He even let out a burp.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

Xiao Linye roared wildly in his heart.

On the surface, however, he maintained the dignity of the family head, his face as calm as still water.

But his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the intense emotions surging within him.

The Xiao family members standing below keenly sensed the sudden change in their patriarch's aura.

Everyone fell silent, even their breathing became much softer, for fear of angering this capricious patriarch.

They didn't know what had happened, but they felt the atmosphere in the ancestral hall suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

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Half an hour later, at the buffet restaurant of Yuehu Hotel.

Fang Cheng was sitting with his mother, uncle, and grandfather, enjoying a hearty breakfast.

He wolfed down his food, devouring it in a flash.

Her astonishing appetite and eating speed drew gasps of amazement from the guests at the next table.

"Ah!"

Fang Cheng suddenly turned his head, his back to the dining table, and sneezed loudly. He then rubbed his nose, a thought creeping onto his mind:
"That's strange, why are so many people missing me?"

"Chengcheng, have you caught a cold?"

Li Biyun immediately put down her chopsticks and looked at him with concern:

"The weather has been fluctuating these past few days, with a large temperature difference between day and night. When you exercise, make sure to wear an extra layer of clothing. Don't take your young age for granted; catching a cold is no fun."

Fang Cheng rummaged through his bowl of beef fried rice and mumbled a reply:
"Okay, Mom, I'll wear an extra layer next time I go for my morning exercise..."

Standing to the side, Li Dingjian looked at his nephew's body, which was even stronger than a tiger, and secretly curled his lip, thinking to himself:
"With A-Cheng's abnormal physical condition, if he could even catch a cold, then probably no one else in the world would need to live..."

Breakfast is over.

Fang Cheng made an excuse that he was a little tired after his morning exercise and wanted to rest for a while, so he returned to his hotel room alone.

He first took a long, hot shower to wash away the sweat and strange smell of smoke.

Then I changed into a clean and loose casual outfit, and I felt much more refreshed.

Inside the room, sunlight streamed softly through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the carpet.

Tiny dust particles floated in the air, dancing leisurely in the slanted beams of light.

At this moment, the tension and danger of cultivating in the back mountain of Lingquan Temple are gone, replaced by a rare sense of peace.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the soft and comfortable bed, feeling peaceful and more energetic than ever before.

Recalling the sudden surge of emotion I felt when I ended my meditation, there was a hint of malice mixed in.

It seems that, in some mysterious way, someone or something is trying to find and locate itself.

On the way back to the hotel, I paid special attention to my back, but I didn't find any suspicious people following me.

Fang Cheng speculated that this sudden anomaly might be related to the Golden Bamba Bottle.

After all, he had just completely refined and integrated its remaining spirituality.

In this process, it is very likely that some unknown restrictions have been triggered.

Or perhaps, it resonated with certain beings who were equally sensitive to the golden Bamba vase.

"It seems best to avoid places like temples in the future..."

Fang Cheng thought to himself.

Since the special training over the past three days has basically achieved the expected goals.

That grove of trees no longer has much use to me.

Frequent visits might actually expose your presence and attract unnecessary trouble.

With that thought in mind, Fang Cheng composed himself and decided to stop dwelling on it.

The most important thing right now is to improve my meditation skills as well.

I'm only 3 experience points away from leveling up, now's the perfect time to strike while the iron is hot.

Fang Cheng adjusted his breathing, slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually settled.

Soon, he re-entered his own world of consciousness.

This time, when I "looked" at that spiritual fire, I found that it had changed significantly compared to before.

The flames no longer flickered as before, but became unusually stable, silently hovering in the endless darkness.

It burns brighter and more solidly, emitting a more intense and penetrating light.

This illuminates more space of consciousness, forming a larger area of ​​light.

Those golden specks of light that once darted and danced within the flames, frequently exploding and bursting.

At this moment, it had already completely merged into the flame itself, becoming indistinguishable from it.

These symbols, representing the spirituality of the Golden Bamba Bottle, are perfectly combined with the deep blue that symbolizes Fang Cheng's self-will and the crimson that embodies the vitality of the physical body.

This gives the entire cluster of flames a magnificent and sacred reddish-gold color.

This crimson-gold flame no longer possessed any impurity or violence; it was filled with vibrant life and an aura of ultimate yang and strength.

Like the rising sun at dawn, radiating light and dispelling all gloom and darkness from the eastern horizon.

Fang Cheng's mind was immersed in a state of perfect tranquility and meditation.

After the spirituality of the Black Cult's sacred object was completely digested and absorbed, the many strange phenomena that had troubled him vanished.

There was no grand and eerie chanting echoing in my mind.

There were also no longer those menacing demonic illusions that tried to erode the mind.

More importantly, the spiritual fire becomes purer and more efficient, avoiding the large amount of extra mental energy required during the previous abnormal state.

Fang Cheng's breathing was steady and long, almost imperceptible.

The body is no longer like it used to be, where it was difficult to control the raging red energy during meditation, and flames would burst from the whole body.

Everything seemed to fall into place so naturally.

The wall clock's hour and minute hands moved slowly and steadily across the dial.

The path of sunlight in the room also subtly changed, slowly creeping up from a corner of the carpet to the edge of the bed.

Just as the clock was about to strike noon.

In Fang Cheng's world of consciousness, the ball of crimson-gold spiritual fire suddenly surged, bursting forth with a light even more dazzling than the midday sun.

This light did not expand outward, but rather condensed inward.

This makes the core of the flames even brighter, as if a real star is being conceived within it.

An indescribable sense of clarity and enlightenment instantly filled Fang Cheng's mind.

Immediately afterwards, the panel in front of me lit up, radiating a dazzling light.

Congratulations! Through your tireless efforts, you have reached the Master level and your skills have improved significantly.

Meditation lv2 (0/500)

[Receive enhancement reward: Skill effect "Mind Resonance"]

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, and two tangible crimson-gold lights flashed in his eyes before disappearing.

His face beamed with barely suppressed joy.

"Master-level meditation, finally achieved!"

Fang Cheng was extremely excited.

From the initial confusion when I first came into contact with meditation, to being in the deep sea and igniting the fire of spirituality, and now breaking through to the master level.

The journey has been filled with hardships and dangers, but it has also brought him growth and transformation that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Then, Fang Cheng took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He turned his gaze to the skill bar on the panel that was shining brightly, and carefully examined the new special effects brought by the Master-level Meditation skill.

[Soulful Resonance]

This ability is rooted in the universal human empathy and emotional connection, and is a manifestation of the higher-level seventh sense, "Manas," as well as the cornerstone for building a shared community and a stable team.

[When activating this ability, you can attempt to achieve a high-frequency synchronization with the consciousness of one or more selected targets. Upon successfully triggering a mental resonance, an invisible link can be established between the two.]

Regardless of the actual distance between the two parties, this method allows them to share sensory information, thoughts, emotions, and fragments of memory, engage in spiritual communication, provide emotional comfort, or guide each other's self-awareness at a subconscious level.

As the initiator of this ability, you are like a guiding lighthouse, possessing greater authority and control after the connection is established. You can choose to engage in two-way information sharing, or opt for a one-way channel, projecting your consciousness into the target's mental realm to unilaterally acquire their current surface-level thoughts or sensory information.

The prerequisite for establishing a connection is that the target has a certain degree of trust or curiosity towards you, or that both parties share a strong emotional resonance at a certain moment.

[Note that establishing a channel requires a certain amount of mental energy. The duration and stability depend on the total mental energy of both parties and the depth of their mental connection.]

(End of this chapter)