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Chapter 300: The name of this cultivation technique sounds very imposing.

A golden sphere of light hovered in the center of the dark hall, emitting a faint, low hum.

Gazing at the ever-flowing patterns of light, like the veins of life, Fang Cheng was filled with countless emotions.

This breakthrough in meditation level came at the perfect time, as if opening a door to a new world for me.

It not only enhanced his own strength and resolved his mental problems, but also gave him access to a mysterious and unpredictable method.

In particular, the special effect of "spiritual resonance" is simply a powerful tool for dealing with unknown enemies.

This ability allows Fang Cheng to establish a deep connection with a selected target, gain real-time insight into the other party's thoughts, and perceive environmental information from a distance.

This means that when facing lurking enemies, Fang Cheng can also hide his true identity behind the scenes and use the linked targets as "eyes" and "ears" to gather intelligence, detect threats, and grasp the enemy's true movements.

It's as if they have countless "clones" scattered throughout the city, acting as informants to weave an intelligence network.

With enough nodes, Fang Cheng's consciousness can transcend spatial limitations and jump and project freely.

This allows them to seize opportunities at every turn and avoid falling into a passive and unfavorable situation.

Moreover, the remote sensing capability of "spiritual resonance" also gave Fang Cheng much more confidence in protecting his family.

If Fang Cheng successfully establishes a spiritual connection with his family, he will be able to monitor their situation in real time should any dangerous situation arise, issue reminders at critical moments, or track their whereabouts, providing strong information support for protecting the important people around him.

In conclusion, this ability to acquire intelligence in real time and respond flexibly to complex situations undoubtedly gives one more initiative in future confrontations with adversaries.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes lit up.

Although the road ahead is still shrouded in mist and fraught with danger.

Unknown enemies and challenges are like ferocious beasts lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce at any moment.

But at least now, he has another trump card in his hand that can influence the course of the battle.

Consciousness withdraws from the memory palace.

Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

The sunlight outside the window had already filled most of the room.

The air was filled with the hotel's distinctive, faint scent of disinfectant mixed with fragrance.

"Dong dong dong."

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Chengcheng, are you awake? It's lunchtime, time to go downstairs for lunch."

The voice of her mother, Li Biyun, came from outside the door, carrying her usual gentleness and concern.

Fang Cheng replied, "Okay, Mom, I'll get up right away!"

He quickly got up and put on his shoes, but his mind was still on the skills.

Logically speaking, from an emotional perspective, family members such as mother, maternal grandfather, and uncle are the groups with whom one has the closest relationship and the most mutual trust.

Strangely, the light patterns representing them did not automatically appear on the golden sphere of the memory palace.

"There must be some mechanism involved that I don't yet understand."

Fang Cheng pondered.

Looking back at those light patterns that had already formed, they all seemed to have been generated through a special method.

Or, like Wen Xin, they had a deep, almost soul-to-soul exchange at the subconscious level.

Or, like that member of the True Thought Society, you can make yourself the object of your prayers and meditations, gradually forming a spiritual anchor point in the process.

"If I want to form a spiritual connection with my mom and the others, it seems I need to actively use my ability of 'spiritual resonance' to guide and build it."

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then his thoughts shifted.

However, before that, we still need to find a "guinea pig" to practice on and familiarize ourselves with the specific operating procedures and precautions.

Xu Hao is tough and thick-skinned, and he has a certain degree of "loyalty" to me, making him the best test subject.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng glanced at the phone lying to the side and didn't make the call for the time being.

Let's go eat first, and then I'll go find him later.

....................................

The night was deep, past midnight.

In a certain neighborhood in the East City, a place teeming with all sorts of people, the bar called "Midnight Forest" is still brightly lit.

The heavy metal drumbeats penetrated the thick walls and could be faintly heard even when standing on the street.

Inside a lounge on the second floor of the bar.

The lighting was dim, and several empty wine bottles and ashtrays were haphazardly placed on the coffee table. The air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol.

A high-end stereo in the corner played soft music, attempting to create a tranquil atmosphere, but it seemed out of place with the surroundings.

The two men sat cross-legged on the floor, facing each other, staring at each other.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"Boss, what... what are you doing?"

Xu Hao felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but wiggle his hips.

He glanced furtively at the closed door, then looked at Fang Cheng's face, which appeared somewhat unfathomable in the dim light.

In the dead of night, the man quietly slipped into his lounge and then called him from the noisy bar area to this quiet, deserted place.

He even locked the door from the inside, acting all mysterious, saying he wanted to help himself adjust his mental state.

Xu Hao was filled with doubt.

Thinking back to last time this guy said he didn't know how to solve mental problems, why is he suddenly thinking of "treating" himself?

Moreover, the tone of his voice sounds just like the tricks those quack doctors use to swindle people.
"Relax, don't be nervous."

Fang Cheng's tone was calm and gentle, but his eyes held a hint of scrutiny.

"Just keep your eyes on me."

Fang Cheng went to great lengths to find Xu Hao as a guinea pig for his experiments.

Starting at 10 p.m., in this lounge, I tried every method I could think of to evoke "emotional resonance" or "consciousness synchronization".

For example, the two had a heart-to-heart talk, where Xu Hao shared some of his deepest emotional experiences and discovered common ground between them.

As a result, Xu Hao talked about how he was either incredibly brave and invincible in the underworld and how popular he was, or how he boasted about his skills at picking up girls and his glorious achievement of sleeping with three women in one night.

Her emotions were quite abundant, but unfortunately, they were completely unrelated to Fang Cheng's pure and innocent thoughts.

Next, Fang Cheng tried to use simple hypnotic techniques to guide Xu Hao to relax and enter a semi-conscious state.

As a result, Xu Hao actually started snoring.

Fang Cheng even had an impulse to take a whip and lash Xu Hao, forcing him to develop a strong sense of "awe" and "obedience" towards him.

After all, this can be considered an extreme form of emotional resonance.

Of course, the thought only flashed through my mind.

Fang Cheng recalled the scene when his consciousness was projected into the meditation hall of the True Thought Society in the memory palace.

Aren't the members of those True Thought Society simply using some vague and ethereal "deity" as the goal of their meditation and faith, thereby establishing a kind of spiritual connection?
This gave him new inspiration.

"Xu Hao, do you trust me?"

Fang Cheng suddenly asked.

"what?"

Xu Hao was taken aback by this sudden question.

Thinking that Fang Cheng was testing his loyalty, he immediately nodded vigorously without thinking, thumping his chest loudly.

"Of course! Boss, you are my guiding light, my second parents. I, Xu Hao, swear to God that I trust you one hundred percent!"

"very good."

Fang Cheng nodded, deciding to try a different approach.

Since the path of emotional resonance is not feasible for the time being, let's try the path of "faith" or "spiritual sustenance".

So, he began to patiently guide Xu Hao in basic meditation, teaching him how to adjust his breathing, how to concentrate his mind, how to eliminate distracting thoughts, and how to enter a state of mental and physical tranquility.

"...Yes, that's it. Relax your body and carefully feel each breath you take..." "Now, slowly close your eyes and slow down your breathing..."

Fang Cheng's voice was deep and magnetic, mimicking Professor Chen's tone as he continued to guide the discussion:

"You need to silently repeat my name in your heart while clearly memorizing my handsome face in your mind... Yes, that's what I look like now."

"In the time to come, you are only allowed to think of my image in your mind. Repeat it over and over again until you make sure you remember it completely..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao couldn't help but shudder.

What does this mean? To make yourself constantly think about him? To remember what he looks like?

Why does it sound so... suggestive of homoerotic tension?
Xu Hao secretly opened one eye and glanced at Fang Cheng.

Finding that the other party's expression was serious and not feigned, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and obediently begin meditating according to Fang Cheng's instructions.

The room was still dimly lit, and soft music flowed through the air.

Xu Hao awkwardly adjusted his breathing, trying hard to focus his attention on Fang Cheng's image.

At first, his mind was a mess.

Sometimes I see images of scantily clad, sexy girls in bars, and other times I think about the card games I lost that day.

Of course, what was even more striking was Fang Cheng's cold, stern face, so close to my eyes, and his shiny bald head...

Gradually, under Fang Cheng's continued guidance and the influence of the quiet atmosphere around him, Xu Hao's heart, which was usually churning like a pot of boiling water, slowly calmed down.

His breathing became long and steady, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Although it is still a long way from true "entering stillness" or even "entering samadhi", it has at least taken the shape of meditation.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, sensing that Xu Hao's mental state was beginning to stabilize.

He then closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, simultaneously sinking his consciousness into his memory palace.

This time, he was no longer passively waiting, but actively sending out an invitation and a sense of guidance to Xu Hao.

In Fang Cheng's consciousness, he seemed to see himself transformed into a lighthouse radiating a soft glow, standing in the midst of a turbulent black ocean.

Xu Hao's consciousness, on the other hand, was like a small boat lost in the storm, swaying and drifting aimlessly.

Fang Cheng tried to project his "lighthouse light" onto the small boat, attempting to establish some kind of connection.

At first, the small boat did not respond to the lighthouse's light and continued to struggle and drift in the darkness.

But as time went by, perhaps it was because Xu Hao kept "contemplating" Fang Cheng's image in reality.

The small boat seemed to vaguely sense the presence of the lighthouse and began to instinctively move slowly toward the source of the light.

Gradually, the light became clearer and warmer.

It's like a pair of hands beckoning lost travelers, guiding them to the right path to a harbor where they can find peace and belonging.

The instant Fang Cheng's "light domain" made contact with Xu Hao's "small boat"—

In the memory palace, a brand new light pattern suddenly lit up on the surface of the floating golden sphere.

This light pattern is much dimmer and subtler than the one that represents Wen Xin.

But it does show!

Fang Cheng was overjoyed and immediately focused his attention on the new light pattern.

A familiar sense of perspective shifting washes over you.

The scene before my eyes instantly transformed into a dimly lit lounge.

Fang Cheng "saw" Xu Hao sitting cross-legged opposite him, his head nodding, a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, and a soft snoring sound coming from his nose.

This guy actually fell asleep again at such a crucial moment!
However, Fang Cheng could clearly sense that Xu Hao's emotions were fluctuating violently at this moment, as if he were experiencing a nightmare.

His brows were furrowed, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he uttered a few indistinct murmurs.

"This kid..."

Fang Cheng was somewhat amused and exasperated, but since the experiment had achieved its objective, he didn't blame him for it.

She then exited the memory palace, opened her eyes, looked at Xu Hao who was sleeping soundly in reality, and gently patted his shoulder.

"Hmm...huh?"

Xu Hao's body trembled violently, and like a startled rabbit, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and terror.

"Where...where am I? What...what just happened to me?"

He subconsciously touched his face and nervously checked his clothes.

Finding everything intact, they breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had survived a disaster.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly. What kind of nonsense was this guy thinking about all day long?

Seeing his still-shaken expression, he cleared his throat and asked:
What...did you just see?

"Huh? What did you see?"

Xu Hao rubbed his sleepy eyes, trying hard to remember.

"I...I feel like I'm walking on a very, very dark road. I can't see anything around me. It's terrifying..."

"I was terrified at the time, so I took off running and ran and ran... When I was about to run out of breath, I saw a faint light ahead, so I instinctively walked towards it."

"Then, I felt hotter and hotter, sweating all over, as if I were near a furnace, and then I saw a... a sun rising on the horizon?"

"Yes, it must be the sun! It's shining brightly, so bright that I can't even open my eyes!"

He paused, a look of confusion and awe on his face, and cautiously looked at Fang Cheng:

"Later, I think I saw a blurry figure inside the sun... I couldn't see it very clearly, but it looked a bit like you, boss..."

Xu Hao's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, and finally he tentatively asked:

"Boss, what's going on? Why am I having such a weird dream?"

Fang Cheng wore a profound and inscrutable expression as he slowly said:
"This is the way I'm telling you, the way to solve your mental problems."

"Now, take a closer look. Do you feel much more relaxed all over, and your mind seems to have become much sharper?"

"Uh……"

Xu Hao scratched his head, carefully felt it, and it seemed there really was a little bit of that.
After sweating profusely, the irritability brought on by the power within me seemed to have lessened considerably, my mind became sharper, and I felt more energetic.

"Thank you, boss!"

Upon discovering this, Xu Hao was overjoyed, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude as he looked at Fang Cheng.

They really had to treat him like a second parent.

"Ah."

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that the process of establishing a spiritual connection through "spiritual resonance" does indeed consume a certain amount of spiritual energy for the party being connected.

However, it can also help to purify and relieve the other person's mental burden to some extent.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng solemnly instructed:
"From now on, you should follow the method I taught you and practice once in the morning and once in the evening every day."

"Remember, when you meditate, you must be completely focused, with only your image in your mind, the clearer the better. This will help solidify the therapeutic effect, understand?"

"Understood! Understood! Don't worry, boss, I will definitely do as you say!"

Xu Hao nodded vigorously, then, after thinking for a moment, asked again with a devout expression:

"Boss, I think I've mastered the basics now, but I still don't know the name of the technique you taught me?"

Fang Cheng was taken aback upon hearing this.

How would I know what kind of technique this is?

But his expression remained unchanged, and after a moment's consideration, he solemnly replied:

"The formal name of this technique is 'Great Sun Burning Body Technique'."

"Great Sun Burning Body Technique?"

Xu Hao muttered to himself, his eyes shining with amazement:

"This name sounds very powerful; it must be a divine skill manual passed down from ancient times!"

(End of this chapter)