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Chapter 305 continues the upgrade, the linked ones
It was just past seven in the morning.

The storm was still raging across the city skyline, showing no signs of abating.

The room was dark and gloomy, with no lights on.

Outside the window, raindrops pounded furiously against the glass, making a dense, pattering sound.

Occasionally, early risers in the neighborhood would hurry across the flooded roads with umbrellas in hand.

Further away, the sounds of vehicles passing by on the highway were cut off by the rain, becoming intermittent and indistinct.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze from the outside.

He stuffed the last few meat buns in his hand into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he chewed quickly.

His eating habits were far from elegant; in fact, they could be described as somewhat exaggerated.

Like a ferocious beast that has been starving for days, it seems to want to swallow the food and its packaging together.

In the corner of the room, there was a huge pile of empty plastic bags and boxes, showing the staggering amount of consumption.

Picking up the toilet paper on the table, Fang Cheng hastily wiped his greasy mouth and fingers.

Then, he took out his phone from the bag he had left aside and dialed the number of the foreman of the construction team.

"Hey, Master Qiu."

Fang Cheng said in a calm tone:
"It's raining too hard today, making travel inconvenient. You should rest for the day and don't need to come over."

A slightly loud voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Oh, alright, alright, Mr. Fang, this rain is really frightening. I've never seen it rain this hard in Dongdu in previous years..."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he then asked:
"Shall we go over tomorrow?"

"We'll see how it goes. Come over when the rain stops. Be careful."

After briefly explaining the renovation details, Fang Cheng hung up the phone.

I looked around at the unfinished house that was about to be completed.

After more than a week of construction, the place has been completely transformed.

The original rough cement walls and floors have long since disappeared, replaced by relatively smooth walls and rudimentary flooring.

Although it is not yet fully completed, the overall framework has been built and it can basically meet the needs of daily life.

The only place still under renovation is the living room, which is planned to be transformed into a "fighting training room".

Professional soundproof plasterboard has already been installed on the surrounding walls.

According to Mr. Wang, the cavity inside the wall is also filled with thick polyester fiber sound-absorbing cotton.

This material is widely used in hotels, KTVs, and other places with high sound insulation requirements, and it offers excellent value for money.

It can effectively absorb sound energy and prevent noise leakage.

Next, the wall needs to be plastered and then painted with a layer of latex paint.

Fang Cheng didn't care much about aesthetics; he just wanted something that worked.

But Mr. Wang insisted that carefully filling the joints and nail holes of the plasterboard would not only improve the overall appearance, but also further enhance the sound insulation effect.

Soundproofing the walls is relatively simple; the real challenge lies with the floors and ceilings.

These two areas are the main areas that bear the impact force, so shock absorption and sound insulation measures are crucial.

Otherwise, the loud noise generated by daily exercise would be enough to disturb the neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

Fang Cheng raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

Soundproof ceilings were also installed there, using a similar construction method to the walls.

First, construct a light steel keel frame, then fill the gaps between the keels with sound-absorbing cotton, and finally cover it with a thick layer of gypsum board.

In the center of the living room, a large iron frame for hanging sandbags is firmly fixed to the strongest supporting beam under the ceiling.

To minimize vibration transmission, thick black rubber shock-absorbing pads were installed at the contact points between the iron frame and the upper and lower floor slabs.

The living room floor has just been laid.

This does not indicate that Fang Cheng pursues a high quality of life, nor is the flooring on it ordinary household wood flooring or tiles.

Because those hard surfaces actually amplify the impact noise, making the noise during exercise even more disturbing to neighbors.

Now, a layer of black shock-absorbing pads, about two centimeters thick and made of high-density rubber material, has been laid on the original concrete floor slab of the room.

This is the first barrier for shock absorption and sound insulation, mainly used to absorb and buffer the huge impact energy generated during training.

According to the plan, a layer of professional blue PVC sports flooring, similar to that of the Global Elite Fighting Club, will be laid on top of this rubber mat.

This type of flooring has a certain degree of elasticity and energy absorption properties, which can further absorb impact and reduce the generation and spread of noise.

The sound insulation between the upstairs and downstairs floors mainly relies on this double vibration reduction treatment.

Fang Cheng nodded to himself; Master Wang and his team were indeed professional and meticulous in their work.

Speaking of which, once this "fighting training room" is fully renovated...

This near-recording studio level soundproofing is not only suitable for high-intensity physical exercise, but also excellent for meditation.

It can isolate external interference to the greatest extent possible.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts, cleaned up all the food scraps on the ground, put them in a large plastic bag, and temporarily placed it by the door.

A moment later, he walked to a corner of the room and sat cross-legged.

Close your eyes, straighten your back, and place your hands naturally on your knees.

Without any outside interference, Fang Cheng prepared to begin his daily meditation.

The wind and rain outside the window continued to rage.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass, the sound of vehicles driving over puddles in the distance, and even the faint sound of footsteps in the stairwell all combined to create a huge background noise.

For ordinary people, this white noise from the outside world acts as a natural barrier, blocking out all the noise that might disturb their peace of mind.

It's a perfect time to calm down and study, work, or lie in bed and sleep in.

But to those with exceptionally keen senses and mental abilities, the sound of rain outside was like countless mosquitoes buzzing in their ears, seemingly driving them mad.

For those whose minds are not strong enough, meditating in such an environment is a severe challenge in itself, tantamount to sensory torture.

Fang Cheng was completely at ease at this moment, having long since adapted to this state.

Instead, one can take advantage of this environment to hone their mind amidst the loud noise and enter a meditative state more quickly.

He skillfully filtered out those meaningless noises, letting them flow on the edge of consciousness, yet they could not disturb the tranquility of his heart.

My breathing became long and steady, and my heartbeat, which had been slightly rapid due to the vigorous morning exercise, gradually returned to normal.

My consciousness slowly sank into a clear and bright realm, as if I were diving into an endless deep sea.

All the noise from the outside world seemed to have faded away, disappearing quietly like the tide.

In the darkness, spiritual power was highly concentrated, eventually transforming into a wisp of crimson-gold spiritual fire that burned quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The flames shone softly and brightly, illuminating the entire "spiritual body".

Fang Cheng observed himself, sensing every subtle change inside his body, repairing the muscle fatigue and energy loss caused by high-intensity exercise.

At the same time, it is constantly refining its high mental attribute of 50 points, making it more condensed, pure, and sharp.

Time seemed to lose its meaning at this moment, and stood completely still.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Fang Cheng was immersed in this deep meditative state, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, countless tiny sounds surged in from all directions, as if countless people were whispering in his ear.

Immediately afterwards, blurry images flashed through my mind like rapidly cut movie shots, then vanished just as quickly.

There were aged faces, innocent children, weary middle-aged men, and young women chatting and laughing. Their features were indistinct, and their voices were noisy and chaotic, converging into an indistinguishable torrent that assaulted Fang Cheng's sense of self.

These hallucinations and auditory hallucinations were more complex and varied than those I encountered during my meditation practice at Lingquan Temple last time.

That time, it was mainly influenced by the religious atmosphere of the temple and the hidden spiritual imprint of the golden vassal jar itself that conjured up the sound of chanting scriptures and the ferocious demon Vajra.

This time, however, these sounds and images are closer to the daily lives of ordinary people, trivial and complex.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, but unlike last time, he did not use the power of "Heart Steel" to fight against these mental disturbances.

Instead, they chose to remain calm, listen carefully, and gaze intently.

Gradually, the blurry sounds and images began to become clear.

"Xiao Bao, are you still watching cartoons? Have you finished your homework? Your dad is driving home today and he's going to check it."

A woman wearing an apron was busy in the kitchen, her voice sounding slightly tired.

In the living room, the television screen came into view.

A little boy with a shaved head was lying on the coffee table, slowly taking out his homework from his schoolbag.

"Brother Wang, when will that batch of goods we talked about last week arrive? The client is pressing us for it."

A slightly slick male voice, tinged with a hint of ingratiation.

The scene then shifts to a dimly lit warehouse where several men with tattooed arms are playing cards around a table, surrounded by smoke.

"Doctor, is there any hope for my leg? I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair.

The scene changes again; in a hospital ward, an obese man who appears to have been in a car accident is lying on a hospital bed.

Several doctors and nurses in white coats stood nearby, their expressions solemn.

These are all very ordinary snippets of life belonging to ordinary people.

At this moment, however, it flooded into my mind like a tidal wave, constantly playing out in my mental world.

Fang Cheng knew that this was not a real hallucination.

Rather, it is the fragments of information that are inadvertently emitted by the consciousness of those individuals with whom one has established a spiritual connection, which are transmitted through the invisible spiritual link.

This is precisely a manifestation of the ability of "spiritual resonance" in an unconscious state.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and the spiritual fire in his sea of ​​consciousness flickered violently.

It quickly stabilized.

Fang Cheng began to try to use his mental power to sort out this complicated information.

Like panning for gold, sifting out those faint, pure "spiritual energies" from the chaotic sand.

This process is not easy and requires a great deal of patience and focus.

Those foreign fragments of consciousness were mixed with all sorts of emotions—

Joy, sadness, anger, anxiety, fear...

They try to disturb the mind and even attempt to invade consciousness.

However, Fang Cheng's spiritual fire, after being tempered many times, has become quite pure and powerful.

The flames flickered gently, burning away and purifying the negative emotions and chaotic thoughts that tried to intrude.

Only the most primordial, absorbable spiritual energy remains.

As this process continued, Fang Cheng felt the spiritual fire growing slowly but steadily.

The flames became deeper in color and brighter in light, showing a subtle tendency to transform into a higher form.

On the panel, lines of prompts appeared one after another.

[Your meditation skill practice has increased by +1]

[You are absorbing external ideas and refining your self-awareness; your spiritual energy has increased by 0.001.]

[Your meditation skill practice has increased by +1]

[You are absorbing external ideas and refining your self-awareness; your spiritual energy has increased by 0.001.]

………………

This process lasted for quite some time.

The endless stream of mixed consciousness, under the burning of the spiritual fire, transformed into strands of pure energy, merging into the flames.

I don't know how much time passed, but the last bit of foreign distraction was completely eliminated.

When the scrolling tooltip on the panel finally stopped, the new summary information was clearly displayed:

Meditation experience +3

Meditation lv2 (21/500)

Your Spirit attribute has been permanently increased by 0.04 points.

Seeing the results of this training, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, understanding the situation.

The increase in mental attributes is not solely due to the training effects of meditation itself.

More importantly, it is the spiritual energy that those individuals with whom one has established a "spiritual resonance" unconsciously transmit to oneself.

Although these energies are weak and impure, after being refined and purified by the fire of spirituality, they become pure spiritual nourishment that can be absorbed.

Therefore, Fang Cheng always gains a lot from practicing meditation skills.

The golden sphere at the core of the memory palace, while possessing the ability to autonomously refine and absorb these external consciousnesses, is a very slow process.

It's more like a subtle, gradual nourishment.

When one actively engages in spiritual cultivation, the process of refinement and absorption can be greatly accelerated.

Each meditation practice is like a concentrated "recycling" process, absorbing spiritual nourishment and strengthening one's soul.

With this in mind, Fang Cheng focused his consciousness and entered the memory palace once again.

Stepping out of the "bedroom" that represents the main consciousness, the scene before me indeed changed again.

The palace, which was originally pitch black and empty, was no longer monotonously dark.

Instead, dozens of points of light of varying sizes and brightness appeared, like twinkling stars in the night sky, adorning this spiritual universe.

Each point of light is connected to the enormous golden sphere in the center of the hall by an invisible spiritual thread, which is imperceptible to the naked eye.

These threads act like anchors, maintaining the connection between all the "stars" and the core.

So that they might drift aimlessly in this boundless dark world, lose their way, and eventually drift away to the unknown distance, completely losing their connection.

When Fang Cheng focused his gaze on a few of the twinkling "stars," he could clearly perceive the various kinds of information emanating from them.

This perception far surpasses the chaotic, unrecognizable torrent of consciousness I encountered when I first came into contact with mental abilities.

It is also different from the chaotic and complex hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that I had to painstakingly filter and purify during previous meditations.

At this moment, Fang Cheng received more direct and clear information, as if it were being played on television screens.

This includes individuals with whom one has established a spiritual connection, as well as real-time scenes that one is currently seeing and hearing.

There are also fragmented memories of theirs, like dusty photographs.

There were even some sudden and unusually strong emotional fluctuations, as if feeling the other person's heartbeat from a great distance.

All of this seemed like a kind of unorthodox telepathy.

This allows Fang Cheng to formally establish a channel without needing to concentrate, enabling him to glimpse a corner of the Linker's spiritual world.

(End of this chapter)