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Chapter 437 Upgraded Mind Resonance, Sun Heart Network

"Hey, you kid!"

Upon seeing this, Li Zhenhua immediately glared and said, "If you want to take back your move, just say so. Don't resort to these underhanded tricks."

Fang Cheng rubbed his nose, muttering innocently:

"No, Grandpa, I always feel like someone is talking about me behind my back, which makes me sneeze."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhenhua's eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped playing chess and said with great interest:

"I know, it must be one of your girlfriends thinking about you."

Fang Cheng was both amused and exasperated: "I'm single, where would I get a girlfriend?"

"Still pretending with your grandfather? Do you think I'm old and blind?"

Li Zhenhua, with an expression that said, "I've seen through everything," began to list the accusations on his fingers:
“The little girl surnamed Zhou who lives next door to you on Jiuchang Street always speaks to you in a soft voice, and her face turns almost red to the roots of her ears.”

"Also, that university professor with glasses, so refined and polite, but the way he looks at you is like he's glued to you, as if he wants to stick to you."

"Acheng, your grandpa was pursued by many girls when I was young. Don't think I'm senile. Can't you see that?"

The old man got more and more excited as he talked, and began to analyze which girl was more virtuous and which was more suitable to be his granddaughter-in-law, just like an experienced matchmaker.

Fang Cheng looked helpless and could only pick up his teacup and silently drink water while listening to his grandfather's "matchmaking lecture".

"Dinner's ready!"

Just then, Fang Cheng was finally rescued by the gentle voice of his mother, Li Biyun, calling from inside the house.

The two entered the house, where the newly renovated dining room was spacious and bright.

A brand-new mahogany dining table, paired with a set of carved armchairs.

The walls are covered with warm yellow wallpaper, and a unique chandelier casts a soft light.

In the corner, there was also a half-person-high air purifier, running silently.

At this moment, four dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table, their aroma filling the air.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, cucumber salad, and a plate of steamed sea bass drizzled with hot oil and sprinkled with scallions, with a large bowl of steaming tomato and egg soup in the middle.

"Chengcheng, sit down quickly and eat more ribs. You seem to have lost weight recently. Are you having trouble adjusting to being away on business?"

Li Biyun said with heartache as she served rice to her son.

"Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. He looks as strong as a young calf."

Li Zhenhua retorted, "A tall man who exercises regularly will appear thin; that's called having a clothes hanger."

After saying that, he picked up a small white porcelain wine cup.

"Come on, Acheng, let's have a drink, you and me."

"hey-hey."

Fang Cheng smiled, clinked glasses with his grandfather, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, put it in his mouth, and mumbled a praise:

"Mom, your cooking skills are getting better and better! This tastes amazing!"

"Just your sweet mouth."

Li Biyun gave him a reproachful look: "But when it comes to cooking, Mom can't compare to you."

"That's right!"

Li Zhenhua picked up the conversation, looking proud:

“At the last housewarming party, Ah Cheng made Four Happiness Meatballs, and I packed some to give to my neighbors. They all said it was even more authentic than the one made by the chef at Wanghulou Restaurant in town.”

"Even if Acheng doesn't work in the future, he can open a restaurant by Yulong Lake and cater to tourists. He will definitely do well."

Getting carried away, he went to get the wine bottle.

Li Biyun quickly pressed his hand down:

"Dad, I went for a check-up the day before yesterday. The doctor said that although you are recovering well, it would be best to quit drinking to avoid putting more strain on your liver."

Li Zhenhua awkwardly withdrew his hand and explained:
"Acheng came over today, it was lively at home, I just had a little drink with him..."

Since undergoing gastric removal surgery, he, who has always been a heavy drinker, has not touched a drop of alcohol for three whole months.

She had originally planned to take advantage of her grandson's visit to find an excuse to have a few more drinks, but her daughter saw right through her plan.

Fang Cheng didn't agree with him; he immediately shook his head vigorously.
"Grandpa, I can't hold my liquor. I'm almost drunk after just this small glass."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhenhua could only sigh helplessly.

"Sigh, young people these days can't hold their liquor anymore..."

As he spoke, he obediently put down the wine cup.

Upon seeing this, Li Biyun and Fang Cheng exchanged a smile.

The family sat around the table, enjoying a happy time together.

Fang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up a bowl of vegetables with his chopsticks and started shoveling rice into his mouth.

Like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, it brought smiles to the faces of Li Biyun and Li Zhenhua.

After lunch, Li Biyun was preparing to get ready.

Fang Cheng, however, stood up first, pushed his mother to sit on the sofa, and took the initiative to take over all the housework.

Accompanied by the sound of running water in the kitchen, the actions of clearing away dishes, washing pots and pans, wiping tables, and cleaning the stove were all performed skillfully and in an orderly manner.

After finishing the kitchen work, Fang Cheng didn't stop, as if he was enjoying it.

Then he cleaned the living room as well, wiping the coffee table and TV cabinet until they shone, and mopping the floor tiles until they were as smooth as a mirror.

Li Biyun watched her son's busy figure, feeling both gratified and somewhat helpless.

He wondered to himself if he had suffered some kind of trauma, that a grown man would enjoy doing women's work so much.

Fang Cheng worked efficiently, finishing everything in about half an hour.

By this time, Grandpa had already yawned and gone back to his room for a nap.

My mother sat by the well in the yard, picking and washing mugwort.

The Qingming Festival is just around the corner, so I need to prepare the ingredients for making green cakes and glutinous rice cakes.

After wringing out the mop and putting it away, Fang Cheng tiptoed upstairs to his bedroom.

Although he didn't live in this room often, his mother kept it spotless.

A single bed covered with a blue sheet is placed against the wall, with neatly folded "tofu blocks" at the head of the bed.

Next to it was a wooden desk, which was empty except for a few books and a desk lamp that I had brought with me.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a bright spot on the floor.

Outside the window are the quaint streets of Wanghu Town, where you can faintly hear the long, drawn-out cries of vendors and the laughter of children chasing and playing.

Fang Cheng walked to the window, looked quietly for a while, and then reached out and pulled the curtains shut with a "whoosh".

With the light cut off, the room instantly plunged into darkness.

The noise from the outside world seemed to be shut out by an invisible barrier, and the whole world became quiet.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his back straight.

The gentle warmth of the home has quietly faded away, replaced by a profound restraint and sharpness.

The next second, as if responding to his silent command, a pale blue screen quietly appeared.

Cleaning experience +2

Cleaning lv1 (246/250)

Seeing the notification that his experience had increased, Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

Through diligent and tireless practice, another skill is about to be mastered.

Gazing at the panel that shimmered in the darkness, Fang Cheng's thoughts drifted back to yesterday.

After bidding farewell to his master Ma Jianguo in the evening, he drove away from Tianxin Village with a trunk full of tonics.

Fang Cheng did not go directly to Wanghu Town, but instead returned to his new house in Haitian Garden.

No one has lived in the house for many days.

Upon opening the door, a stuffy, stale smell wafted out, and the furniture was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Fang Cheng opened the window to ventilate the room, then took out the precious medicinal herbs given to him by his master and properly placed them according to their different storage conditions.

After finishing all this, it was already late at night. He then rolled up his sleeves and began cleaning, working until nearly midnight before finally finishing, only to feel a sudden pang of hunger.

After all, when he ate at the Ma family's house, he didn't eat his fill to maintain his image.

Fang Cheng opened the freezer in his home, and it was completely empty.

After several days of seclusion, coupled with the previous non-stop preparations for the hunt against the Noah organization, there was simply no time to replenish food supplies.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to run downstairs to the convenience store and sweep up all the instant noodles on the shelves.

Then, in a lavish manner, he used the deer antler blood slices given to him by his master, along with a few eggs, to cook a large pot of noodles.

If this were in ancient times, it would definitely be considered a high-class and sophisticated "imperial banquet".

After finishing a large pot of noodles, it only slightly relieved the emptiness in his stomach.

That yearning, originating from the very source of life, still roars through every limb and bone.

After barely managing to eat something, Fang Cheng went to the bedroom, opened the safe hidden in the wardrobe, and took out the two "ancient remains".

He needs these things to replenish the vital energy he has lost.

After spending several days in seclusion in the water dungeon, visualizing the true fire of the sun and creating an inner world, I almost exhausted all my life energy.

Not only was the true energy accumulated before completely exhausted, but even the most stubborn "Crimson Eye" flesh and blood were completely dissolved into golden blood and energy to supply the body and spirit.

After emerging from seclusion, the capacity of his dantian had increased several times, but the water level of his true qi ocean had not even reached half.

To prepare for any eventuality, Fang Cheng did not hesitate and decided to replenish his true energy as soon as possible.

He held two ancient remains in his hands, and the "sun" in the inner world shone brightly.

The violent and chaotic radiation energy within the remains seemed to have found an outlet, continuously surging into his body.

But under the sun's true fire, this energy is like a wild beast encountering its nemesis; it is instantly tamed and purified, ultimately transforming into the purest life energy, which flows into the dantian.

Strangely, the Qi Sea in my Dantian remained a deep blue, like a tranquil ocean.

Once guided by the true fire of the sun, it surges out of the dantian and transforms into true qi that radiates golden light.

Fang Cheng was unclear about the underlying principle, but guessed it was probably related to the epic-level talent "Water Breathing".

This process continued until the sky outside the window began to lighten.

The two "ancient remains" in his hands revealed grayish-white bone, and the eerie blue light emanating from their surfaces had weakened considerably.

The ocean of true qi within the dantian had only just been replenished.

Fang Cheng estimated that these two treasures would probably be completely ruined after one more use.

There was no way around it; as my physique broke through the 60-point physiological limit, not only did my appetite increase dramatically, but my energy needs also became terrifyingly high, like a bottomless pit.

Feeling the renewed strength within him, Fang Cheng didn't go to the beach for running and training anymore. He just did a few sets of push-ups and pull-ups at home.

Seeing the constant flow of traffic on the road outside, it was already getting late.

So he bought twenty meat buns to tide him over, and then drove to Wanghu Town to reunite with his family so they wouldn't worry.

Because my uncle went to Tiannan Province on business, my mother has been staying in Wanghu Town these days to take care of my maternal grandfather's daily life.

Fang Cheng also planned to stay here for a few days to calm down and fully digest the results of his recent continuous battles and secluded cultivation.

At this moment, I'm looking at the progress bars of each skill on the panel.

Besides the cleaning skill, the Tai Chi skill is also close to being upgraded.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over each item, finally settling on the Grandmaster-level exclusive skill that had just been upgraded.

[Visualization lv3 (35/1000)]

[Skill Effects: True Fire of the Sun, Inner World, Mind Resonance, Rapid Eye Movement]

The "True Fire of the Sun" and the "Inner World" need no further explanation.

As an upgrade of the "Fire of the Soul" and the "Memory Palace," Fang Cheng had already gained a profound understanding of its power during his seclusion.

As for the other two special effects, they are inherited from the skills [Meditation] and [Speed ​​Reading].

His gaze first fell on the "rapid eye movement".

Rapid eye movement: Enhances reading and memory efficiency fivefold.

Fang Cheng silently recited it once and nodded slightly.

The increase from four times to five times is barely a negligible improvement.

Compared to the earth-shattering qualitative changes of "True Fire of the Sun" and "Inner World".

This can only be considered a stable and supplementary ability, merely icing on the cake.

Fang Cheng did not linger there, but instead focused his attention on the more significant change in "spiritual resonance".

The long, densely packed explanatory text below indicates that this is one of the highlights of this skill advancement.

Your will has merged with the true fire of the sun, becoming like a fixed star in the spiritual world.

The existing resonance effect is enhanced; the image you manifest is not merely a lighthouse, but the sun upon which the entire spiritual network depends. You will possess the following four abilities.

Fang Cheng lowered his gaze and carefully examined each word and sentence.

[SunNet: As the core of the network, you have absolute control, and the conditions for establishing spiritual connections have been greatly expanded.]

Wherever the sun shines, that is your domain. In addition to the resonance generated by trust and worship, you will also sense any individual who harbors strong, directed emotions such as fear, hatred, or resentment towards you. You will then have the opportunity to trace their spiritual origins, pinpoint their target, and launch a counterattack.

Upon seeing this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

While this may not be considered a qualitative leap, it is definitely a very useful enhancement.

The previous "lighthouse" was more like a passive signal receiver, only able to receive benevolent beliefs.

Now, it has evolved into a light network capable of proactive defense.

This means that one's own spiritual resonance is no longer limited to good intentions.

Fear, hatred, resentment... these intense emotions will become coordinates in the darkness, indicating the enemy's location.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but recall the sudden, malicious burst of blood-red light that appeared during his battle with "Crimson Eye" in the mental space.

If I had possessed that ability back then, I might have been able to pinpoint the source immediately, unleash the True Fire of the Sun, and deliver a devastating counterattack to that cowardly fellow.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts and continued reading.

[Information Perception: You can connect with nodes in the network at any time and read the surface thoughts and sensory information of any mentally linked target.]

[Energy Cycle: Maintaining the Solar Heart Network requires a constant expenditure of your spiritual energy, but in return, the willpower generated by all those who connect will be absorbed and purified by the Heart Network, ultimately transforming into fuel for the "True Fire of the Sun," forming a perfect energy cycle that accelerates your shared growth with your inner world.]

After a moment's thought, Fang Cheng roughly understood.

These two abilities seem to be similar to those before.

The speed of the spiritual link and the efficiency of refining willpower have both been improved to some extent, which can be considered an optimization on the original basis.

Average...

Fang Cheng silently evaluated the situation, then turned his attention to the last ability description.

[Consciousness Descent: You can forcibly pull the consciousness of multiple linked targets into your "inner world" simultaneously.]

In this world, your will is the law. You can create illusions at will to interrogate, intimidate, or provide spiritual healing. You can also materialize powerful enemies based on their memories and fears, constructing a trial that never ends.

Upon seeing this, a strong interest finally flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Forcibly pulling multiple goals into one's mental world?

This feels... kind of like a team running a dungeon, and he's the GM and final boss who controls everything.

The exact effects will only be clear after experiments...

Fang Cheng's thoughts shifted slightly, and his gaze immediately fell on what lay ahead.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if golden flames were burning, burning with astonishing brightness.

His gaze suddenly pierced through the wall, looking into another dimension.

In an instant, consciousness transcended the boundaries between matter and spirit, passed through layers of darkness, and arrived at a place of light.

Transformed into the sun, he stood high in the sky, looking down at the familiar island below, as well as the continuous mountain ranges and winding rivers on the island.

Then, Fang Cheng turned his gaze to the magnificent golden palace in the center of the island.

A thought came to my mind.

The next second, he was already sitting upright in the palace, on the throne made of gold.

(End of this chapter)