Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 336 - 228_2

I’m afraid it would require a being like the legendary Divine, possessing infinite power, to handle such a grand enterprise.

After a while, Fang Cheng finally finished this round of inspection and maintenance work.

Under his meticulous management, the environment inside the room was restored to its former tranquility; those loose "Spiritual Bricks" and dim "Memory Light and Shadow" were all repaired and illuminated one by one.

Long periods of intense focus also made his head feel somewhat swollen, slightly weary.

Fang Cheng raised his hand to rub his brow, gently exhaling a breath of turbid air.

Thinking about how during the New Year period, he had relaxed and fully enjoyed the holiday, he hadn’t been in for over ten days; the accumulated workload was indeed somewhat large.

Withdrawing his gaze, Fang Cheng turned to look at the prompt information that appeared before him,

[Meditation Experience +15]

[Meditation lv1 (87/250)]

The reason why the experience points for this round of the Meditation Skill increased so significantly,

on one hand, was due to the effects of daily practice, and on the other hand, it benefited from his diligent effort in the Memory Palace to plug any gaps and carefully renovating the "house".

The room was silent, and Fang Cheng watched the panel.

Having not rested for a moment, he suddenly heard a strange noise.

It was as if someone was murmuring softly in his ear, or like it drifted from a distant place.

The sound was intermittent, sometimes sparse and ethereal, sometimes exceedingly noisy, dense and sharp.

It was as if a radio was tuning through frequencies, receiving multiple signals, making it hard to discern the specific content.

Accompanying these strange sounds, vague figures with hands clasped together flashed rapidly before his eyes.

The faces of those figures were blurry; only their rough human silhouette could be made out, with a faint glow emanating from around them.

Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm, not feeling any surprise,

since reaching the Expert Level in the Meditation Skill, similar phenomena occasionally occurred during practice.

However, it seemed that the occurrence of such phenomena had slightly increased recently.

Fang Cheng had long grown accustomed, treating them all uniformly as heart demons.

After all, there was no need to pay them any mind, soon they would disappear of their own accord.

In reality, if one were standing outside the room right now, observing this small "Memory Palace" from a god’s-eye perspective,

a rather strange and magnificent scene would be revealed.

In the deep, dark ocean, an orange-red flame flickered gently.

It resembled an oil lamp slowly burning, illuminating a circle of dim light.

Outside the halo, endless black mist surged like tide, trying to completely snuff out this weak light.

Meanwhile, waves of radio signals appeared and disappeared, like spirits awakened by mysterious forces.

They wove through the layers of darkness, trailing long streaks wherever they passed, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

The lamp flame was not to be outdone, the scattered light emitted waves of invisible ripples, also transmitting some sort of signal.

The two intertwine and collide, bursting into a dreamlike splendor.

Makes this dark void no longer seem cold and solitary.

Tap, tap.

As the strange noise gradually dissipated, a knocking suddenly sounded.

The abrupt noise instantly broke the silence inside the room.

A visitor?

Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback, with numerous thoughts quickly flashing through his mind.

The construction of the Memory Palace was something he had never told anyone about, let alone sent an "Invitation Code".

So, where did the visitor come from?

After a brief consideration, he then retracted the panel and turned his gaze towards the "door" leading to the outside world.

With the tug of a thought, it was as if an invisible hand slowly turned the doorknob.

With a creak, the door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness.

Like a crevice leading into the Abyss.

However.

After waiting for several seconds, no figure appeared.

Only the wind sobbed, seeping into the room, adding a chill to the already eerie atmosphere.

Just as Fang Cheng felt puzzled.

Caw, caw!

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing screech, a crow as black as ink flapped its wings and flew into the room.

Its eyes seemed like two gems, glimmering with a strange light in the darkness, revealing extraordinary traits.

The crow swiftly circled inside the room, its broad wings stirring the air, creating a slight breeze.

Then, it landed on the desk, its claws making a slight "creak" on the wooden surface.

The bead-like eyes fixed on Fang Cheng, occasionally emitting a low "gurgle," as if wanting to speak.

Fang Cheng fearlessly stared back at it, declaring to this "uninvited guest" with his gaze.

This is his home turf.

In the silent confrontation, the feathers on the crow’s body suddenly emitted a hazy and strange glow.

Then, its form began to dissipate, transforming into countless twinkling spots of light.

These light spots danced in the air, arranging and reconfiguring, akin to summer fireflies, light and agile.

In a moment, they formed a text shimmering with faint light.

Fang Cheng stood up, carefully discerning the writing composed of light spots.

"To purify Spiritual Energy, seek a tranquil place to sit cross-legged and close eyes, guide external Consciousness into one’s own Spiritual Secret Realm, probe hidden impurities, gather a resilient mind to ignite Blazing True Fire, burn them till complete clarity of spirit..."

Upon seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but contract his pupils, quite surprised.

Is this a Cultivation Technique?

Immediately, his gaze firmed, he continued to look further down, his eyes rapidly scanning:

"To absorb external Essence, open the heart, perceive the rhythm of heaven and earth, listen to the secret whispers of nature, when the time is ripe, capture energy flow with intent, gently draw it into the body, assimilate, beware of greed, to prevent backlash..."

"The path to strengthening oneself is like sailing against the current, not achieved overnight, requires relentless day and night practice, repeatedly forge every insight, every bit of purification and absorption gained, accumulating bit by bit..."

"Using spirit as the hammer, will as the anvil, True Fire to temper, through a thousand refinements, make consciousness increasingly solid and heavy, like a towering mountain, unbreakably firm, until breaking through shackles, advancing to new realms..."

While watching, Fang Cheng silently recited, becoming increasingly resolute in his mind.

Indeed!

This is a complete Spiritual Cultivation technique, covering how to purify external Spiritual Energy, how to absorb and assimilate it for personal growth.

Even includes methods like setting Spells akin to Smiling Demon’s, remotely contacting others, inviting voice chats.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng temporarily set aside doubts, eyes igniting like flames.

His gaze locked onto these words, intending to imprint them into the depths of his soul.

Simultaneously, the light spots forming the text gradually dimmed, until they completely vanished into the darkness.

The room returned to normal, but Fang Cheng’s heart skipped, suddenly sensing something.

Thus, he immediately exited the Memory Palace and ended the Meditation State.

Returning to reality in an instant, Fang Cheng instinctively lifted his head, gazing out of the window.

Only to see a crow perched on the window ledge outside, its wholly black feather like ink gleaming with a cold luster under the moonlight.

As their gaze crossed again, it abruptly spread its wings, issuing several "caw" cries, seemingly as a farewell.

Then, it suddenly flew up.

The ink-black silhouette swiftly cut through the nighttime sky, soon vanishing among the distant city buildings, leaving a blurred afterimage.

Fang Cheng got out of bed, reached out to push open the window, and leaned out to look outside.

At deep night, the street was devoid of anyone.

Moonlight poured like water, sketching a cold and desolate scene.

Fang Cheng furrowed his brows tightly, with clarity in his heart.

This is not a coincidental event.

Someone in darkness is imparting him the cultivation method.

Who could it be? With what motives?

Various thoughts swiftly flashed through his mind.

Fang Cheng stood at the window, gazing at the dense night for a long time.

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

Far in the outskirts on the other side of the city.

The eerie and tranquil forest, as if immersed in an emerald green ocean.

A manor hidden among them, revealing specks of light.

All around tall walls, various infrared sensors orderly distributed, and a multitude of surveillance cameras quietly rotating.

In the inner area, two high-power xenon lamps hung high, their light dazzling.

Numerous guard figures holding firearms, wearing masks, appeared and vanished.

The seemingly antiquated manor, armed to the teeth by modern technology, appears to defend some invaluable Treasure.