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Chapter 502 Please experience a brand new version of the cultivation technique.
"remember."

When Fang Cheng asked, Lin Chuqiao tidied her hair behind her ear and recalled:
“At that time, we discussed that although there are many different schools of meditation around the world, their core concepts are very similar, whether it is Eastern Zen meditation, Taoist Vipassana, Western mindfulness meditation, Transcendental meditation, or Indian yoga meditation.”

"It's all about using auxiliary methods like regulating breathing and silently chanting mantras to forcibly cut off the perception of the outside world, pursuing a state of 'quietness' and 'meditation,' and ultimately letting the consciousness sink into a state of emptiness."

She paused, then looked at Fang Cheng with some confusion:

Why did you suddenly bring this up?

Fang Cheng did not answer directly, but instead calmly continued:

"That's right, the mainstream training method emphasizes the word 'stillness'."

"Most schools of thought work by subtraction, peeling away the five senses layer by layer, ultimately gathering all thoughts, unifying the mind, and anchoring a specific goal in the world of consciousness."

"But this time, I would like to ask you to try a new approach, a more proactive cultivation method."

"A new approach?"

Ye Zhiren adjusted his glasses, showing interest: "I'd like to hear more details."

"It's very simple."

Fang Cheng's tone became somewhat subtle, as if guiding them into some special mood:
“When you go back and meditate tonight, you can try to change the goals that your consciousness is habitually anchored to.”

"Don't think about any empty white light or still lake water, and don't think about that vague and huge phantom in your subconscious."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate their bodies and reach the depths of their souls:
"Try to visualize me first, silently recite my name, and then slowly visualize a sun shining with golden light in your mind."

"sun?"

Lin Chuqiao blinked, and subconsciously glanced at the setting sun outside the car window:
"You mean, we should imagine you as the real sun?"

This statement sounds strange, carrying a hint of ambiguity and a sense of bewilderment.

Fang Cheng didn't deny it; instead, a mysterious smile curved his lips.

"That's one way to understand it, but it's not just about imagination; it's a call from the heart."

He slowed down, his gaze deepened, and his tone became more distant:

"Compared to other meditation styles that pursue a 'static' state of mental tranquility and stillness, this practice is essentially a 'dynamic' process."

"Imagine you are in an endless night and fog, lost and chilled to the bone."

"Just then, a blazing sun slowly rose from the horizon, its golden rays piercing the darkness and tearing through the mist like sharp swords."

“You are no longer waiting in place, but following that light, running and getting closer to where the sun rises.”

"As you get closer, you will feel warmth, feel life gradually reviving, and light filling your vision, until... you are completely bathed in that magnificent vitality."

Fang Cheng looked up at the setting sun outside the window, his eyes reflecting the golden-red afterglow.

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if he were painting a magnificent picture.

"Calling for... updates..."

Ye Zhiren frowned slightly after hearing this.

As a seasoned psychic, I keenly sensed the unusual nature behind these words.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking:
"President, although some ancient Tantric schools do have methods for visualizing 'Yidan Buddha' or 'Guru' in order to obtain spiritual blessings."

"But this usually requires years of faith and extremely complex rituals, and may even require a guru to personally bestow empowerment and establish a spiritual connection."

"If we simply imagine you, Chairman, as a conceptual 'sun' without any medium, will it really be effective?"

"Whether it works or not, you'll only know after you try it."

Fang Cheng didn't explain much, but simply smiled slightly and gave the two of them a meaningful look through the rearview mirror:

"Perhaps you will see some...unexpected scenery."

After these words were spoken, the carriage fell silent once again.

Outside the window, the silhouette of the bustling city gradually blurred in the twilight.

In the distance, skyscrapers lit up with scattered lights, their glow contrasting beautifully with the magnificent sunset on the horizon.

In a daze, there was a strange feeling of reality and illusion blending together.

Seeing Fang Cheng's mysterious expression, Lin Chuqiao couldn't help but chuckle, her initial doubt turning into curiosity.
"Alright, since it's your order, Chairman, I'll give it a try. It's just meditation anyway, so there won't be any loss even if it doesn't work."

"Too."

Ye Zhiren nodded.

Although he still had doubts and felt that this was somewhat contrary to common sense, he decided to give it a try because he trusted the other party's honesty.

"Then tonight, I'll try the method the chairman suggested."

Fang Cheng smiled, then turned his gaze back to the front.

He didn't tell the two that this was actually a crucial experiment.

If successful, many long-standing problems will be solved.

Traffic gradually increased on the highway, and cars slowly drove across the river bridge.

Ahead, the lights of thousands of homes have already been lit.

After dropping Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiren off at their respective residences, Fang Cheng drove towards Old Factory Street.

During the evening rush hour, the narrow streets of the old city were completely blocked by all kinds of vehicles.

Electric scooters, like nimble fish, weave through the gaps in the long line of cars.

The sounds of horns, brakes, and street vendors' calls blended together like a pot of boiling porridge.

Fang Cheng drove the huge black SUV, moving it carefully.

With only basic driving skills, I finally managed to find a parking space that was just big enough to squeeze into on a slightly wider roadside.

Looking at the car body almost touching the wall, he shook his head helplessly.

If I had known my mom was sentimental and liked living in the old town with its lively atmosphere, I shouldn't have bought this gas guzzler in the first place.

If you switched to a MINI or a Fit, a hot hatch, you'd probably be much more at home in this area.

After turning off the engine and getting out of the car, Fang Cheng casually picked up the newly bought dark blue canvas shoulder bag from the passenger seat.

Although the Illuminati now has tens of millions in its accounts and he himself is quite wealthy, he still prefers to use cheap street vendor items that cost only a few dozen yuan.

Sturdy, durable, large capacity, and most importantly, discreet enough.

Even if it gets scratched during a battle, I don't feel bad.

It's practically a magic weapon tailor-made for a tough guy like him who's always ready to fight.

"Hey, Acheng's back!"

As soon as I entered the building, Old Chen from next door, who was carrying a trash bag downstairs, greeted me warmly.

"Uncle Chen, have you eaten?"

Fang Cheng responded with a smile.

"Just finished eating, so I'm going for a stroll outside. I heard you went on a business trip? You've been away for quite a while this time."

"Yes, I went to Tiannan Province. The scenery there is quite nice."

As Fang Cheng walked, he nodded and exchanged pleasantries with the neighbors he encountered.

The familiar smell of cooking oil wafted over, easing the grim feeling of having been on the verge of life and death recently, and allowing his tense nerves to relax.

I went up to the 9th floor, took out my key, and turned the knob on the security door that was a bit chipped.

"Click."

The living room lights were on, casting a warm yellow glow.

The floor was mopped until it shone so brightly that you could even vaguely see your reflection in it.

The sofa cover was pulled out neatly, and there was no clutter on the coffee table.

The somewhat withered pothos on the windowsill was trimmed and looked refreshed, with a few water droplets clinging to its leaves.

Clearly, the house had just been thoroughly cleaned. "Mom, I'm home."

Fang Cheng changed into slippers and called out.

"Hey! Chengcheng's back?"

Li Biyun's voice came from the second bedroom, and then she was seen walking out quickly with a rag in her hand.

She was wearing a floral apron at home, her hair simply tied back, and when she saw her son, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes smiled and relaxed.

"I'm tidying up your room. Didn't you say you had to work overtime this morning and wouldn't be back for dinner?"

"Things at the company went very smoothly, so I finished work early and rushed back."

Fang Cheng casually placed his handbag on the cabinet.

The feeling of a light on and someone waiting for him as soon as he entered warmed his heart.

"Are you hungry? Mom will get you something to eat right away."

"There's some leftover braised beef in the fridge from yesterday. I'll cut up a plate for you and make you a bowl of noodles."

As Li Biyun spoke, she began to walk towards the kitchen.

"No rush, Mom, come here first."

Fang Cheng took his mother's hand, pressed her down onto the sofa, and smiled mysteriously:
"I brought you a gift from this business trip."

"What gift? You're wasting money again."

Li Biyun scolded him playfully, but her eyes revealed anticipation.

Fang Cheng turned around, took out an exquisite sandalwood jewelry box from his bag, and handed it over.

Li Biyun took it with a puzzled look and gently opened it.

The next second, her eyes widened instantly.

On a black velvet background, a jade bracelet with a bright green color and excellent translucency lay quietly.

Under the light, the emerald green seemed to come alive, flowing with a warm luster.

"This...this is jade?"

Although Li Biyun was not an expert, she could tell that this item was quite valuable.

Then, as if realizing something, he was so startled that his hand trembled:
"Chengcheng, how much does this cost? Where did you get the money to buy something so expensive?"

"It didn't cost much."

Fang Cheng had already prepared a lie, and explained without batting an eye:
"When I was traveling in Tiannan Province, I passed by a jade market where many merchants were auctioning off raw stones."

"I went over there to join the fun, and since the price was relatively cheap, I bought one to play with."

"Who knew you'd get lucky and make a profit on the first cut, so you had a local craftsman make you a bracelet."

"Really?"

Li Biyun looked at her son with suspicion.

"More real than real gold. Come on, try it on."

Fang Cheng smiled, picked up the bracelet, and gently slipped it onto his mother's wrist.

The emerald green bracelet accentuated Li Biyun's fair wrist, which, though somewhat rough, made her appear exceptionally elegant.

It was as if the weariness of a lifetime of toil was instantly suppressed, revealing a touch of gentle charm.

Li Biyun raised her wrist, looking at it from left to right, her eyes revealing an undisguised affection.

What woman could resist something so shiny?

But she couldn't resist reaching out and poking Fang Cheng's forehead, starting her nagging mode:
"You're such a daring kid. You can't just casually touch those kinds of stones. You got lucky this time, but what if you lose next time?"

"You're not allowed to do such opportunistic things again, you hear me? Earning money isn't easy, you have to save it to get married..."

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again."

Fang Cheng nodded obediently, accepting the instruction.

Li Biyun scolded him for a while, but she was secretly pleased.

She carefully touched the bracelet, then stood up:
"Alright, Mom's going to cook for you. I'll add a few extra fried eggs for you tonight!"

Watching his mother walk briskly into the kitchen, Fang Cheng smiled, picked up his handbag, and returned to his bedroom.

He closed the door, unzipped the bag, and pulled out a smaller jewelry box from a hidden compartment.

Inside is a beautifully crafted platinum necklace with a small sapphire pendant; the design is stylish and simple.

Although it wasn't as valuable as the bracelet, it still cost around ten thousand yuan and was specially prepared for Zhou Xiumei.

The singing competition that girl is participating in is starting its auditions this Saturday.

Two days ago, she even called to ask when I was coming back, her tone full of trepidation and anticipation.

The two hadn't seen each other for quite some time, and this gift was perfect for her to wear during the competition, giving her a boost of confidence.

Dinner was ready in no time.

A steaming bowl of beef noodles with poached eggs, served with pickled radishes made by my mom.

Fang Cheng wolfed down three large bowls of food, leaving not even the broth.

This sense of security is something that no delicacy can compare to.

After dinner, Fang Cheng took a hot shower to wash away the dust from a long day's work.

Then she went back to the bedroom, didn't turn on the light, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

The volume of the television in the living room had been turned down.

Li Biyun assumed her son was too tired from work and had gone to his room to rest early, so she didn't bother him.

Outside the window, the nightlife on the old factory street was just beginning.

The glow of neon lights shone through the gaps in the curtains.

The shouts of vendors from the barbecue stalls downstairs and the honking of cars passing by on the road in the distance could be clearly heard.

The noise did not disturb Fang Cheng; instead, it gave him a long-lost sense of peace.

Fang Cheng suddenly understood why his mother insisted on living in the old town.

It is this warmth and humanity that makes me more relatable, instead of gradually turning me into a cold, heartless, and reclusive monster...

He shook his head, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and let his heartbeat gradually blend into the night.

At first, a jumble of thoughts would flash through my mind.

The establishment of the Illuminati, the threat of an ideal world, a mother's smile, Zhou Xiumei's expectations...

But as the breaths became long and weak, these thoughts faded away like wisps of cloud scattered by the wind, until they disappeared completely.

The noise from the outside world gradually faded away, as if isolated by an invisible barrier.

Time passed silently in the stillness.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been an hour.

When Fang Cheng awoke from his deep meditative state once more.

I felt my mind was clear and bright, and every pore of my body felt open and comfortable. My spiritual energy had been accumulated to its fullest state.

He did not get up immediately, but remained in the cross-legged position.

In the darkness, his eyes slowly opened.

It's as if your gaze can penetrate the wall in front of you and look into another dimension.

"We can start trying now..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, a golden glint flashing in the depths of his pupils.

(End of this chapter)