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Chapter 507 - 299: This Cultivation Technique Sounds Extremely Dominant

Chapter 507: Chapter 299: This Cultivation Technique Sounds Extremely Dominant

A golden sphere of light hovered in the center of the dark hall, emitting a subtle, low buzzing sound.

Gazing at the flowing light patterns resembling lifelines, Fang Cheng felt a myriad of emotions.

This breakthrough in meditation level came at the perfect time, seemingly opening a door to a new world for himself.

Not only did it further enhance his strength and resolve his own mental issues, but it also enabled him to master a mysterious skill. View the correct content at NovelFire)

Especially the unique function of "Spiritual Resonance," which is simply a powerful tool against unknown enemies.

This ability allows Fang Cheng to establish a deep connection with a chosen target, comprehending their thoughts in real-time and sensing distant environmental information.

This means that when facing lurking enemies, Fang Cheng could similarly hide his true self behind the scenes, using those linked targets as "eyes" and "ears" to explore intelligence, detect threats, and grasp the true movements of the enemy.

It was as if he had countless "clones," scattered across various corners of the city, acting as informants weaving a web of intelligence.

As long as there are enough nodes, Fang Cheng’s consciousness can transcend spatial limitations, freely leaping and projecting.

Thus, he can seize the advantage everywhere and avoid falling into unfavorable circumstances.

Moreover, the remote sensing characteristic of "Spiritual Resonance" also gives Fang Cheng much confidence in protecting his family.

If he successfully establishes a spiritual link with his family, he can observe their status in real-time in case of any danger, issuing warnings or tracking them at critical moments, providing strong informational support to protect those dear to him.

In summary, this ability to obtain information in real-time and respond flexibly to complex situations undoubtedly gives him more initiative in future battles with enemies.

At this thought, Fang Cheng exhaled softly, his eyes lighting up.

Although the path ahead is still shrouded in mist, filled with looming crises.

Unknown enemies and challenges lurk like beasts in the darkness, ready to strike at any moment.

But at least now, he had another trump card capable of influencing the battlefield in his hand.

Withdrawing his consciousness 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 suffused with the hotel’s unique faint aroma of disinfectant mixed with fragrance.

"Knock, knock, knock."

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

"Chengcheng, are you awake? It’s noon; you should come down for lunch."

His mother, Li Biyun’s voice came from outside the door, full of its usual warmth and care.

Fang Cheng responded, "Got it, Mom, I’ll get up right away!"

He promptly got up and put on his shoes, still pondering matters related to his skills in his mind.

Logically speaking, his family like his mother, grandfather, uncle, from an emotional standpoint, were the closest and most trusted group to him.

But oddly, no light patterns representing them automatically appeared on the golden sphere in the Memory Palace.

"There must be some mechanisms here... that I haven’t yet understood."

Fang Cheng pondered.

Reflecting on the light patterns that had already formed, they seemed to have been produced in special ways.

Either like Wen Xin, who had a deep, almost soul-fusing level of exchange at the subconscious level.

Or like that member of the True Thought Society, who made him the target of prayer and meditation, gradually forming a mental anchor imperceptibly.

"If I want to form a spiritual link with my mom and the others, it seems I need to actively use the ’Spiritual Resonance’ ability to guide and establish it."

Fang Cheng thought, a new idea forming in his mind.

However, before that, he needed to find a "guinea pig" to practice with, to familiarize himself with the specific operation process and precautions.

Xu Hao, that guy, was thick-skinned and had a certain "loyalty" to him, making him the best test subject.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng glanced at the cell phone thrown aside, not dialing out for the time being.

He decided to eat first and look for him later.

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Night had fallen deep, past midnight.

In a district of East City mixed with dragons and snakes, a bar named "Midnight Forest" was still brightly lit.

The beat of heavy metal music penetrated the thick walls, faintly audible even when standing on the street.

On the second floor of the bar, in a lounge room.

The lighting was dim, with several empty wine bottles and ashtrays messily placed on the coffee table, the air thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

In the corner, a high-end audio system played soft music, attempting to create a peaceful atmosphere, yet seeming out of place with the surroundings.

Two men sat cross-legged on the floor, face to face, looking at each other wide-eyed.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"Boss, what... what are you going to do?"

Xu Hao felt all kinds of uncomfortable, squirming uneasily.

He sneaked a glance at the closed door, then looked at Fang Cheng’s slightly inscrutable face under the dim light.

In the middle of the night, this man sneaked into his lounge, then called him from the noisy bar front to this quiet secluded place.

Even took the trouble to lock the door, mysteriously claiming to help him adjust his mental state.

Xu Hao couldn’t help but wonder.

Thinking about how this guy previously said he didn’t know how to solve mental problems, how did he suddenly come up with this "adjustment" idea?

And the way he spoke seemed like those itinerant doctors tricking people with their routines?

"Relax, don’t be nervous."