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"Meditation, for the average person, can indeed be beneficial with a little practice, but reaching deeper levels carries certain risks."

"As for our sect's Visualization Technique, it can also be categorized as meditation. However, due to some special reasons, the difficulty of cultivation is beyond your imagination..."

Seeing Fang Cheng's focused listening, Ma Jianguo paused slightly.

After a moment of consideration, he continued to elaborate on the doubts:

"I told you before that if an ordinary person wants to possess power beyond the mundane, to reach the level comparable to those monsters, they must undergo both physical and mental training to complete a true transformation."

"When we practice martial arts to strengthen our bodies, we only need to pay attention to the balance of work and rest, replenish nutrition in time, and avoid blood loss, and our bodies will generally be fine."

"Even if we become ill from overwork or suffer injuries, we can gradually recover our bodies through treatment and recuperation, or we can choose to stop exercising and live a peaceful life as an ordinary person."

"However, mental cultivation is different. Once you step into it, there is no turning back."

"You will encounter all kinds of abnormal and dangerous situations, and no one can help you. The only thing you can rely on is your own willpower."

"In this cultivation process, if your will is deceived or harmed, there is no such thing as recuperation. At best, you will become mentally disturbed and hallucinate; at worst, you will go crazy or even become mentally retarded."

Speaking to this point, Ma Jianguo picked up his teacup and moistened his throat.

Seeing that Fang Cheng's eyes still held some doubts, he added:

"Think about it, after your physical fitness improves, you can clearly feel your strength increasing, running faster, and having more stamina."

"But what is the feeling after your mental energy increases? The most obvious is that you become more perceptive, your eyes are brighter, and your ears are more sensitive."

"Then what? As your mind becomes stronger, you see things more and more subtly, more and more complexly, and you hear tens of thousands of sounds, a chaotic mess, and your entire head is filled with information that you usually ignore. Can you still maintain a clear state of mind?"

Hearing Ma Jianguo's words, Fang Cheng suddenly understood and instantly thought of his own personal experience.

After his mental attribute exceeded the limit of 20 points, the significant enhancement of his five senses did bring him many conveniences, as if he possessed superpowers.

But after rising to 30 points and 40 points, some unbearable abnormalities gradually began to appear. He could feel that his emotions seemed to be easier to lose control of than before.

Ma Jianguo continued to explain:

"The mind is a very unique and mysterious field. Some people cultivate diligently for decades, and their progress is as slow as a snail crawling, while others are innately gifted or have a lucky encounter, and can suddenly awaken and undergo an essential change in an instant."

"It can be said that it is completely different from practicing martial arts to exercise the body. If you don't have enough willpower and control methods, too much mental energy is not a good thing."

"And meditation is the most common method of mental cultivation, so I was cautious and asked you to lay a solid foundation before considering learning the Visualization Technique."

Fang Cheng nodded as he listened, feeling like he had gained more from hearing this than from reading books for ten years.

He thought to himself, 'Master Ma is indeed a grandmaster, the head of Tai Chi Quan.'

Then, he happily threw out a series of questions:

"Uncle Ma, you have been practicing Qigong for decades. How high a level have you reached in mental cultivation?"

"Have you ever entered a state of Samadhi? After entering Samadhi, what kind of experience can you share?"

"Cough, cough."

Ma Jianguo was drinking tea and seemed to choke, coughing a few times in a row:

"The sun is very bright today, the weather looks really nice..."

Seeing the old man avoiding the topic, Fang Cheng thought he had some secrets that were inconvenient to say.

So he followed suit and changed the subject, mentioning the Special Search Team, which both he and Ma Donghe were more concerned about.

Ma Jianguo frowned upon hearing this, his expression becoming even more serious than before.

"Acheng, you should try to avoid contact with those guys in the future."

Fang Cheng looked at him in confusion.

This time, Ma Jianguo didn't hold back but revealed all the truth he knew.

The so-called "Special Search Team," whose full name is "Special Affairs Investigation Team," is a special organization under the National Police Department.

The members also consist mainly of martial artists and combat athletes with strong physiques.

It was only later that, with the development of biopharmaceutical technology, those martial artists took the path of enhancing their physical fitness by taking drugs in order to pursue breaking through their physical limits, thus embarking on an evil path.

"If anyone tries to win you over in the future and tempt you with those drugs, don't agree."

Ma Jianguo solemnly warned Fang Cheng:

"You must know that the path we are taking with the Martial Arts Research Association is the right path, and they are just heretical side paths who have gone astray. As inheritors of a prestigious orthodox sect, we must maintain a principled distinction from them."

Listening to the old man's righteous criticism of the officially backed Special Search Team, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

Just then, a loud call came from inside the house:

"The food is ready! Stop chatting and come eat!"

Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun were seen carrying out several steaming dishes from the kitchen, placing them on the round table in the hall one after another.

Fang Cheng and Ma Jianguo then walked into the house, exchanged polite greetings, and sat down as host and guest.

"Acheng, try my cooking first. What do you think?"

Ma Donghe deliberately rotated the glass turntable, sending a dish that looked very fierce to Fang Cheng.

"This is deer antler stewed with tiger penis. It's a great tonic for us martial artists, and it's usually hard to get."

Seeing this, Ma Jianguo also introduced it, pointing out its preciousness.

Fang Cheng's appetite was immediately piqued upon hearing this, and he immediately picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of tiger penis into his mouth.

"How is it?"

Ma Donghe looked at Fang Cheng with an expectant expression.

"Well... um..."

Fang Cheng chewed carefully a few times, his face revealing an indescribable expression.

After some deliberation, he commented: "How should I put it? It's very original, valuable for its authenticity."

Ma Donghe's eyebrows danced with joy upon hearing this, and he said smugly:

"Of course, the highest realm of cooking is to preserve the purest original flavor of the ingredients!"

"Acheng, since you like to eat it, you must eat more."

Then, he enthusiastically introduced the other hard dishes:

"This is braised mutton penis, this is scallion-fried beef penis flower, this is soft-shelled turtle with rooster eggs, and the most nourishing is lobster stewed with sea dog penis!"

"Hiss..."

Fang Cheng's eyes swept across the banquet, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens, is this a full Manchu-Han penis feast?

The dishes on the table were colorful, fragrant, and looked quite impressive.

Ma Jianguo smiled and also picked up a chopstick, preparing to taste his son's cooking.

Immediately afterward, his face changed slightly, and then he inconspicuously poured down a mouthful of shochu to relieve the fishy taste in his mouth.

He glanced sideways at Fang Cheng, who looked as usual, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the guest's taste is quite unique and seems to be quite satisfied.

Although he didn't dare to compliment Ma Donghe's cooking skills, Fang Cheng still gave him a lot of face and tasted a few bites of each dish.

After all, the ingredients were rare and hard to come by, so he treated it as replenishing his body with nutrition.

A family banquet with clinking glasses, laughter, and constant joy.

Fang Cheng toasted Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun, and then got up to return a glass of wine to Ma Jianguo.

Then, he continued to calmly enjoy the "delicious delicacies."

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and several prompt messages appeared before his eyes.

[You have tasted an exceptionally rich rare feast, gourmet experience + 1]

[You have tasted an exceptionally rich rare feast, gourmet experience + 1]

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