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Moonlight quietly sprinkled through the mountains and forests.

Dense fog spread out, enveloping an old building with scattered lights in the darkness.

On the 7th floor of the building, the corridor was dark and silent, utterly devoid of human sound.

Only one room, with a sign reading "Truth and Meditation Co-cultivation Society," revealed light.

Inside the office, two figures leaned against the desk, discussing matters in low voices.

One of them was a middle-aged man, dressed in white, with a thin appearance.

It was Instructor Chen, who guided Fang Cheng and others in meditation and cultivation.

Sitting behind the desk was an old man with a plump figure and a face full of wrinkles.

His brows were tightly knitted, appearing worried, and he muttered to himself:

"With the current situation, we are besieged on all sides. If only the chairman's health could recover quickly and he could return in time…"

Then he raised his head and suddenly asked:

"How have the recent batch of students been performing?"

Seeing the other party bring up this matter, Instructor Chen replied:

"They are very ordinary. There is one young man who may be worth cultivating, and there are two others who are worth further observation."

"Spending so many resources, and only having observation and cultivation value?"

The old man revealed a dissatisfied expression, his tone becoming heavier:

"Teacher, we indeed have too few people right now, but searching for qualified individuals among ordinary people is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"It must be done, even if it's impossible. What we need are not companions, just those who can barely fill the numbers. As long as we get through this difficult time, everything else can be ignored."

The old man's attitude was very firm, and then he instructed:

"Tomorrow, go to town and ask Little Chen for ideas. After all, this time it's not just our problem; the entire Yong'an Island may be in danger."

Chen Jian Dong was slightly silent upon hearing this.

The Little Chen that the teacher spoke of was actually his grandfather.

He was also the patriarch of the Chen family, the largest surname on Yong'an Island, and was highly respected and influential locally.

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to involve his grandfather.

But…

When his gaze fell on the teacher's tightly wrinkled skin and the faintly visible gray-green stratum corneum.

Chen Jian Dong's pupils contracted slightly, and he nodded, saying:

"Alright."

The old man, seeing this, contentedly tapped the table with his thick knuckles.

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The lights were bright on the lower floors of the training camp building, and many people had not yet gone to sleep.

Inside room 315.

"Wow, the feeling of meditation is really good!"

In the dormitory, Pan Wendi, having finished his hot shower, rubbed his hair with a towel while expressing his feelings:

"It seems I really came to the right place this time. No wonder my cousin always suggests that I practice meditation when I have time, saying it can open up wisdom and make me smarter."

He stood in front of the mirror, bent his arm, and showed off his bulging biceps.

Then he looked at Fang Cheng, who was lying on the bed with a detective novel in his hand:

"Xiao Ma, do you have a girlfriend? Do you want me to introduce my cousin to you? She's beautiful, has a sweet voice, and a great figure. I guarantee you won't be able to take your eyes off her."

Fang Cheng seemed to be reading, but was actually thinking about things.

Suddenly, he raised his head and asked him:

"Didn't you discover any new secrets in the meditation class today?"

Pan Wendi was stunned upon hearing this:

"Now that you mention it, I do recall many suspicious points."

Then, like Sherlock Holmes, he stroked his chin and began to analyze seriously:

"That Instructor Chen, I always feel like his smile is fake, without any personal emotion. He's suspicious."

"Also, that Quiet Meditation Hall, the aura inside is completely different from the outside. The lights on the dome seem to be inlaid with gemstones. Such extravagance doesn't seem like something an ordinary organization could afford."

Fang Cheng nodded, then asked again:

"When you were doing meditation practice, did you have any unique experiences, such as seeing or hearing any unusual phenomena?"

Pan Wendi scratched his head:

"I just felt comfortable and wanted to sleep. After waking up, other than my legs being a bit numb, my whole body felt as refreshed as if I had a bone-relaxing massage."

Seeing that he seemed normal, Fang Cheng didn't continue to ask.

After the two chatted casually for a few words, they turned off the lights and rested.

Perhaps because he had gone out for a day of sightseeing and then attended a meditation class, Pan Wendi quickly fell asleep and slept soundly, snoring softly as he breathed.

Fang Cheng lay on his side, listening for a moment.

Seeing that he was already asleep, he got out of bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

He prepared to practice meditation late at night, just to confirm the situation again.

About two hours later.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng opened his bright, shining eyes, looking at the prompt information that appeared in front of him.

[Meditation Experience + 1]

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Then he opened the character panel to check the increase in his mental attributes.

[You have successfully completed a deep meditation, and your Spirit has increased by 0.01]

Two hours of seated meditation actually improved the effect by 10 times compared to sleeping for 8 hours before.

It should be known that Fang Cheng's current Spirit attribute is as high as 40 points.

In addition to practicing focus and speed reading, these mental skills, ordinary sleep or other activities have almost no beneficial effect.

Fang Cheng blinked, able to feel that his current mental state was indeed very good.

The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the skill experience's improvement speed was a bit too slow.

Two hours of practice only added 1 point of experience.

The main reason for this was Fang Cheng himself.

Even after leaving that rather strange Quiet Meditation Hall.

Fang Cheng could still sense that azure space and that distant, enormous phantom during meditation.

Having the idea of prevention, he would automatically become alert and wake up every time meditation went deep, in order to avoid the risk of his consciousness becoming lost.

This also caused the meditation process to be intermittent, and the speed of experience gain became very slow.

Although the instructor did not talk about the "specific goal" and "guidance method" that Lin Chuqiao mentioned during class.

But Fang Cheng had already guessed what the so-called "goal" meant in his heart.

That mysterious, unknown phantom was perhaps the destination that the members of the "Truth and Meditation Co-cultivation Society" hoped to approach and reach through meditation, the end point of life?

Of course, this was their "goal," not the "goal" that Fang Cheng wanted to pursue.

Fang Cheng didn't like the feeling of not being able to completely control his own consciousness.

For this reason, he would rather give up the powerful power that he had the opportunity to awaken and obtain.

"Although I'm not a genius, I have the assistance of the panel. Even if I cultivate a little slower, I can still grow."

As for how to establish his own goal?

Fang Cheng had no clue for the time being. He would slowly figure it out after listening to the instructor's lectures later.

While thinking, he suddenly heard a strange and familiar sound coming from the corridor.

Splash — —

It sounded like someone was wearing rubber shoes filled with water, stepping on the floor.

About ten seconds passed.

Splash — —

Another sound fell.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but frown slightly, his gaze turning like lightning towards the door.