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As evening approached, the light softened.

Within the Meditation Hall, music like sacred hymns faintly echoed.

It was as if many believers were gathered there, engaged in prayer within a church.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

A moment later, with a "creak," the heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a large group of people poured out.

They chattered and chatted as they walked.

Each expression revealed a hint of excitement, as if they had just encountered an incredibly novel world.

The originally tranquil atmosphere instantly became noisy and chaotic.

In the crowd, Fang Cheng walked alone, hands in his pockets.

He faintly sensed someone watching him from behind but remained calm and did not turn back.

Chen Jiandong turned off the lights illuminating the hall and was the last to emerge.

His gaze swept around for a moment, settling on a young man in the distance wearing glasses, appearing gentle and refined.

He had initially been optimistic about this seedling during the first lesson, but his recent performances had been completely different.

Not only had he not improved, but he even struggled to achieve the most basic shallow meditation.

Chen Jiandong shook his head with some disappointment, then consoled himself.

Forget it, if it's not suitable, it's not suitable.

After all, some people are naturally sensitive and prone to rejection during meditation.

Fortunately, after spending so many resources and effort, they had still found some promising talents.

He hoped that by then, the other seedlings could successfully awaken and be qualified to participate in the Sea Sacrifice Ceremony.

Thinking about these things, Chen Jiandong closed the door and turned to walk towards the main building.

In the distance.

Fang Cheng passed through the corridor of the main building and saw a familiar figure standing ahead.

"It's still early, shall we go out for a walk?"

Lin Chuqiao, in disguise, wore a smile and approached him gracefully, seemingly waiting specifically for him.

"Alright."

Fang Cheng nodded.

A group of female tourists nearby, upon seeing this, curiously sized them up.

After all, Fang Cheng, with his gold-rimmed glasses, looked so refined and handsome, yet he was dating a plain-looking girl with glasses.

The gazes these women cast upon Lin Chuqiao were tinged with a hint of jealousy.

They whispered to each other, speculating about the reason they were together.

Could it be that because they both wore glasses, their eyesight wasn't very good?

In front of the training camp building.

Passing through several uninhabited villa buildings, the two strolled slowly along the roadside.

This road led from the training camp base on the hillside all the way to the town below.

Reaching the bend in the slope, they could see the fishing port town with a few lights already lit.

"How is your learning here?"

Lin Chuqiao walked alongside Fang Cheng, casually gazing at the scenery and speaking while looking up.

Wearing high heels, she seemed to have padded her clothes with many things, making her disguised self look tall and stout, not much different in size from Fang Cheng, a man.

Seeing her mention this, Fang Cheng did not hide anything and casually voiced his doubts:

"The meditation method taught by the professors is quite strange. Their meditation goal seems to be a certain deity, and their actions seem like a religious group."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuqiao smiled sweetly:

"You've already realized it. They are originally a group of heretics."

Fang Cheng then asked her:

"Does meditation practice have to reach a deeper level of samadhi to believe in a god?"

Lin Chuqiao shook her head and said:

"It's not about believing in a god, but about having something worth believing in."

Fang Cheng looked at her in confusion.

Lin Chuqiao explained slowly:

"The practice of meditation originated in human tribal times. Over the years, various cultivation methods have emerged, even within religious groups, there are still other methods."

"For example, monks in the Buddhist tradition who cultivate the Bodhisattva path need to make vows as motivation and goals for their practice. The most famous are the vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, 'I will not become a Buddha until the hells are empty,' and the twelve great vows of Avalokiteśvara Bodhisattva to relieve suffering and difficulties."

"But this kind of practice requires extremely high understanding and perseverance. The journey from initiating practice to achieving nirvana is incomparably long and difficult."

"One lifetime, or even lifetime after lifetime, constantly practicing through each reincarnation, it's not as simple as making a vow to achieve the goal."

"I don't really understand the principles, but to sum it up, it's what I just said, having something worth believing in and being willing to move towards that goal with unwavering faith."

After listening to Lin Chuqiao's explanation, Fang Cheng nodded thoughtfully and then asked her:

"What is your meditation goal?"

"That's the purpose of my coming to Yong'an Island."

The corners of Lin Chuqiao's mouth turned up, revealing a mysterious smile:

"I can't explain the specific situation well, I can only say that it's related to the Truth Society."

Seeing that Fang Cheng was still a little curious, she continued:

"Remember when I told you about accidentally entering the Truth Society?"

"That time, due to a coincidence, I awakened a special ability, but I was also put on their blacklist because of it, so this time I disguised myself to come here, preparing to find an opportunity to approach my target."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask:

"What ability did you awaken?"

Lin Chuqiao stopped walking and turned her head to look at Fang Cheng.

"In our circle, it's not polite to ask others what abilities they have."

In her words, the light behind the lenses shone brightly, full of anticipation.

"If I ask you this question now, would you be willing to tell me?"

Fang Cheng just smiled slightly and did not answer.

So she had already regarded him as someone who had awakened a special ability.

Strictly speaking, he, who possessed skill effects and talents, should indeed be classified as a power user.

However, Fang Cheng could not feel any malice from the woman in front of him.

On the contrary, the other party had already helped him many times without compensation.

The two of them did not continue walking forward but simply stood by the roadside, looking at the island in the afterglow.

To the east was a long cape, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The dim light of twilight continuously poured down from the gaps in the clouds, making the sea seem like it was sprinkled with a layer of broken gold.

The whole day had been sunny and breezy.

As evening approached, the clouds increased, but there was a hint of coldness.

The wind blew Lin Chuqiao's hair, stroking her cheeks.

At this moment, her appearance seemed ordinary, but it seemed easier to get close to.

Fang Cheng turned his head and glanced at her, speaking earnestly:

"If there is anything you need, as long as it's within my ability, I can help you."

"Let's see how it goes. If the plan goes smoothly, I can handle it alone."

Lin Chuqiao raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling sweetly:

"Of course, if I really encounter any difficulties, I will definitely not be polite."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly.

At that time, Lin Chuqiao's introduction of himself to study meditation here, although a temporary idea, was also within her calculations.

They stood and admired the scenery for a moment.

The clouds gradually began to turn black, and a few stars appeared, shining brightly.

The two then walked back, chatting as they went.

"What has Pan Wendi been busy with these past two days? He ran out again at noon today and didn't even attend class."

Remembering his roommate, who was helping Lin Chuqiao conceal her identity and seemed even more elusive than himself, Fang Cheng casually brought up the topic.

"He went to help me with something. He should be back by now, right?"

Hearing Fang Cheng ask, Lin Chuqiao couldn't help but show a hint of doubt and concern.