Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 492 - 293

Fang Cheng stood still, his footsteps did not move at all.

It was as if he was standing at the boundary between illusion and reality.

His gaze shot like an arrow, penetrating the layers of entwined mist.

Scenes of fleeting images swept past him, leaving a fleeting shadow in the depths of his consciousness.

Finally, his gaze settled on a hazy place, as if observing the world through frosted glass.

Gradually, that blurry scene became clear.

When the last wisp of mist dissipated.

What appeared before his eyes was no longer the dark and empty Memory Palace, but a bright classroom.

Sunlight slanted in through the windows, casting warm yellow spots on the wooden desks.

The air was filled with the smell of chalk dust, and on the blackboard remained some uncleaned mathematical formulas.

The gentle voice of the teacher’s lecture and the subtle sounds of classmates turning pages and writing came to his ears...

Fang Cheng felt as if he had "possessed" a small body.

At this moment, he was sitting at a desk, holding a pen, carefully taking class notes.

Through these strange yet familiar eyes, he could even see the neat handwriting on the notebook.

Although a bit blurred, like wearing glasses with high myopia, every detail was so real.

Fang Cheng felt a sense of enlightenment, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

He succeeded!

Meanwhile, in a classroom at Yu Ying Primary School.

Wen Xin, who was focusing on the teacher explaining a difficult problem, suddenly tilted her little head, and the pen tip drew a long ink line on the notebook.

She blinked blankly, blurting out:

"Brother?"

Although the voice was not loud, it sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom.

The math teacher’s voice stopped abruptly, and all the classmates’ gazes swept towards this usually well-behaved girl.

Wen Xin’s face turned red, and she quickly lowered her head, covering her mouth with her little hand.

But her peripheral vision secretly glanced towards the classroom door, her heart filled with doubt:

Is it just an illusion caused by missing my brother too much? It seemed like I heard his voice just now...

"Wen Xin, pay attention in class."

A familiar thought quietly entered her mind once more.

This time, Wen Xin was sure it wasn’t an illusion!

She quickly raised her head, looking around joyfully.

However, where was Fang Cheng’s figure to be seen?

Fang Cheng, who was watching from afar, did not continue to disturb Wen Xin’s class.

After confirming that the "connection method" was successful, he actively interrupted the Spiritual Link.

In an instant, consciousness returned to the body.

The scene before his eyes returned to the dark and empty Memory Palace.

A gold sphere floated in the void, humming with a resonant sound, its surface rippling with circles of waves.

Fang Cheng keenly noticed that the light emitted by the sphere was dimmer than before.

Although the change was subtle, it did not escape his eyes.

"So it is..."

Staring at the sphere again after confirming, Fang Cheng thought to himself.

In the past, the Mind Sensing between himself and Wen Xin could only be achieved at a very close distance, and both parties were limited to transmitting simple thoughts and emotions.

But now, with the help of the golden sphere in the Memory Palace, Fang Cheng had actually succeeded in establishing a one-way Spiritual Link across a super long distance.

The vast distance of at least ten kilometers between Old Factory Street and the school was easily breached at this moment!

Even more exciting, this link not only enabled basic "listening" and "speaking" communication, but even further shared visual perception.

Although the current link status is unstable, with the perceptual images sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, this was already an unprecedented major breakthrough.

Excitedly, Fang Cheng continued to try to touch the other blurry patterns on the sphere.

Eager to verify whether this miraculous Spiritual Link could extend to the consciousness of other people.

Especially those who are close to him, such as his mother, grandfather, uncle, and Zhou Xiumei.

However, the subsequent attempts all ended in failure.

No matter how focused Fang Cheng was in sensing, those patterns seemed bound by invisible shackles, unable to resonate at the same frequency with him.

Occasionally a faint light flashed, disappearing in an instant.

Accompanied by intermittent noise and seeing vague images.

It was like looking through a thick mist, always unable to perceive clearly, let alone establish a stable spiritual connection.

"It seems, currently I can only establish this long-distance link with Wen Xin..."

Fang Cheng withdrew his finger, thoughtfully gazing at the yet-to-be-formed patterns on the surface of the sphere.

His thoughts drifted back to the scene at Lin Chuqiao’s home.

Wen Xin fell into a coma, and he entered deep into her subconscious, using his own Spiritual Fire to dispel darkness and guide the lost self-awareness.

Successfully waking her from her long sleep.

It could be said that it was an extremely profound spiritual union, a resonance reaching deep into the soul.

"Could it be... to establish such a stable spiritual link with others, a similar process is needed?"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself:

"Like some sort of... mental synchronization or soul imprint?"

This thought made him furrow his brows.

It’s not an easy task, and the risks are immeasurable; any slight carelessness could cause damage to both parties’ spirits.

"Perhaps... I could consult Lin Chuqiao, or that mysterious Professor?"

Fang Cheng recalled that during their time in the Mist Mountain Range, they seemed to possess some ability to establish a mental link and share information among team members.