Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 490 - 292:

Sitting alone at the dining table, outside the window the sky has completely darkened, with only streetlights and distant residential lights adorning the night.

Fang Cheng quietly eats his meal, quickly but not rudely.

The food swiftly converts into energy, filling the void in his body, bringing a solid sense of satisfaction.

After finishing his meal, he casually tidies up the kitchen and house, doing some basic chores.

As he wipes clean the last piece of the floor and stands up, familiar panel prompts appear before his eyes:

[Cooking Skill Experience +2]

[Cooking Skill Level 1 (214/250)]

[Cleaning Experience +3]

[Cleaning Level 1 (109/250)]

"Not bad."

Fang Cheng nods slightly, a sense of satisfaction emerging in his heart.

Experience in daily life skills is steadily growing, though slow, but better than nothing.

He glances at the wall clock, the time points to 8:52 PM.

Fang Cheng does not, as usual, take out his dagger to continue practicing Blade Technique or perform Tai Chi Boxing.

As Zhou Xiumei mentioned, his spirit indeed appears noticeably exhausted.

Ever since breaking the Golden Benba Bottle at Mist Mountain and absorbing its spirituality, spiritual power has been consumed unusually frequently, burdening him somewhat heavily.

Coupled with the intense vigilance of the past two days and the fierce battle with Officer Gao, he feels a weariness arising from the depths of his soul.

Fang Cheng decides to take advantage of tonight’s rare peaceful environment for a long meditation.

Thinking of this, he quickly locks all doors and windows, draws the curtains, and isolates the outside light and most noise.

Then, Fang Cheng enters the bedroom and sits cross-legged on the bed.

He adjusts his breath, relaxes his body, and his consciousness slowly sinks into the depths of his mind.

Initially, all kinds of external noises rush in like a tide.

The sound of the neighbor’s TV playing, distant street car honks, even the sound of water flowing through pipes...

But as the meditation deepens, these sounds gradually become distant and blurred, as if through a thick frosted glass.

Until they completely fade away, leaving the consciousness in a deep, eternal silence.

Fang Cheng opens his mind’s eye, "seeing" once again the familiar world of darkness.

The dense fog churns around, devouring all light.

And at the center of the endless darkness, only a stubborn flame quietly burns.

It seems to be an eternal beacon in this Chaotic Space, emitting infinite light and heat, guiding the souls lost in direction.

This is Fang Cheng’s "Spiritual Fire."

Compared to observing it in the unfinished room last time, the flame now seems to have undergone some subtle changes.

The flame’s main body still maintains the blue and red colors symbolizing his own will.

But within the inner flame, those golden light dots derived from the Golden Benba Bottle’s spirituality seem more active, and their number has vaguely increased.

They are no longer sporadic decorations but are more closely interwoven with the red flames.

Making the whole flame present a brighter yet more unstable orange-red hue.

Every burst of golden light dots causes the flame to leap magnificently, expanding the Light Domain outward.

Simultaneously, it creates a void sensation of energy rapidly being consumed.

Fang Cheng carefully observes the anomaly of the Spiritual Fire.

At this moment, those excluded noises and phantoms seem restless, trying to invade the mind like ghosts again.

Chaotic whispers sound at the edge of consciousness, mixed with scattered shadows.

Even more, faint mysterious ancient murmurs reach out from the deep void, containing indescribable temptation and coercion.

The dark Consciousness Space ripples, as if secretly resonating with some unknown mighty presence.

The Spiritual Fire, consequently disturbed, begins to shake violently, causing the soul to tremble.

However, Fang Cheng’s will remains as solid as a rock, his consciousness anchored at the fire’s core.

He silently operates the Meditation Method, mobilizing spiritual power to construct a sturdy barrier, repelling all external disturbances and temptations.

Simultaneously, he cautiously controls the flow of True Qi within.

This time, Fang Cheng does not let the fire’s light penetrate the real world.

Only a faint red light shines at the forehead, and the body merely emits a warm aura, avoiding the embarrassment of almost self-combusting like last time in the unfinished room.

This is a difficult confrontation process.

Maintaining the depth of meditation while resisting external invasion and temptation, and controlling the manifestation of one’s own power.

Time passes, and when those noises and whispers gradually weaken, the shaking of the Spiritual Fire slowly calms down and stabilizes, Fang Cheng finally feels a hint of relief.

A timely flicker of pale blue light appears before his eyes, a series of prompt messages flow by like water:

[You are absorbing external consciousness, consolidating self-awareness, Spirit increases by 0.001]

[Your degree of integration with some spirituality is gradually improving, Spirit increases by 0.001]

[You practice Meditation Skill, experience increases +1]

[Your degree of integration with some spirituality is gradually improving, Spirit increases by 0.001]

.........

Through this meditation practice, as if wrestling with an invisible enemy, the Spiritual Fire not only successfully stabilized but also experienced refinement in the process of resistance and absorption, growing slightly.

Fang Cheng can clearly feel that the spiritual fatigue is completely dispelled, replaced by a fullness akin to being well-fed; Spirit becomes more condensed and clear.