36 Mystery of Potential (1/2)

”Elder Brother has earned these mid-grade nutrient fluids through part-time jobs. You'll be able to drink more of them in the future. If you guys have had your fill, then go back and sleep!” Feng Lin put in a great effort before he was able to get his younger siblings to return to their rooms and sleep.

A bottle of mid-grade nutrient fluid was three days' worth for an ordinary person.

The two young kids had been malnourished for a prolonged period of time and had been starved for very long. After drinking one entire bottle, their heads were feeling groggy, and they couldn't even walk straight anymore. Yet, they still wanted to drink more!

It was as if they weren't afraid that they'd explode from drinking it!

However, Feng Lin wouldn't be so rash. He went through great difficulty to coax them to head back to sleep. Thereafter, he also fell onto his bed and sank into a deep slumber.

He was far too tired.

In this trip to the illusory martial pagoda, he had experienced over 20 great battles consecutively. Although he could use the genetic points to rapidly recover his stamina, his mental fatigue couldn't be easily removed like that.

He completely blacked out.

Sinking into the world of darkness without dreaming through the entire night.

When he woke up once again, it was already bright outside, and the sun was high above in the sky.

His parents had already left. They still had to work overtime in the Feng Clan's factory even during the weekends.

Seeing this scene, Feng Lin's belief grew increasingly firm.

He didn't want a fate where he was restrained by others and had no freedom at all!

After a simple washing up, Feng Lin went to check on his younger siblings and realized that they were still sleeping.

Clearly, after drinking the bottle of mid-grade nutrient fluid, their bodies had received too much nutrition and needed to take a lot of effort to digest them.

He smiled and turned to head out.

He left the Feng Clan Grand Building silently and arrived in a remote park not far away.

The trees were lush and flourishing. A light breeze blew by, bringing with it an endless amount of refreshing air.

Luckily, there were no classes to attend today.

Feng Lin could make good use of this time to digest what he had obtained during this period of training.

Cultivators had awakened their genes and could control their bodies to a greater degree compared to normal humans.

He could feel with his sharp senses that the nutrient fluids he had taken yesterday still remained in his body. They hadn't been completely used up. Not wanting to waste any of that, he started cultivating.

Genetic breathing art!

This was the only genetic cultivation art he excelled in. He circulated the vital energy and blood throughout his entire body through a certain breathing rhythm, stimulating his vitality and tempering his genes.

A cool breeze brushed by his face.

Feng Lin sat on the floor as if he had integrated with the surroundings, entering a state as if there was great harmony between man and nature.

Breath in... breath out... breath in... breath out...

His breathing became one with the sound of the wind, following the rhythm of nature.

His chest undulated as his lungs took in the fresh air strongly. All his red blood cells were stimulated.

On the surface, the exterior of his body seemed calm, but on the inside, things seemed to be seething like a volcano or akin to overturning rivers and seas, ready to burst out at any moment.

Feng Lin's skin revealed a faint red color from inside out, emitting surging heat gradually.

This was a sign that his body cells had become vibrantly active.

When his body reached the optimum condition, Feng Lin jumped up abruptly. His body was like an old machine that had been instantly activated, reaching the greatest efficiency.

Bang bang bang!

His punches were like drummings, releasing densely packed sounds.

Feng Lin stood on the spot, starting to practice his fist arts. He started off with the Hong Fist, each punch being very impactful and reaching deep into its target. Then it was the Eight Trigram Palm. Displaying great agility and grace, his body moved within the eight trigrams, shifting on the spur to the left and right, without a single flaw...

As an ancient saying went: Taichi (The great balance) brings peace to the world under the heavens, and the eight extremities determined the course of the universe.

He then carried on to practice the two ancient martial arts—Taichi and Eight Extremes—one was tough and unyielding, while the other was gentle and soft; one flowed gently like water, while the other roared like a raging fire. It demonstrated the true essence of martial arts.

Feng Lin practiced all the ancient martial arts he had acquired in the illusory martial pagoda.

After finishing this round of practice, his fist arts changed again. With a tremble, his momentum changed, revealing an unshakeable disposition as if one was beholding a high mountain in awe.

Feng Lin clenched his fist before his chest as if he were a human King Kong.

Vajra Subduing Devil Fist!

Ancient martial arts had deep profoundness. But as there were no genetic theories in them, one would be unable to manoeuver their genetic abilities. Therefore, the prowess would tend to be weaker than genetic martial arts.

The Vajra Subduing Devil Fist was the only genetic martial art that Feng Lin knew. In the future, this would be his primary battle means. He must practice it until he achieved a high level of mastery in it.

Vajra Dragon Claw!