The So-Called Mysticism

Late at night.

Chen Feng did not rest until he had finished all three batches of materials.

With these, he at least had the most basic means of self-defense. In fact, the vast majority of Gene Producers relied on these disposable Gene Reagents to protect themselves.

But these were still far from enough.

Early the next morning, Chen Feng signed up for a course he had never taken before—Gene Ability Training.

Price: 10,000 yuan.

Gene abilities were powers gained by integrating external genes into one's body. To improve a gene ability, one could only train constantly.

And Chen Feng had never touched this field before.

There were many Gene Ability Training instructors. Chen Feng chose one who was currently available and immediately began this one-on-one training session.

"What is your ability?"

the instructor asked.

"Wind Blade."

Chen Feng stated it directly.

The instructor: "..."

"That really is a rare ability."

The instructor paused. "Still, there is relevant genetic data for it. Wait a moment."

After a long while.

The instructor returned and explained to Chen Feng, "There are three aspects of the Wind Blade ability that can be improved through effort."

"First, the power of the Wind Blade!"

"After successful gene fusion, the gene ability is already within your body. But you need to cast and use it constantly to make it stronger and unlock its true power! As long as you keep using it, the Wind Blade will grow increasingly powerful until it reaches its genetic limit."

Chen Feng nodded slightly.

It was like the Wood Bear Gene. Initially, it increased strength by 10 points, but at its limit, it increased strength by 100 points.

"Second, the casting speed of Wind Blade!"

"This requires personal practice and technique. By becoming familiar with and understanding Wind Blade, you can greatly increase the speed at which you cast it. For example, at first, you might need 0.3 seconds to form a Wind Blade, but after becoming proficient, you might be able to release one in 0.1 seconds."

"Third, control of the Wind Blade."

"This is the most important part. Through mental control and practice, you can make the Wind Blade fly faster, or even bend its trajectory!"

"For example—"

The instructor opened a virtual reality video for Chen Feng.

In the footage.

An expert appeared. With a light wave of his hand, a Wind Blade erupted from his palm. There was only one, yet that single Wind Blade traced a curved path through the air... And that was not all. After turning in midair, the Wind Blade actually came back!

Returning Blade!

Chen Feng was stunned.

A simple Wind Blade could actually be used in so many ways?

That was incredible!

Chen Feng instinctively wanted to admire this senior's appearance, and then...

He saw a blur of mosaic censorship.

Chen Feng's face darkened. It wasn't some damn porn video, so why censor the man's face?!

"Uh."

The instructor was somewhat embarrassed as well. "That was the senior's request when the video was recorded, because he felt embarrassed about choosing Wind Blade back then just because it was cheap... After all, among gene abilities of the same type, Wind Blade has relatively poor cost-effectiveness and low power."

"Mm."

Chen Feng nodded slightly. He did know that much.

"What about the probability?"

Chen Feng suddenly thought of something.

The greatest feature of Wind Blade was its probability of appearing consecutively, yet the instructor had not mentioned it at all.

"Probability..."

The instructor pondered for a moment. "If you want to improve that, you can only rely on Mysticism."

Chen Feng was surprised. Mysticism?

"Mm."

The instructor nodded. "Wash your hands often, wash your face often, and pray in your heart when necessary."

Chen Feng: "..."

Sure enough, it was mysticism.

After that, the instructor carefully explained to Chen Feng how to train, how to improve his Gene Ability more quickly, and how to use mental power for control, among other things.

Chen Feng benefited greatly.

After class ended, Chen Feng rented a Training Room and began practicing. Controlling Wind Blades was not particularly difficult; the main challenge lay in mental techniques. After studying continuously for half a day, Chen Feng was already able to control their trajectory to some extent, and the speed at which he launched Wind Blades had also increased slightly.

"No wonder they say Gene Producers are weak in combat."

Chen Feng shook his head.

It was not merely a matter of gene selection, but also of Gene Ability development! Even with the same gene, the difference between beginner level and max level was like heaven and earth! Gene Producers wished there were twenty-five hours in a day—where would they find extra time to practice combat abilities?

Whoosh!

A Wind Blade shot out, curving through the air.

Unfortunately.

The Returning Blade was far too difficult to learn!

With Chen Feng's current mental control techniques, he was still nowhere close.

"Take it slow."

Chen Feng took a deep breath.

Being able to curve a Wind Blade's path was already a huge improvement.

So then...

Next came the power of the Wind Blade?

That had nothing to do with technique. It could only be improved through actual practice. Only by using it repeatedly could the genes fused within his body be fully stimulated.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Feng fired a Wind Blade, but he did not feel any change.

"Is it because I'm in the Virtual Community?"

Chen Feng thought about it, then shook his head.

The Training Zone in the Virtual Community connected to one's mental power and performed proportional calibration and balancing. Put simply, it was not much different from practicing in reality!

"Then I haven't used it enough."

Chen Feng suddenly realized something.

All his practice today had focused on mental control. In reality, he had released fewer than ten Wind Blades. There was nothing he could do about that—if he released too many, his mental power would not be enough.

"The more Wind Blades I release, the more I can stimulate my Gene Ability?"

Chen Feng fell into thought.

If that was the case...

Chen Feng suddenly activated his Luck Aura and released Wind Blades.

"Thud thud thud thud!"

A string of Wind Blades burst from his hand.

Fortunately, releasing Wind Blades was guidance-based. It only consumed mental power once; the remaining Wind Blades were generated by absorbing energy from the surroundings. Otherwise, Chen Feng's mental power would have been nowhere near enough. Chen Feng instinctively controlled all the Wind Blades to arc through the air, not wasting any of them.

Ten in one second!

Under Chen Feng's control, ten Wind Blades flew wildly around the enormous training ground, like a chaotic dance of demons.

"Looks like that won't work."

Chen Feng shook his head.

He had thought that releasing ten at once would be equivalent to practicing ten times, but it seemed he had been overthinking it. His mental power was only consumed once, so the genes in his bloodline were probably only stimulated once as well. Still, practicing this way greatly accelerated his mental control training.

For an entire day.

Chen Feng practiced Wind Blades.

The whole Training Room was filled with Chen Feng's Wind Blades flying everywhere. Controlling ten Wind Blades at once let him improve at a rate more than ten times faster than everyone else!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The Wind Blades spun without pause.

By late at night, Chen Feng could already make a Wind Blade trace a perfect circle! At the very least, it would no longer fly off without him noticing like before.

Chen Feng's combat strength had increased dramatically!

But was that enough?

Of course not!

In the end, Chen Feng spent a hefty sum to buy ten small bottles of Mental Enhancement Reagent—stimulants that awakened one's potential and increased mental power by 20 points for ten seconds. These things were not very useful on their own, but combined with Chen Feng's Wind Blades and Luck Aura, they could definitely unleash tremendous power.

Only then were Chen Feng's preparations complete.

It was his first time going out to explore. Even as a Gene Producer, he had to make thorough preparations.