System Panel Changes

Chen Mo was helpless. It took a great deal of coaxing before his father finally let go of his hand.

After Chen Mingyuan released him, he sat beside the bed, his gaze never leaving Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's senses had become extremely sharp, and being stared at so constantly made him feel rather uncomfortable.

"Dad, I already told you, I won't do anything stupid. I've accepted reality. Can you stop staring at me?"

"No. I'm worried."

"Forget it. Look all you want, then!"

Chen Mo did not dwell on it. In his heart, he silently called up the System Panel, and a translucent panel immediately appeared before his eyes.

[Host: Chen Mo]

[Talent: Diligent Heaven Rewards (one measure of effort, one measure of gain; once attained, forever attained)]

[Realm: Fifth-grade Martial Disciple (Dantian shattered) Vitality Value: 51 Spiritual Power: 99.1]

[Cultivation Method: Basic Stance Training Minor Accomplishment (172/200)]

[Martial Skills: Basic Fist Technique Minor Accomplishment (42/200) Basic Saber Technique Minor Accomplishment (33/200) Basic Movement Technique Beginner (89/100)]

[General Proficiency Points: 0]

With just one glance, he noticed that the System Panel had changed. His Spiritual Power had risen from 99 to 99.1, increasing by 0.1.

Chen Mo immediately began investigating why his Spiritual Power had increased.

The moment the thought arose, a line of golden text appeared beneath the System Panel:

"Through Spiritual Power training, your Spiritual Power has increased by +0.1."

So that was it.

Chen Mo quickly understood what had happened. He had activated Spiritual Perception just now, consuming a great deal of Spiritual Power and thereby achieving the effect of training it.

At this sight, Chen Mo was overjoyed!

This proved that the System Panel was working. His cheat was useful.

If that was the case, then a shattered Dantian was nothing more than a trivial matter to him!

As long as his talent took effect, even if he could not become a Martial Artist, he could still train his Spiritual Power and let it grow without limit, becoming a powerhouse in the process.

Telekinetic Force—or Divine Sense—was immensely important in any power system.

Chen Mo guessed that realms above that of a Martial Artist surely required one's Spiritual Power to reach a certain threshold. Otherwise, it would be impossible to attain that realm at all.

That was why Spiritual Power was so important.

Once his Spiritual Power reached a certain level, he would be able to lift objects. Then he could use weapons such as flying needles and Flying Daggers.

If he became strong enough, he could even kill Fierce Beasts.

What was more, he thought of the scenes from cultivation novels in his previous life, of riding swords through the skies. If he just grinded away for ten or twenty years—or perhaps several decades—he might be able to achieve that too.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo's mood improved even further.

Now that he was lying in bed with nothing to do, Chen Mo closed his eyes and began training his Spiritual Power, making it grow.

Chen Mingyuan, who had been watching his son all this time, saw the corners of Chen Mo's lips lift. He thought his son had recalled the matter of his Dantian being crippled and was becoming somewhat unhinged.

He dearly wanted to comfort his son and tell him not to think about his Dantian anymore.

But the words would not leave his mouth.

Bringing up the Dantian would undoubtedly be like rubbing salt into his son's wound. If he said too much and provoked his son, that would be even worse.

Even now, Chen Mingyuan himself could not let it go, much less the person it had happened to.

Chen Mingyuan blamed himself deeply. He hated that he was incapable, hated that he was not a Martial Artist, hated the injustice of fate.

But what could he do?

This was fate!

He was already over forty. How could he refuse to accept his fate?

Seeing his son close his eyes, Chen Mingyuan heaved a heavy sigh in his heart. An ordinary person was fine. At least his son had been saved.

If his son could not have been saved, he did not know what he would have done.

Chen Mo, who was using Spiritual Perception, naturally saw the changes in his father's expression. He had already explained it many times, but his father did not believe him, and Chen Mo could not bring himself to say more.

If not for the System Panel, he probably would have had trouble accepting it for a while—but he would not have sought death. Better to live badly than die well; he still had family.

"Dad, I'll definitely become a Martial Artist!"

Chen Mo stopped thinking about it and began carefully observing everything his Spiritual Power could perceive.

The movement of air as people breathed, changes in the ambient temperature, the humidity of the air, the shapes of objects, tiny specks of dust—everything within the range of his perception was crystal clear to him.

It was like a 3D model, appearing in his mind.

This kind of perceptive ability was even more useful than his eyes. Things his eyes could not see could all be sensed.

"If the range were a little larger, I could use it in battle and anticipate the enemy's moves! What a pity..."

Before long, Chen Mo felt a stabbing pain in his brain, and his consciousness grew somewhat hazy, but he still held on for two seconds.

Only after the prompt drifted across the System Panel did he cancel his Spiritual Perception.

Having completed one Spiritual Power exercise, Spiritual Power +0.1.

His Spiritual Power on the System Panel had also become 99.2.

Only then did Chen Mo feel completely satisfied and slowly open his eyes.

The System Panel could appear before his eyes or within his mind. However, for it to appear in his mind, he had to close his eyes.

"Little Mo, what's wrong?"

Seeing Chen Mo frown, Chen Mingyuan immediately asked anxiously, "Does your wound hurt? I'll go get a doctor to take a look."

"Dad, I'm fine. The doctor said this little bit of pain is normal. There's no need to go."

Chen Mo hurriedly stopped him.

"Are you really okay?"

"I'm really okay!"

Chen Mingyuan dearly wanted to fetch a doctor, but he was afraid that the moment he left, his son would disappear.

So he pressed the call button.

Chen Mo had no way to stop him. If the doctor did not come by, his dad would not be at ease.

He could only let him do as he pleased.

Before long, the attending physician, Li Hui, arrived. After listening to Chen Mingyuan describe Chen Mo's condition, he examined Chen Mo again.

"There's nothing abnormal with the patient. Pain from the wound is normal. If it becomes severe, let me know."

Only after hearing Doctor Li's words did Chen Mingyuan relax, hurriedly thanking the doctor.

After the doctor left, Chen Mo spoke up.

"Dad, I told you I was fine. You believe me now, right?"

"Mm, I believe you! Little Mo, Dad was wrong."

"No, Dad. I know you were worried about me."

After that exchange, the father and son grew even closer.

The two began chatting and laughing together.

A while later, Chen Mingyuan's phone rang. It was a video call from Lin Fang. After answering it, Chen Mingyuan handed the phone to Chen Mo.

"How is my son now? Are you feeling better?"

"Much better! Mom, you don't need to worry about me. It's only two in the afternoon. Dad said you didn't sleep at all last night, so why didn't you rest a little longer?"

"Mom has rested enough. I'm not tired at all now! What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go buy some groceries in a bit and make it for you."

Chen Mo could not bring himself to believe Lin Fang's words. He could see the weariness on her face and the bloodshot veins in her eyes.

Though she had put on some makeup to cover her dark circles, he could still tell.

"Mom, I like anything you make." Knowing he could never persuade his mother to rest, Chen Mo did not try.

"Brother, Brother, it's Wan'er! Can you see me?"

Suddenly, his younger sister Chen Wan'er appeared in front of the camera. Seeing his adorable little sister, Chen Mo immediately said with a smile, "Wan'er, Brother can see you. Have you missed Brother at home?"

"Yes, yes! Brother, Wan'er missed you so much! Mom said you're sick. If you need to see a doctor, you have to take your medicine properly and get your injections obediently. That way, you'll get better faster."

"Mm-hmm, Brother will listen to Wan'er!"

The siblings chatted happily, and for a time, Chen Wan'er's laughter rang through the hospital room.