Hostage (A Celebration for Brother Zhao!)

Yuan Grotto-heaven.

Eight Trigrams Sect.

Lin Fan took off his gaming glasses, entered the training ground in silence, and practiced a set of Eight Trigram Palm.

"It's gone..."

"Not only that feeling of being able to see the road ahead—even the tiny breakthrough I achieved in the game world... has disappeared..."

In that Game Isekai, he could sense the slightest improvements in his body. His speed, strength, and even stamina, which had originally stagnated, had all been improving bit by bit.

But after coming to this world, they had vanished completely.

Other than the Experience Points he had gained, everything was like an illusion!

"If only I could... really live in that world for the rest of my life."

Lin Fan was a martial arts fanatic—or rather, he had practiced martial arts to the point of becoming somewhat neurotic.

To him, if moving somewhere else could let him break through in martial arts, he definitely would not care about anything else.

After eating and exercising each day, he entered the game again.

For Lin Fan at this point, if he were not worried that his real-world body would be unable to take it, he would have loved to soak in the game twenty-four hours a day.

As for his living expenses, he did not need to worry about them. Jiang Shang had already begun paying the guild's core members.

"This world is truly a paradise for martial arts!"

"Even within a single commandery, the Tianyuan Sect has risen, and there are three thousand Red Ear Army soldiers, every one of them at least a ranked martial artist!"

"The Cangyuan Sect's master is said to be a Great Grandmaster above the Fourth Rank."

"At this level, martial arts can already reach the realm of the divine!"

"The road I have