Fortunately, his fifteen-year-old body, like his eighteen-year-old one, possessed the ancestral Pangu Bloodline. His innate meridians were unblocked, allowing him to cultivate far faster than ordinary people.
With such exceptional aptitude, bolstered by his cultivation experience, Qin Heng completed the forging of his foundation in just one night amid excruciating pain.
At daybreak, he assessed his physique and found that it was roughly equivalent to two years of training.
Martial Hall training used the most primitive methods of strength training, little different from ordinary fitness routines. Even after training for a year or two, ordinary people remained ordinary people, at most gaining a little extra strength.
But the foundation Qin Heng forged for himself was like transforming his body into a generator. As long as he absorbed Cosmic Energy, it could continuously produce powerful driving force.
On the second day and the third, Qin Heng continued cultivating. He gave up earning money through odd jobs and gave up communicating with his parents and girlfriend. Like a passerby in this world, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to pursuing strength alone.
Some neighbors noticed his abnormal behavior and tried to advise him, but in Qin Heng's eyes, it was all an illusion. He paid it no mind.
By the fourth day, Qin Heng's body had changed drastically. He had grown taller and more solidly built. The natural Cosmic Energy his flesh absorbed from the air worked better than eating a ton of grain, and his physique had already reached the threshold of a Quasi-Martial Warrior.
That morning, Qin Heng finished cultivating. His T-shirt had been stretched open with crack after crack.
"The energy in the city is too thin. I need to change locations."
He swiftly considered his options and quickly reached a conclusion.
He went downstairs and returned home.
His parents first