The next two days passed without any disturbances.
Yan Yang also sensed something strange, most likely some kind of energy within his body.
It really felt like cultivating immortality.
Yan Yang hurriedly tried to make use of that energy.
The energy within his body gradually grew stronger. Supplementing it with Inner Focus, Yan Yang began controlling the spoon in front of him.
It moved. It moved—the spoon was actually moving.
Yan Yang felt that the effort of the past two days had been worthwhile.
Next, he should strike while the iron was hot.
As long as the beginning of something went well, the rest would become much easier.
Yan Yang felt the combined effect of the energy in his body and his Inner Focus growing stronger and stronger.
Now, the spoon was not merely moving—it had begun floating directly into the air.
"Whew..." Yan Yang felt a little tired.
He apparently had not managed his energy consumption properly. He had wasted a great deal of excess strength, causing the duration of his control to be short—only a few dozen seconds or so.
Still, it was progress overall. Perhaps after resting for a while, he would be able to bend it.
Yan Yang had already stopped training. He was now wondering whether he should bend the spoon.
Would this thing still retain its original function if he damaged it?
It would not turn from one item into another, would it?
Yan Yang even suspected that the Bent Spoon Master Hu carried had been created by bending a spoon he had made.
In game terms, it would mean turning an important item into an ordinary item.
Perhaps he was overthinking it. A bent spoon should be able to be restored, right?
Unbent, it was an important item. Bent, it was an ordinary