Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the dim room, Han Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, his entire body shrouded in tranquility.
The Internal Force within him had already transformed from that initial wisp of fine airflow into a surging stream that never ceased.
It circulated over and over according to the route of the Positive Yang Force, each cycle bringing a tiny, imperceptible increase.
After a while.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.
A sharp glint flashed across his eyes and vanished.
Without the slightest pause, he immediately summoned the Attribute Panel in his mind.
[Host: Han Feng] [Level: Third-rate Realm] [Age: 10] [Spiritual Root: None] [Technique: Positive Yang Force (Fourth Layer)] [Attribute Points: 0.5]
Looking at the three conspicuous words "Fourth Layer" in the technique column, Han Feng's heart began pounding uncontrollably.
Seven days!
Only seven days!
He had consumed all two bottles of Qi Solidifying Pills that his older cousin Han Li had given him—a total of twenty pills.
The pills' immense energy had been continuously converted into Attribute Points by him.
Then, without hesitation, he had poured all of them into the Positive Yang Force.
Every Attribute Addition was a complete transformation.
From the first layer to the second, then to the third, and finally, last night, he had exhausted his final five points and successfully broken through to the fourth layer!
His Internal Force cultivation had risen with the tide, allowing him to enter the "Third-rate Realm" spoken of by martial artists throughout the martial world in one fell swoop.
Although it was only the Third-rate Realm, it was an achievement that countless martial artists needed years, or even more than a decade, of painstaking effort to reach.
And he had done it in only seven days.
Looking across the entire martial world, his speed was absolutely unprecedented—and perhaps would never be surpassed—a peerless genius throughout history!
This rocket-like rate of advancement left him completely intoxicated.
"Too bad I'm out of Qi Solidifying Pills."
Han Feng looked at the lonely "0.5" in the Attribute Points column. The exhilaration he had felt moments ago was instantly replaced by anxiety known as "poverty."
Twenty Qi Solidifying Pills had disappeared just like that.
Without pills, it was equivalent to having no Attribute Points.
Without Attribute Points, this so-called "cultivation genius" of his would immediately be exposed as a fraud.
Where should he get Attribute Points next?
Should he go find his older cousin Han Li?
The thought had barely arisen when he immediately snuffed it out.
No. Only seven days had passed. If he ran over to ask for pills now, wouldn't that arouse too much suspicion?
Besides, Han Li had plenty of trouble on his own side. He had yet to get past Doctor Mo, and the pills in his possession certainly weren't limitless.
Although this backer was powerful, he couldn't keep squeezing the same sheep dry.
He had to think of another way.
Just as Han Feng was racking his brains, pondering where his next "cash machine" might be, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking sounded, followed by a familiar voice.
"Xiao Feng, are you in there?"
It was Li Feiyu!
Han Feng's body instantly stiffened, and then unprecedented radiance erupted in his eyes.
When one was sleepy, someone had just delivered a pillow!
Wasn't this a mobile source of Attribute Points?
He practically rolled and crawled off the bed, rushing to the door in three strides. In the instant before opening it, the expression on his face had already shifted from that of a transmigrator calculating gains and losses into that of an innocent ten-year-old child.
His eager appearance was practically identical to that of a salesperson at the bottom of the performance rankings who had finally met the legendary billionaire patron.
"Creak."
The door was pulled open.
"Brother Li!"
Han Feng raised his little face, his smile radiant and his voice filled with childish admiration.
"Haha, it's only been a few days, but you seem to have grown a little taller."
Li Feiyu's tall figure appeared at the doorway. He had been carrying out missions for the Hall these past few days and was travel-worn. After returning today and dealing with the matters at hand, he had thought of this Junior Brother he had brought into the sect, so he had come by to check on him.
He reached out and patted Han Feng on the shoulder. The feel of it surprised him slightly.
"Not bad. You've become quite a bit sturdier. Looks like you haven't been slacking off."
Seven days ago, he had still been a skinny little runt. Now, there was actually some flesh on his shoulders; they were no longer just bony and hard beneath the hand.
"It's all thanks to Brother Li's teaching!" Han Feng immediately delivered a perfectly timed flattery.
Li Feiyu found it very pleasing. He laughed loudly as he walked into the room and looked around. Seeing that everything had been arranged neatly, he nodded with even greater satisfaction.
This kid was not only clever but diligent as well.
He casually pulled over a stool and sat down, then asked, "By the way, how is your cultivation of the Positive Yang Force going? Have you sensed any Qi Sensation?"
Based on his experience, even if a ten-year-old child had excellent physical foundations, being able to memorize the formula without mistakes in seven days would already be impressive.
Wanting to develop Qi Sensation was absolutely a pipe dream.
He had asked merely as a matter of routine. After Han Feng said "no," he planned to comfort and encourage him properly, telling him that all things were difficult at the beginning and that he shouldn't lose heart.
That was precisely the question Han Feng had been waiting for.
He blinked and answered honestly, his tone both sincere and slightly uncertain:
"It's already at the fourth layer."
"Mm, it's fine. Cultivating Internal Force can't be rushed... Hm?"
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