Rapid Improvement

Under the influence of this energy, the genetic material within his cells underwent a rapid metamorphosis, shedding useless genes and allowing for a more perfect genetic recombination.

Some discarded cells and impurities were expelled directly through his pores, causing the surface of his skin to turn pitch black.

Under this transformation that reached deep into the cellular level, Feng Qingmo's muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs were undergoing astonishing changes; the hardness of his bones was constantly increasing, and his fascia became even tougher...

While his body was continuously strengthening, in the center of Feng Qingmo's sea of consciousness, which was shrouded in endless mist, that deep cyan droplet no longer rotated slowly as it had in the past.

At this moment, the color at the very edge of this deep cyan droplet began to fade, simultaneously emitting a large amount of mist. Those emitted vapors merged into the existing mist, permeating the entire sea of consciousness.

The concentration of mist in his sea of consciousness rose continuously, causing the strength of his spiritual force to grow ever more powerful.

After the entire deep cyan droplet in his sea of consciousness had visibly shrunk by a layer, a mysterious rhythm seemed to be surging at the very center of the droplet. However, because the droplet had not completely dissipated, this mysterious rhythm only rippled outward briefly before falling silent once more.

Feng Qingmo, who was fully occupied with resisting the endless sensation of cold within his body, did not notice this.

It is unknown how much time passed before Feng Qingmo finally felt that icy chill begin to recede. The speed of its retreat was extremely rapid, and soon his entire body regained a sense of warmth. The droplet in his sea of consciousness also returned to its previous state of slow rotation, though it was a size smaller than before.

His tightly clenched teeth finally relaxed. Feng Qingmo stood up slowly and clenched his fist to feel the surging power within his body. A smile involuntarily appeared on his face, only to be immediately interrupted by the foul odor wafting from his nose. Only then did he realize his body was covered in a layer of grime, even on his face. He hurriedly opened the basement door and rushed to the second-floor bathroom to wash up, finally feeling refreshed.

Returning to the underground training room, he changed into his S-Grade combat suit and inserted his S-Grade Slender Willow Sword into the slot on the back of the suit.

"My spiritual force is much stronger than before..." He sensed his own spiritual force. "Let's test it!"

With a thought, the original ten flying daggers, along with the two newly acquired SS-Grade Flying Daggers—twelve in total—shot into the air, beginning to move in irregular patterns around Feng Qingmo.

"No, twelve is too many..." He frowned slightly, abandoning control of two ordinary daggers, then two more, then another two, and finally one more. The speed of the remaining five flying daggers immediately surpassed what it had been before, reaching at least ten times the speed of sound, causing sharp, piercing whistles to echo throughout the entire training room.

This was the result of his diligent practice. In the original story, when Luo Feng first joined the War God Palace, he was already at the peak of a high-level Warlord-rank spiritual master, yet he could only fully control six flying daggers.

Furthermore, Feng Qingmo knew that spiritual force could also be condensed into one. If the force used to control the five daggers were merged into a single point, the effect would be like a physical force-exertion technique, capable of erupting with many times more power, though without a manual for guidance, he had yet to make any progress.

After a long while, he stopped controlling the daggers and sheathed them back into the pockets at the sides of his combat suit thighs.

"I'll go test my current strength to see exactly how much I've improved..." He turned and left the underground training room, heading toward the Central Building.

The silver moon on the horizon was still casting its clear glow upon the earth. Walking along the quiet path, Feng Qingmo's mood gradually calmed down.

"It's past three in the morning now. I received the Purple Crystal Ganoderma around eleven, so it seems it took over two hours to absorb its energy..." Walking through the Central Building, he finally noticed the time.

The 301 Martial Arts Hall was empty at this hour. Feng Qingmo pushed the door open, closed it behind him, and walked over to the large punch-force testing machine in the corner of the hall. With a flick of his spiritual force, he turned on the switch, and the screen lit up.

This was standard equipment in all the martial arts halls of the Central Building, a large-scale machine capable of testing the strength of a War God.

Taking a light breath, Feng Qingmo stood still for a moment.

He had just realized that after absorbing the Purple Crystal Ganoderma, his strength had surged, causing his control over his body's power to drop significantly. On the walk from his residence to the Central Building, he had already been gradually regaining control over his own strength.

After standing still for a moment, he exhaled the stale air from his chest and threw a punch. His right fist struck the target with a sonic boom; this was purely physical strength, without the addition of any force-exertion techniques.

The display immediately showed a set of numbers: "29510KG".

"Ha, not bad. From just entering the low-level Warlord rank to mid-level Warlord, approaching high-level Warlord... If I count the 2.7 times force-exertion amplitude, that's nearly 80,000 kilograms of force, exceeding the threshold of a low-level War God..."

The peak of a mid-level Warlord is nearly 32,000KG, while a high-level Warlord ranges from 32,000 to 64,000KG. A punch force exceeding 64,000KG reaches the minimum standard for a low-level War God.

"From eleven thousand to twenty-nine thousand, the Purple Crystal Ganoderma definitely doesn't have such a powerful effect. It must be that after my spiritual force improved, the feedback to my body allowed my physical fitness to increase even more..."

"Let's check the power of the flying daggers..." He stepped back about 30 meters. With a thought, a flying dagger flew out from the leg pocket of his combat suit and hovered in front of him. Under the control of his spiritual force, the hilt of the dagger turned into a streak of black light, slamming into the target.

A dull, heavy sound rang out, and the display screen showed a new set of numbers: 101238KG!

"Not bad!" Feng Qingmo nodded with satisfaction. "The power of my spiritual force is approaching the peak of a low-level War God, and I can currently control nine flying daggers at full power... With two SS-Grade Flying Daggers, even if I run into a mid-level Lord-rank monster, I'll have the strength to put up a fight..."

Thinking about buying a few more SS-Grade Flying Daggers later, he turned and left, returning to his residence.

The next day, all the students gathered together, chattering away as usual about their heroic deeds hunting monsters in the Wilderness Zone. Feng Qingmo listened with a smile on his face.

When Guan Chenglong arrived, the group followed their routine of writing down their experiences, gains, and insights from the previous seven days. But during the afternoon sparring session, Feng Qingmo gave him a huge shock.

Guan Chenglong had used the same level of strength as in their previous sparring sessions, but he hadn't expected Feng Qingmo's power to have increased so rapidly, and that his sword techniques and footwork were also a step further than seven days ago. As a result, he was suppressed by Feng Qingmo in the very first move and nearly made a fool of himself.

"That's not right. Did you have some kind of fortuitous encounter in the Wilderness Zone these past few days?" Guan Chenglong stared at him. "Your strength is improving too fast; it defies logic..."

"Teacher Guan," Feng Qingmo said with a light smile, "I received a reward yesterday, and one of the items was a 'Purple Crystal Ganoderma'!"

"Purple Crystal Ganoderma?" Guan Chenglong realized. "That explains it... I remember when you last tested, your punch force was only a little over 10,000 kilograms. What is it now?"

"Twenty-nine thousand," Feng Qingmo said calmly.

"How can you say such maddening things so calmly?" Guan Chenglong couldn't help but widen his eyes again. "An increase of nearly two times—the Purple Crystal Ganoderma definitely doesn't have such a strong effect..."

"Teacher Guan, you forgot that I am also a spiritual master..."

Guan Chenglong immediately slapped his own forehead with a "smack" and turned to leave.

"Teacher Guan, where are you going?" Feng Qingmo asked, puzzled.

"You practice on your own; I'm going to find Li Ping!"

Leaving those words behind, Guan Chenglong slammed the door and left.