People Have Different Constitutions

Late at night, in Manhattan, an ancient building constructed entirely of stone stood here.

Inside the building, a powerfully built man with gleaming dark skin, dressed in a black trench coat, was tightly bound by steel. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared at the pale-faced man before him.

"Are you well, Blade?" The man, deathly pale and utterly bloodless, stood before Blade amid the crowd surrounding him.

"I invited you before. As long as you joined us and contributed two liters of blood from your body, the entire vampire race would become great once more with the descent of the Blood God."

"Unfortunately, you refused. So now, you can only crawl before me like a dog."

The man bent down, looking at Blade kneeling on both knees, a smile appearing on his face.

"Deacon, do you think mere vampires can rule this world?"

Blade revealed a disdainful smile. "That Blood God you keep talking about should first settle things with those mutants oppressed by humans."

"Mutants? Hahahaha!" Deacon laughed. "Do you think I'm like those pureblood old fossils?"

"Humans can be turned into vampires, so mutants naturally can as well. There's just a high risk of death from genetic conflict. I conducted experiments long ago and personally transformed a mutant vampire."

Seeing Blade's expression change, Deacon grew even smugger. "Once I transform into the Blood God, mutants will be no more than members of the vampire army under the supreme bloodline, while humans will be nothing but my food."

"Enjoy your final days. When the night of the full moon arrives, we will use the Daywalker's blood as a sacrifice and formally welcome the descent of the Blood God."

With a light wave of Deacon's hand, his subordinates stepped forward and dragged Blade into the dungeon.

Strength: 1.7+0.2

Constitution: 1.8+0.2

Spirit: 1.7

At dawn, the Purple Qi on Bai Ye's face slowly withdrew as he finished his practice and rose to his feet.

He stretched out both hands and gave himself a light stretch, feeling the immense vitality bursting from his muscles, tendons, and bones.

My constitution has improved too quickly, so my healing speed has increased with it. Corroding my skin now takes more time, and it only takes two hours for it to fully recover.

Bai Ye turned his gaze toward the door. He had already heard footsteps outside.

With a creak, Smith pushed open the door and entered with an excited expression.

After realizing last night that he could begin practicing martial arts today, he had been so excited that he barely slept all night.

"You're here. That book in the corner is the Purple Mist Divine Skill. Once you've learned it, we can discuss the next steps." Bai Ye pointed at the manual in the corner.

"Is this the martial art you practice, Bai Ye?" Smith walked eagerly to the corner and picked up the book before him with both hands. Yet he discovered that what he had assumed would be an antique book had the logo of a ** brand notebook on its cover.

Feeling strange, Smith flipped through its contents.

The entire book resembled a top student's notes. Not only was every key point densely recorded in English, there were also hand-drawn illustrations. Any human with normal intelligence should have been able to understand it.

"Don't just stand there. Hurry up and practice. If there's anything you don't understand, ask me directly. Once you cultivate internal energy, I'll transfer my power to you directly," Bai Ye urged.

Smith went to the side and began reading the manual Bai Ye had given him, trying to understand the concepts of internal energy, the Dantian, and the Meridians. He kept marveling at how unscientific it all was.

Bai Ye, meanwhile, continued exercising and answered some of Smith's questions from time to time.

Before long, with one teaching seriously and the other learning seriously, it was already one in the afternoon by the time Smith had fully grasped the basics and officially began cultivating internal energy.

Then ten minutes... twenty minutes... one hour... two hours...

Just as Smith began to doubt whether internal energy even existed and wondered if Bai Ye had been deceiving him, a thread of internal energy finally began flowing through his body.

"It appeared, Bai! I felt the internal energy the book described!" Smith shouted excitedly. Then, as his body moved, that faint inner energy immediately vanished.

But Smith was not discouraged. After all, this proved that internal energy truly existed. As long as he meditated for another two hours or so, wouldn't it appear again?

Watching Smith's excited expression, Bai Ye's face grew somewhat strange as he muttered, "He really can cultivate it."

Smith looked at him in confusion. "Bai, what did you say?"

"Nothing. Your movements just now interrupted the internal energy. Practice diligently for another two hours," Bai Ye said.

"No problem." Smith was full of enthusiasm. The most important part was going from zero to one.

After Smith sat cross-legged again, Bai Ye lightly shook his head in confusion.

In truth, he had held some doubts about whether Smith could cultivate internal energy.

After all, they were from different worlds, so their constitutions naturally differed. People in Jin Yong's Wuxia world definitely did not have mutant genes, while people in Marvel should not normally possess things like internal energy and Meridians.

The differences between human bodies in different worlds had produced countless cultivation systems: mutant genes, Chakra, internal energy, Acupoints, Haki, Cosmo, limiters, Gene Lock, God's Forbidden Zone, Magnetic Field Rotation, Spirit Controllers...

If every system could interoperate, wouldn't stuffing all of them into one human body make it explode?

Each world's cultivation methods were different, even completely contradictory. How could they all possibly be compatible?

If Meridians truly existed in the real world, they should have been discovered through dissection long ago. Why would Bai Ye have had to wait until now to show off the Purple Mist Divine Skill?

Perhaps Bai Ye could cultivate because he was a Chat Group member and possessed a constitution that could grow infinitely stronger. But why could Smith cultivate too? He could not understand it...

With that confusion in mind, Bai Ye looked back at Smith, who was still grinning foolishly behind him, silently tucked the matter away, and stopped dwelling on it.

This was not something his current strength of 1.9 should be considering.

Since thinking about it was destined to yield no answer, Bai Ye stopped agonizing over the matter and quietly focused on training.

Not long afterward, Peter came to the gym after school in the afternoon. Seeing Smith sitting cross-legged in the corner and practicing seriously, he asked in confusion, "Bai, who is this?"

"Him? He's my fitness coach. He's practicing martial arts now. Want to learn?" Bai Ye asked.

He was planning to sell it eventually anyway. The Purple Mist Divine Skill had a low ceiling and slow results, so it posed no threat to him. As long as it was not spread on a large scale, there was no need to keep it secret.

"Uh... martial arts? Like in the movies?"

"You can think of it that way. You can try learning it when you have time to rest. It won't harm your body." As Bai Ye spoke, he gently set down the iron weight in his hand and looked toward the doorway.

Behind the door, someone was secretly lying in wait. They had been hiding there for a minute already, acting suspiciously.