Purple Mist Divine Skill

Inside Meinz Fitness Club, after spending two hours getting acquainted with the place, Bai Ye paid ten thousand dollars for a full-year fitness package.

It included top-tier membership benefits, a private lounge, free massages, and guidance from a personal trainer. However, Bai Ye himself would decide what that guidance entailed.

"So what you mean is, I don't need to push you to train or create training plans for each stage. I only need to stand by and check whether every one of your exercise movements is up to standard?"

Inside the club, William Smith, a muscular coach in his thirties, stared at the handsome, resolute young man before him.

In all his years as a trainer, this was the first time he had encountered such a request.

"That's right. Just correct me whenever my form isn't standard or poses a safety risk," Bai Ye said bluntly.

As for a training plan, there was no need for one. As long as he did not train himself to death, he would train like death was the goal, pushing every exercise to the absolute limit.

The description clearly stated that whether it was chronic damage or hidden injuries, as long as his Constitution reached 1.5, he could recover on his own.

So all he had to do was get his Constitution to the minimum requirement of 1.5 before he trained himself into paralysis.

If it really comes down to it, I'll have Deep Blue add some points. Bai Ye looked at the remaining 0.4 unused Attribute Points. If he really trained himself into paralysis, he could simply use the Stat Panel to add points. There would be no problem at all.

"I've already paid. If you don't agree, I'll apply for another trainer or get a refund and switch gyms," Bai Ye threatened directly. In capitalist America, as long as you had money, why would you worry about not finding a trainer?

"You..." Smith reluctantly yielded. "All right. When are you planning to start training?"

"Time waits for no one. Of course, now." Bai Ye's gaze fell upon a row of dumbbells of varying weights in the gym. "Let's start with twenty kilograms and get a feel for it."

"Then go ahead. I'll watch from the side," Smith said casually. At this point, he had already pegged Bai Ye as the sort of rich second-generation kid who got fired up for three minutes and had more money than sense.

As long as I'm watching, I'll warn him if there's any danger. Nothing can go wrong, right? Smith thought.

Yet an hour later, he said nervously from the side, "Wait, stop for a while and rest."

Thinking something had gone wrong, Bai Ye struggled to complete his final crunch, then sprawled across the floor like a sun-dried salted fish, his abdominal muscles burning hot.

Only after taking a couple of breaths did he say, "Why did you tell me to stop? I followed the form you taught me exactly. There shouldn't be any problem with my movements."

"It's not a problem with your movements. Your form is already very standard, but your training intensity is simply too high. If this continues, I'm worried you'll develop rhabdomyolysis." Smith's face was full of concern. He was genuinely frightened.

Over the past hour, Bai Ye had tried six or seven different exercises, including dumbbells, squats, push-ups, barbells, and crunches. Every single one was done as if he intended to train himself to death.

That desperate intensity was simply too insane. Especially during the last few repetitions of every exercise, Bai Ye's expression of agony as he continued to persist was terrifying.

It even gave Smith, who was watching over him from the side, the illusion that Bai Ye's soul might leave his body at any moment.

If he had been watching for amusement half an hour ago, he was now genuinely afraid that this young man would become the first client to die in his care.

Upon hearing that the coach said his movements were fine, Bai Ye frowned slightly in dissatisfaction. His training had been forcibly interrupted, and he felt that the crunches alone had lost at least forty percent of their effectiveness.

The moment Bai Ye recovered a little, he dropped back down and continued the unfinished crunches, leaving Smith no choice but to sigh helplessly from the side.

Bai Ye continued training for another two hours. Although he still gave his all in every set during that time—

His steadily dwindling stamina meant he could do fewer and fewer repetitions, while the rest intervals between exercises grew longer.

Two hours later, after Bai Ye had squeezed out the strength of practically every muscle in his body except his dick, he collapsed onto the Yoga Mat like ash left after a fire had burned out.

With how weak and near death he felt, even a thousand-year zombie king hopping past Bai Ye could have sucked a wisp of vital energy right out of him.

"Today... let's... stop here... We'll continue tomorrow!" Bai Ye said with difficulty.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll carry you over for a massage to relax your muscles." Seeing that Bai Ye had finally stopped, Smith breathed a sigh of relief. Continue tomorrow? With your condition, it'll be impressive if you can even get out of bed tomorrow. Better watch out for blood in your urine.

However, only Bai Ye could see the achievements he had painstakingly left behind appearing one after another in his description panel. The final entry was proof of his efforts.

Description:

You completed a set of bodyweight squats with a total of 54 repetitions...

Repeat 9 times to increase the Strength cap by 0.1

Repeat 7 times to increase the Constitution cap by 0.1

Repeat 2 times to increase the Spirit cap by 0.1

Looking at the single-digit repetition counts needed to raise his three attribute caps, Bai Ye, with not a drop of stamina left, could only wait until tomorrow to train again.

After struggling through a shower and massage, Bai Ye was supported by Smith all the way back to his front door. Looking at the unsteady Bai Ye, Smith ultimately asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"No need. You can get off work now. See you tomorrow." Bai Ye braced his right hand against the wall, then turned his back to Smith and slowly shuffled into the room before gently closing the door.

I may not be able to train my body, but I can train my mental willpower. I said I'd stay up for twenty-five hours straight. Tonight, if the moon doesn't sleep, neither will I!

Having made that decision, Bai Ye sat in front of his computer and pressed the power button. Once it booted up, he planned to search online for some health-preserving martial arts like Taiji, striving to squeeze out every last bit of potential from this body.

No... While searching, Bai Ye suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He immediately stopped what he was doing and opened the Multiverse Chat Group, which had been blocked before and therefore ignored by him.

At the moment, Bai Ye was still muted in the Chat Group and unable to send messages, but that was not his goal.

In the files tab, Bai Ye saw over a hundred files of various kinds stacked together.

Bai Ye casually opened one, and the next second, it showed that the download was complete and ready to view at any time.

Sure enough, being unable to send messages did not mean being unable to receive files.

After confirming his guess, Bai Ye suppressed his increasingly rapid heartbeat and began searching through the group files.

A minute later, Bai Ye's eyes lit up because he spotted a file in the Chat Group's shared files.

"Purple Mist Divine Skill"

Uploader: Gentleman Sword!