Genius Chu Feng, Wayfinder!

The Imperial Capital, headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.

The Martial Arts R&D Center, a place shrouded in mystery.

In the urban legends of the Imperial Capital, everyone who can freely enter and exit that silver skyscraper is a one-in-a-ten-thousand martial arts genius.

If someone were to ask a long-time resident of the Imperial Capital why this is said, they would likely reply, "Only Chu Feng can come and go from that building as he pleases. Surely, Chu Feng counts as a one-in-a-ten-thousand genius, doesn't he?"

If asked who Chu Feng is, the speaker would surely wear an expression of "You don't even know that?"

"You don't know Chu Feng? You must be from out of town! That kid awakened a special constitution at three, his blood-energy soaring! At four, he was admitted to the affiliated primary school of the Imperial Capital Martial Arts University as a special case. Now, he's just turned eight, and hey! Guess what? He just broke through to Amateur Level 8! Have you ever seen an eight-year-old Amateur Level 8? That is the pride of our Imperial Capital!"

If one were to press the issue and ask, "Is Chu Feng really a local of the Imperial Capital?", the other person would likely hem and haw, being deliberately vague:

"Hey, you outsider, why are you being so pedantic? Just because he isn't from the Imperial Capital doesn't mean he can't be our pride, right?"

At this moment, inside the isolation laboratory, the scene was sparse and cold.

Apart from the white-haired boy Chu Feng, who sat cross-legged, the room was empty.

In the observation room, the atmosphere was heavy; every researcher's gaze was locked onto the data streams on the screens and the real-time footage of the room.

Grandmaster Wang Anguo stood quietly among them, his expression calm, though his eyes were as deep as the sea.

The lead researcher in charge did not speak; he merely gestured to the researcher at the console.

The researcher nodded and operated the controls swiftly.

The floor on one side of the laboratory slid open silently, and a platform slowly rose, carrying a jagged, heavy-looking gray boulder that weighed at least five hundred pounds.

The lead researcher's voice was calm and steady over the intercom:

"Chu Feng, Phase One test. Target: the boulder. Requirement: do not approach it; use only your mental power to lift it off the platform and keep it suspended for three seconds."

Chu Feng's chubby face was full of seriousness; he nodded slowly and closed his eyes again.

In the observation room, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the boulder and the screen monitoring the fluctuations of his mental power.

A few seconds later, the surface of the heavy boulder seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and it began to tremble slightly.

Then, amidst a low, humming sound, it actually wobbled and lifted off the platform, hovering steadily half a meter in the air!

Even more surprisingly, Chu Feng's breathing remained steady, and there was not much sign of strain on his chubby face; clearly, he still had energy to spare.

The researchers exchanged glances, a flicker of astonishment crossing their eyes.

The lead researcher did not hesitate and immediately pressed another button.

On the other side of the laboratory, a nimble, agile humanoid moving target suddenly popped up, darting across the room in an irregular trajectory.

"Phase Two, dynamic target strike. Use the boulder you are controlling to intercept it."

The lead researcher's instructions were concise and clear.

Chu Feng's brows furrowed slightly, as if he were concentrating with all his might.

The hovering boulder paused for a fraction of a second, then, as if thrown by an invisible giant hand, it whistled through the air, precisely predicting the humanoid target's path of movement!

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the boulder slammed into the humanoid target, instantly crushing it into a twisted, deformed mess and stopping it in its tracks.

Inside and outside the laboratory, there was silence.

A moment later, the lead researcher looked at the final data analyzed on the screen and took a deep breath.

He then turned to Wang Anguo and the others, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement as he announced:

"Based on the comprehensive assessment of mental power intensity, precision, and sustained output..."

"Chu Feng's current mental power intensity has steadily surpassed the combat power of an Amateur Level 1 martial artist! And his control precision is extremely high!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a collective gasp echoed through the observation room; even the veteran researchers, who had seen it all, wore expressions of shock.

Not even half a day!

From the moment he began practicing this Mystic Meditation Method until now, less than half a day had passed!

To think it could allow an eight-year-old child to achieve such a terrifying leap in terms of mental power?

Even with Chu Feng's astonishing talent, this rate of improvement was simply too shocking!

It clearly proved at least one thing: the path for the human race to become stronger is not limited to the well-trodden martial arts road of tempering blood-energy and opening meridians!

Mental power is also a viable, broad road with infinite potential!

"It's a success! The Mystic Meditation Method, human experimentation... is a complete success!"

The observation room instantly erupted into suppressed cheers and enthusiastic applause.

The veteran researcher took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and spoke gently into the microphone:

"Student Chu Feng, the experiment is over. You may come out."

The white-haired boy in the isolation room slowly opened his eyes. He rose with fluid movements, pushed open the airtight door, and walked into the observation room.

All eyes were focused on him.

Wang Anguo stepped forward and asked in a gentle tone, "Chu Feng, how do you feel?"

Chu Feng first bowed slightly to Grandmaster Wang and the researchers present, his posture composed, before reporting in a voice that was still youthful yet clear and logical:

"Reporting to Grandmaster Wang and all the teachers. This Mystic Meditation Method is indeed feasible, and its efficiency is extremely high."

"The visualization process was smooth, and the speed of mental energy condensation far exceeds any experimental-stage mental martial art I have ever encountered!"

"By preliminary estimates, the efficiency has increased at least tenfold."

"The refinement of mental energy has also been significantly enhanced."

He paused slightly, as if savoring a memory.

He then added:

"The special point lies in the object of visualization... that blurred figure of a giant. Although its true face cannot be seen, it possesses an indescribable artistic conception of its own!"

"It seems to have additional benefits for stabilizing the mind and purifying thoughts."

"If this method is promoted, it will have miraculous effects on laying the foundation for the mental energy of low-level human martial artists."

His report was concise and comprehensive, yet every word was critical, causing the surrounding researchers to nod and take notes.

A flash of gratification and understanding crossed Grandmaster Wang's eyes.

"Very good, you've worked hard." Grandmaster Wang nodded approvingly. "Go and get some rest. For resources, go find Uncle Zou as usual."

Chu Feng nodded, his eyes gleaming at the mention of resources.

He bowed once more, then left the observation room quietly amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd.

Inside the observation room, the joy of success transformed into an even more heated discussion.

The researchers' faces were flushed with excitement as they argued fiercely over the next research direction.

"The data is astonishing! This proves that the Mystic Meditation Method has remarkable effects on those with innate mental strength!"

"For the next step, I believe we should immediately select a group of young members within The Association who have mental talent but average martial arts aptitude for promotion and testing!"

"No, Engineer Li, your thinking is still too conservative!"

"Chu Feng is a special case; his talent is too good! What we need to verify now is whether this meditation method can open a new door for those ordinary people who have absolutely no martial arts aptitude!"

"If even ordinary people can use this to cultivate considerable mental energy, even if it only reaches the level of strengthening the body and sharpening the senses, the significance will be epoch-making!"

"That's right! This means we might fundamentally change the trajectory of 'mortal' fate! If it can be popularized on a large scale, the overall potential of the human race will be improved beyond imagination!"

"Exactly, that is where its greatest value lies!"

Just as the researchers in the Imperial Capital were excited about the bright future of the meditation method...

Thousands of kilometers away in Jiang City, Chen Yan, inside the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, suddenly let out a crisp sneeze for no reason.

"Achoo--!"

He rubbed his small nose, a trace of confusion flashing in his dark, round eyes.

"Strange, who is thinking of me?"

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the system's notification sound rang clearly in his head:

[Ding! Detected deep visualization behavior meeting the 'Dao Mark' standard. Host has been visualized, mental energy +1.]