"Hmm? What is this?"
Ling Yi took a sip of mineral water.
Then he froze.
Looking at the label on the bottled water, it's actually kind of sweet!
But everyone knows that "a little sweet" isn't actually sweet; it's just an advertising slogan.
Water is just water, plain water. It doesn't have any sweet or salty taste.
But this one is genuinely a little sweet.
It's not only a little sweet, but it also melts in your mouth.
How can water be dissolved?
This "transformation" doesn't mean the water actually dissolved, but rather a feeling.
Ling Yi smacked his lips.
I took another sip.
"It's not my imagination, it's still the same feeling I had just experienced."
The saliva, once in the mouth, transformed into a warm, moist current that flowed down the throat and into the stomach.
Then it flowed down the stomach and into the limbs and bones.
It eventually gathers at a point two or three centimeters below the navel, remains there for a moment, and then slowly disappears.
Ling Yi touched the spot with his hand.
"I remember, this location is what's Legend as the Dantian!"
"I feel like my strength has increased. Is it just my imagination?"
"The fatigue was completely gone."
Ling Yi simply drank the entire bottle of mineral water.
He casually put the mineral water bottle into his spatial storage.
He punched the air several times forcefully.
The punch hit the air and surprisingly made a whooshing sound.
Ling Yi could clearly feel the air resistance after he threw the punch.
Being able to feel air resistance means that the speed of this punch has exceeded thirty yards.
Don't underestimate those 30 yards; most people don't feel any air resistance when they throw a punch.
If you can feel the air resistance, it means that this punch could kill someone.
"It's not an illusion, I've definitely become stronger."
Ling Yi pinched his arm.
The muscles are noticeably firmer.
But it's not rigid or inflexible.
Ling Yi found it difficult to describe this state.
Two words flashed through my mind: perfect.
"Has the mineral water mutated? Or is there something different about this world?"
"However, it seems there's a limit to the amount of this mineral water."
"After drinking half of it, the body-strengthening effect noticeably weakened."
"After finishing the last sip, the enhancement effect became negligible, so weak that it was almost imperceptible."
Ling Yi flipped his hand and took out a Computer.
I pressed the power button and sat down on a Shitou under the tree.
Open the Notepad editor.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Yi calmed himself down.
Then, his fingers flew across the keyboard as he began typing.
"Whether the effects of the mineral water are temporary or permanent needs to be determined."
"Whether the diminishing effect of mineral water is due to the body's physical limits or the limits of the mineral water itself needs to be determined."
"Have the other supplies in this space also Changes? We need to test them one by one."
Ling Yi stopped writing at this point.
I looked at my hands.
"It seems he can perfectly control his power."
"Now, the most important thing is to determine where we are."
"And then survive."
When faced with a situation, don't rush; think it through first. This is a habit Ling Yi has cultivated for over thirty years.
Ling Yi was originally a very impulsive and easily angered person with a very volatile personality.
When I was a child, I was herding cattle. The cattle ate some of the neighbor's crops.
He could use an iron rod to nearly beat a cow to death.
From then on, all the livestock in the house were afraid of him.
When I was in elementary school, there were a few school bullies who often harassed others.
But they dared not bully Ling Yi.
That's because Ling Yi really goes all out in fights.
If they can't out-strength someone, they'll gouge out their eyes with their hands, bite their ears, or bite their necks.
Every time I get into a fight, I get carried away and lose control.
After several such incidents, the students became afraid.
Until one day, Ling Yi almost bit a local thug who was bullying a female classmate to death.
Ling Yi's parents then realized the seriousness of the situation.
At that time, Ling Yi was only twelve years old.
That troublemaker from outside the school was already nineteen.
Ling Yi bit his throat, and blood gushed out.
The scene was terrifying; it's said that the female classmate he rescued fainted from fright.
Fortunately, this thug survived.
In addition, they were at fault to begin with.
The family had to pay a sum of money to settle the matter.
From then on, the father began to give Ling Yi special training.
The training content was very simple.
It's hunting.
The father told Ling Yi that no matter what happens...
Even if the sky is about to fall, take a deep breath first and calm yourself down.
The more urgent the situation, the more you need to remain calm.
But stability is not about retreating; it's about handling things better.
If you rush, you'll easily lose your composure, and if you lose your composure, you'll lose your accuracy.
Loss of the most basic ability to judge.
Ling Yi's father taught him for a year, until Ling Yi was able to hunt a wild boar independently.
I won't teach anymore.
That year, Ling Yi was only thirteen years old.
The animal hunted was an adult wild boar weighing over 400 pounds.
The only weapon was a Slingshot.
Slingshot can't kill a wild boar, so Ling Yi observed the wild boar for two days.
Three interconnected traps were set.
The Slingshot blinds, the first trap breaks legs, the second trap breaks defense and causes bleeding, and the third trap traps a beast in the mud.
They spent most of the day dealing with the wild boar, eventually causing it to Bleeding to death.
From then on, remaining calm at all times became Ling Yi's habit.
Although his father never taught Ling Yi again.
But Ling Yi maintained this habit for over thirty years.
Calmness is ingrained in my bones.
It was this composure that allowed Ling Yi to see through someone's Qingshu prank back in high school.
During my university years, I saw through a contractual trap set by my professor who wanted to take over my authorship of his thesis.
Because of his composure, Ling Yi steadily built his business empire, accumulating a vast fortune before the age of forty.
But because of his calm demeanor, he remains single to this day.
Calmness means clarity, and clarity means strategic thinking.
Ling Yi's habits allow him to maintain an absolutely calm mind at all times.
But at the same time, it also erected a cold wall around him.
Some things don't require conscious awareness.
Put away the Computer.
Ling Yi looked up at the sky.
There is a sun in the sky, which seems similar to the Blue Star.
But it seems farther away, smaller, and gentler.
There were few weeds or withered leaves on the ground.
It's understandable that there are few wild grasses; these trees block most of the sunlight.
It absorbed more water and nutrients.
This makes it difficult for hybrid grasses to grow in large areas.
But the absence of withered leaves is somewhat illogical.
Either someone cleans this place regularly.
Or perhaps it's a tree whose leaves don't fall off easily.
It's obviously impossible for someone to clean it.
There wasn't a single trace of human presence here.
That can only be the latter; leaves don't fall off easily.
Only evergreen trees don't easily shed their leaves.
Ling Yi slapped a tree hard with his hand.
It produced a dull, thudding sound.
These are definitely not ordinary trees.
Very sturdy.
It is not only very sturdy, but also has a very high hardness.
Ling Yi's strength is not low now. With this slap, the tree, which is less than the thickness of an arm, did not budge an inch.
He looked around.
Ling Yi did not choose to leave immediately.
Instead, they planned to set up camp on the spot.
Probe without knowing what dangers lie ahead will only lead to more trouble and problems.
Ling Yi's biggest worry right now isn't survival.
The supplies in the first level of his space were enough for him to live alone for hundreds of years.
What I'm most worried about are the creatures of this world.
If the trees here are so extraordinary, the creatures in the Lin Zhong must be even more terrifying.