Chapter 133: A Gathering of Talents, Accumulating Thickly to Release Thinly

Tomorrow is the weekend.

Feng Mu did not return home tonight; he stayed at the martial arts hall.

Midnight.

Master Li Guishe had long since fallen asleep, and his room was quiet.

Not long after, Eldest Senior Brother Li Bashan also returned to his own room, stuffed the socks Hong Ya had carefully cleaned and disinfected into his mouth, and sank into a deep sleep accompanied by thunderous snoring.

Second Senior Sister Liu Xie sat in the courtyard holding a bottle of wine, pouring and drinking by herself.

Third Senior Brother Zhao Zhixin sat beside Second Senior Sister, drank not a drop of wine, and just munched on peanuts.

Fourth Senior Brother Yuan Xidi was still in the dojo, turning off the lights, and alone striking the Iron Man Stake with mad force, as if he had inexhaustible strength, occasionally letting out wolf-like howls from his mouth.

Fifth Senior Brother Gong Qi lay comfortably on the bed, holding a ghost-and-monster novel in his hands, reading with great relish.

Sixth Senior Brother sat before a chair, relying on his memory, to carefully paint several memorial portraits for Liu Yang. Every stroke revealed his deep affection for the deceased.

After finishing, he burned these paintings in an iron basin, letting them drift toward the horizon with the smoke, entrusting his grief for the departed; obviously, he was a person of deep emotions who valued loyalty and righteousness.

Junior Sister Hong Ya sat before the computer, watching an old-fashioned romance drama without blinking.

She was so focused that her eye rims turned red from emotional fluctuations. Whenever the plot reached its climax, she would involuntarily wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, immersed in the tragic love in the drama.

"Not only liking killing, but also having various hobbies normally; it's just that Eldest Senior Brother's hobby of sleeping with a sock in his mouth is truly quite special."

Feng Mu looked around and felt everyone's images had become a bit more vivid.

"So then, if I move in later, and am discovered liking to draw my own blood, liking to steal iron scraps to grind my teeth, that should also count as reasonable, right."

Feng Mu thought this way, and began practicing martial arts in the courtyard courtyard.

Compared to practicing in a cramped room, the spacious courtyard was obviously easier to move around in, and closer to nature, although this nature had no sun or moon.

One hour passed.

Second Senior Sister finished drinking, returned to her room and slept.

Third Senior Brother finished munching peanuts, returned to his room and slept.

Two hours passed.

Fourth Senior Brother washed off his stinking sweat, returned to his room and slept.

Fifth Senior Brother put down his book, turned off the light and slept.

Sixth Senior Brother put down his brush, put away the iron basin, returned to his room and slept.

Three hours passed.

Hong Ya punched through the computer screen; the image of the headless male lead on the screen froze and went out, and Hong Ya, with red-rimmed eyes, sobbed herself to sleep.

Four hours, five hours, six hours... the night grew deeper and deeper; besides the continuous thunderous snoring accompanying the courtyard, only a solitary figure remained.

Feng Mu continued to persist tirelessly in practicing boxing and martial arts; his consciousness seemed to have emptied, fully immersed in this single-minded cultivation, that focus almost inspiring awe.

Feng Mu was completely unaware; he was fully absorbed in the world of martial arts practice, and his figure gradually overlapped with the practice postures from the memories instilled by the system.

He seemed to have become a senseless martial arts machine; every move was precise to the extreme, almost identical, appearing both mechanical and boring, yet revealing a near-compulsive perfection.

【You underwent a long period of single-minded cultivation.】

【Seven Killing Fist · Flesh and Blood Second Layer proficiency +14】

【Soul Chasing Step · Flesh and Blood Second Layer proficiency +10】

【Forest Finger · Flesh and Blood Second Layer proficiency +22】

【Pig Iron edibility increased ↑, +3%.】

【Evil Iron edibility ↑, +0.1%】

【Today's settlement screen is as follows:

【Current Consumption Slot 1: Pig Iron (edibility 32.3/100%, reserve 1%.)

【Current Consumption Slot 2: 【Yin Evil Nine Nether Evil Calamity Resentment Iron (edibility 5.8%/100%, reserve 2.2%.)】

Four o'clock in the morning arrived unnoticed.

Feng Mu awoke from his self-forgetting cultivation, casually picked up the thermos and gulped down a mouthful; the pig iron stored in his body increased slightly.

Yes, although there was water in his thermos, what was steeped was true "iron latte," with a thick concentration.

"The edibility growth rate of pig iron is not low, but the time available each day has decreased; the edibility growth of evil iron can be left alone for now. Once Eldest Senior Brother arranges for me to enter the prison, I can still grind it up fiercely later."

Feng Mu pondered in his heart, with a clear plan for the future.

Wanting everything will inevitably slow the overall speed of climbing upward, but slightly sacrificing temporary speed in exchange for broadening the overall dimension will lay a more solid foundation for his future ascent to the peak.

Feng Mu was mentally prepared for this and considered it very worthwhile.

"One must endure loneliness; only by accumulating thickly can one release thinly." Feng Mu gulped down another mouthful of "iron latte," his gaze as firm as iron.

More importantly, Feng Mu was about to welcome a stable and safe growth period, a time his sister Feng Yuhuai and brother-in-law Zheng Hang had fought to secure for him.

How could Feng Mu lightly betray such deep affection and goodwill.

Feng Mu took another big gulp of rich iron latte, then took out several carefully sharpened chopsticks from his pocket.

The ends of these chopsticks were cleverly drilled with small holes, through which several nearly invisible transparent fishing lines were threaded.

These were made for Feng Mu by Hong Ya this afternoon; Hong Ya had a workshop of her own within the martial arts hall, filled with all sorts of strange inventions and creative products, let's call it Hong Ya's Workshop.

Hong Ya had pulled Feng Mu to visit once; the room was not large, but crammed with all sorts of items.

Axes, saws, electric drills and other metal tools were neatly arranged; paint, sandpaper and other materials were piled casually; beakers, alcohol lamps and other chemical experiment supplies were arranged in an orderly fashion; there were even microscopes and an expensive centrifuge.

In short, it was a motley collection, looking rather mismatched; obviously, the various weird yet useful three-no products in Hong Ya's bag of tricks were manufactured here.

"Those who plan strategies, those who gather intelligence, those who carry out killings, those who provide support, those who handle aftermath, and even those skilled in invention and creation—the Gui Po Sect truly has outstanding talents everywhere; Master Li Guishe is indeed an educator."

The more Feng Mu understood Douqiong Martial Hall, the more he marveled.

Senior brothers and sisters trapped in a small martial arts hall were truly wasting their talents; they deserved a broader stage. Fortunately, this junior brother I has arrived.

Feng Mu smiled, wrapping silk thread around his ten fingers; his arms waved like waves, his ten fingers manipulating "flying swords," dancing wildly all over the courtyard in disorder.

However, after just a moment, those threads tangled together, and those "Flying Swords" collided with one another, finally falling together.

Feng Mu was not frustrated by this; instead, he calmly took out a bottle of lubricant specially made by Hong Ya from his bosom.

He lightly applied the lubricant to the tangled fishing line, then gave it a gentle tug, and those fishing lines, as if given new life, smoothly untangled.

Again!

Again and again!

One and a half hours passed….

At half past five in the morning, Feng Mu stopped Cultivation, calmly put everything away, glanced at the Attribute Panel, and saw that no brand-new icon had Condensed on the Skill Column.

Today's Gacha yielded nothing!

"Perhaps my Imagination is not Accurate enough, or perhaps the accumulation of time is still insufficient; either way, I will continue to work hard tomorrow."

Feng Mu muttered to himself, his Determination firm as a rock, unmoved by temporary failure.

His mindset, tempered over this period, had become as tough as iron and stone, not easily shaken.

Half past five in the morning.

Li Guishe woke from his sleep, heard faint movements in the courtyard, and pushed the door open with a hint of doubt.

He looked suspiciously at Feng Mu tidying up in the courtyard and asked in confusion, "Feng Mu, why are you up so early? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Feng Mu shook his head slightly and answered with a calm smile, "Master, you misunderstand. I am not getting up early; I am now preparing to go to sleep."

Li Guishe was momentarily speechless, his face full of question marks: "???"

End of Chapter