The influence of mental power on reality, the materialization of mental power...
Telekinesis, remote object manipulation...
As the food box floated into the air, a flurry of terms flashed through Tang Wen's mind.
Distracted, his mental power faltered.
With a clatter, the food box fell back to the ground.
He was ravenous, his stomach and every organ in his body in revolt.
If a pig had appeared before him at that moment, he might have devoured it raw.
Driven by instinct, Tang Wen threw caution to the wind, dropped to all fours, and lunged forward, flipping open the food box.
A few thin slices of meat entered his mouth.
Soft yet chewy, with a hint of spiciness.
One bite was enough to satisfy.
His strength began to recover slightly.
He was no longer in a state of extreme hunger.
After all, this was the meat of an Extraordinary Beast.
Ten minutes passed, and twenty pounds of Transcendent Beast meat had been consumed.
Tang Wen sprawled out on the ground in a starfish position, letting out a satisfied burp.
Fatigue and a sense of power washed over him simultaneously.
Mentally, he felt both exhilarated and alert, yet also exhausted.
It was akin to the reflective state after a night of intense battle.
He didn't rush to explore the enhancements to his physical and mental strength.
Instead, he walked straight back to his bedroom, mustered his strength, stripped off his clothes, and collapsed onto the bed, immediately falling into a deep sleep.
"What time is it?"
Upon waking, Tang Wen noticed it was still night outside and casually asked.
In the room, the charming widow A Shui hurriedly brought him a cup of hot tea:
"Master! You've been asleep for an entire day. It's now the usual time for a midnight snack."
Her voice was laced with deep concern.
Tang Wen had slept for an unusually long time.
No matter how they tried, they couldn't wake him.
After a moment of thought, she added, "Master, your sleep was terrifying. If it weren't for your steady breathing and strong pulse, we would have already gone to the gang for help."
Tang Wen caressed her delicate cheek and smirked, "Don't you know how strong my body is?"
He wrapped his arms around her voluptuous waist.
"Ah! Master, perhaps not now. You slept so long, could it be because you've been overdoing it lately... Oh!"
Her words were cut short by his actions.
An hour later.
The woman lay on the bed as if her bones had been removed.
Tang Wen frowned.
There was no sense of refreshment; instead, he felt even more restless.
Damn it!
After enhancing his physique.
Achieving satisfaction had become even harder.
After consuming some more Transcendent Beast meat, Tang Wen headed to the cultivation room in the backyard.
Both his physical and mental strength had surpassed the threshold of ten.
The accumulation of quantitative changes had led to a qualitative leap.
Ssshh!
Tang Wen used fifty percent of his strength to drive the sharp triangular blade deep into his forearm.
"Indeed, the triangular blade is sturdy."
Looking at the shattered daggers on the floor, Tang Wen paused, realizing a bigger issue—wounds inflicted by a triangular blade might not heal.
This?
That was reckless!
He was only testing his physique.
Why take such a risk?
Waves of pain surged through him.
He quickly used the hand holding the triangular blade to open the medicine box.
Finding some gauze, he cut it into strips, sprinkled on some medicinal powder, and prepared to bandage the wound.
Looking down.
The wound on his left forearm, several centimeters deep from the triangular blade, had already formed a scab.
The bleeding had stopped.
In just a few minutes?
Damn!
This effect was a bit too exaggerated, wasn't it?
Tang Wen was both shocked and delighted.
The delight was obvious.
The shock was that as his physique continued to grow stronger, how would he achieve the same level of satisfaction?
Moreover, what if someone discovered this?
For instance, if the higher-ups of the Blackwater Gang found out.
Would they take him away and have a group of doctors study him?
Tang Wen's expression shifted repeatedly.
He had to conceal it well.
He needed to proceed with caution.
If someone were to see him, well, that would be their bad luck.
Although his left hand was recovering quickly, it was still not suitable for intense movements or punching for the time being.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to test his transformed mental power.
Whoosh!
His gaze focused, his mind concentrated.
The blood-stained triangular bayonet gently floated up, then suddenly accelerated, shooting straight toward the wall.
The mental power was too intense.
Tang Wen raised his hand to rub his temples, relaxing his tense mind.
Clatter.
The triangular bayonet fell from a height of about half a person, landing on the stone bricks.
The mental power was too weak this time.
He sighed helplessly.
The output of mental power was a completely new field for him.
There was no good solution.
Just grind it out!
Tang Wen didn't rush to try controlling objects with his mental power again.
Instead, he turned his attention to studying the [Mental Meditation Technique, Beginner (500/500)].
He had only discovered this morning that the moment his mental power broke through last night.
The proficiency of the Mental Meditation Technique, which was originally at the beginner level (119/500), had skyrocketed.
It had directly maxed out the beginner level proficiency.
This meditation technique came from Bai Youruo and was a cultivation method of the Bai family's direct lineage, not some common technique.
When meditating to temper the mind.
One needed to visualize tadpole-like pictographic characters in the mind, performing dynamic meditation to strengthen mental power.
Visualizing ten characters was considered entry-level.
Visualizing eighteen characters and maintaining them was considered minor mastery.
Visualizing thirty-six characters and making them glow together in the mind was considered major mastery.
Visualizing forty-nine characters and making them rotate in order and flash sequentially was considered perfection.
To reach major mastery, one had to at least be at the Transcendent realm.
The characters required for meditation resembled ancient seal script from his past life.
However, Tang Wen had never studied it in his past life.
It just felt similar.
Even if it really was ancient seal script, he wouldn't be able to understand its meaning.
One character, two characters... ten characters, he visualized them effortlessly, without any pressure.
He calmed his mind and carefully observed the shapes and strokes of the other characters.
Then, he closed his eyes and meditated, completing it in one go.
Eighteen characters appeared simultaneously in his mind.
[Mental Meditation Technique, Beginner → Entry (1/1000)]
[Spirit: 10.81 → 10.91]
The advancement was smooth.
The slight pain and pleasure of the small increase in mental power.
Made him let out a heartfelt, satisfied sigh.
But it wasn't over yet.
The eighteen characters, in his mental visualization, began to rise and fall with his breathing.
[Mental Meditation Technique, Entry (1→19→31→…→363/1000)]
The characters flickered slightly.
The state gradually stabilized.
The proficiency of the [Mental Meditation Technique] could be described as skyrocketing.
Three days passed in a flash.
Without any disturbances, he conducted many tests.
Due to the qualitative change in his mental power.
All of Tang Wen's Meditation Martial Arts had become more powerful than before!
The power of the Flying Stone and the Mountain-Cracking Cannon Fist was estimated to have increased by thirty percent.
But what satisfied him the most was the improvement in the Meditation Martial Art [Golden Bell Shield].
Originally, the Golden Bell Shield could only cover half of his body.
Now, it could envelop Tang Wen's entire body in a layer of black defense.
Combined with his naturally black hair.
When fully activated, he transformed into a "little black boy."
Feeling the black barrier on his skin.
He decided to test it again, taking out the triangular bayonet.
Sss!
He started with fifty percent of his strength.
The black left arm, which had just been injured, didn't even feel a sting.
Sixty percent!
A slight sting.
Seventy percent!
Not only was there a noticeable sting, but it also left a clear white mark on Tang Wen's skin.
Eighty percent!
His arm started bleeding.
But the experiment wasn't over.
With a slight thought, Tang Wen transformed from the "Black Child" state to the half-black state.
His defense instantly doubled.
Eighty percent strength!
No damage.
Full force strike!
Clang!
A faint metallic clashing sound could be heard.
Tang Wen's eyes lit up.
Full force didn't break the defense. Should he try a burst of energy?
Holding the triangular bayonet, he looked at his small black hand.
He hesitated.
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