parentshiftbook Chapter 56 Picking Flowers!
Chapter 56 Picking Flowers!
call.
suck.
The night was deep, and outside the window, thousands of lights shone like a tide, but Su Ye stood alone in the center of the room, his chest rising and falling slightly.
In the past few days, he has no longer been satisfied with simply absorbing spiritual energy during each of his cultivation sessions.
After practicing the breathing technique, he would immediately begin to hone his short-range strength.
Once.
Ten times.
A hundred times.
He was using his own body to hone that "technique" little by little, to correct the rhythm of force exertion, to correct the coordination between the heart and muscle bundles, to build up that force from deep within the fascia, and then press it into the fist.
The practice of spiritual cultivation is ultimately a long and arduous process, not something that can be accomplished in a single day.
But as long as the path is right, persistent efforts will eventually lead to its end.
Su Ye closed his eyes and focused his mental energy into his body.
heart.
Fascia.
muscle.
The formed spiritual energy channel, like a shimmering stream, flowed slowly through his body. As he circulated his breathing, the spiritual energy naturally seeped into his flesh and blood, following the rhythm of his inhalation and exhalation.
next moment.
Su Ye suddenly noticed something was different.
Several muscles and bones that were previously difficult to move suddenly seemed to be illuminated by something. Shoulders, elbows, wrists, and even the waist, back, and ribs—those places that used to feel dull and sluggish—suddenly came alive.
It was as if an invisible net had been pulled taut by him.
thump.
thump.
dong dong!
My heart suddenly raced, pounding like a drum, more intense and sharper than before, as if it were twisting every muscle in my body into one.
Su Ye was startled.
It has been forged and refined for so long.
finally come!
It's now!
He suddenly opened his eyes, pulled his right fist back, stretched his fascia to its limit, and his entire arm was like a fully drawn bow. The next moment, he threw a punch.
boom!
Before the fist struck, the air exploded first, bursting apart in an instant!
The water glass on the table suddenly jumped up, the curtains billowed, and even the door shook slightly. A few meters away, a very fine crack appeared on the wall of the iron bucket filled with miscellaneous items, as if an invisible needle had pierced through it. This was only because Su Ye was practicing in the rented room and had restrained his strength; otherwise, the force of his punch alone could have broken a large tree!
Su Ye held his punching stance for a full two seconds.
Then, slowly retract your fist.
The shock in his eyes was even greater than the commotion caused by that punch.
It's different.
His inch-force technique underwent an indescribable change!
That punch, delivered from a smaller point of impact, with a more powerful penetration and a more concentrated burst of energy, skillfully utilized all its strength. It was incredibly light and agile, yet unstoppable and terrifying.
Su Ye quickly took out his notebook, his fingers getting a little hot. He found the page where he first recorded the Inch Punch technique. After thinking for a moment, he continued writing the second layer after the first layer of Inch Punch. He recorded all his feelings in it, but he hesitated a bit when it came to naming it.
"Let's call it 'Picking Flowers'."
After he finished writing it, he couldn't help but laugh.
"A smile while picking flowers, that's a pretty flamboyant name."
He began to quickly recall the details of that moment.
Heartbeat.
High-frequency muscle vibration.
Those previously difficult-to-mobilize small muscles and bones were all mobilized, as if the force lines of the entire body suddenly became more complete. When he threw that punch, he even had the illusion that he was not throwing a punch, but rather "twisting" an invisible force.
Then, Su Ye began to calculate.
This time, he didn't unleash his inner force directly. Instead, he first focused on his heart, suppressed his breathing, and let the force circulate within his body.
After several calculations, he quickly came to a conclusion.
Without using any force or extreme compression, but simply by controlling my heartbeat with my mind, I can now consistently reach 300 beats per minute.
And that punch just now...
In that brief moment, his heart rate peaked at 720 beats per minute.
pressure.
It is indeed a bit too big.
720 beats per minute—that's no longer the heartbeat a normal flesh and blood body should have. Even for just a moment, he could feel that terrifying burden, his chest felt tight, his blood rushed to his head, and his eardrums felt numb from the vibrations.
The power of that punch was terrifying. Su Ye hasn't had a suitable opportunity to test it yet, but he has already confirmed his idea:
As long as the heart can be stronger.
The power of a single strike can be even stronger.
And now, the act of picking flowers has been accomplished.
This means that he has truly established himself at the second level of this "technique".
Su Ye was busy cultivating and forgot that today was the day to pay rent. He only realized it when there was a knock on the door.
"Time to collect the rent, Dr. Su."
The landlady's voice was very distinctive.
Su Ye immediately perked up, got up to open the door, and paid the rent. The whole process was incredibly efficient. Seeing how quickly Su Ye paid the rent without any delay, the landlady's eyes narrowed into slits. After the landlady left in her slippers, satisfied, he closed the door, returned to the table, and looked down at his wallet.
Nine hundred and twenty-six pieces.
When Su Ye thought about how there were still nearly twenty days until the next payday, his vision went black.
"..."
"Even a hero can be brought down by two silver coins."
"I'm fucking poor."
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Having cultivated to this point, he has finally realized a very real problem.
Their strength is increasing.
My appetite is also increasing.
A single meal is like a bottomless pit; my wallet is draining faster than my blood pressure. The meager salary of a resident trainee used to be manageable if I was frugal, but now that I've started cultivating and my younger brother has come over, I'm practically penniless.
We need to make money.
Just as I was worrying, my phone suddenly vibrated.
The caller ID reads: Zhou Jingtang.
Su Ye composed himself, became serious, and then immediately answered the call.
"Old Zhou."
On the other end of the phone, the old man's voice was calm, but it carried an unusual solemnity.
"Come over to my place tomorrow."
"I have a very important surgery to perform next, and you'll be my assistant."
Su Ye's expression immediately froze.
surgery?
Should we have him go with Zhou Jingtang?
Although Dr. Zhou usually valued him highly and often took him along for consultations, this was the first time he had actually asked him to assist in surgery.
And judging from the tone of his voice...
Very solemnly.
It's also very rare.
A thought flashed through Su Ye's mind.
This is probably not an ordinary surgery.
Who is the patient undergoing surgery?
What symptoms could possibly warrant Old Master Zhou performing surgery himself?
Su Ye didn't ask any further questions, and simply agreed earnestly.
"Okay, I'll go first thing tomorrow morning."
After hanging up the phone, the room fell silent again.
Su Ye sat there, somewhat curious about the surgery.
However, the most pressing issue right now is still making money.
"I never imagined that my biggest challenge in my first month with the extraordinary would revert to the most basic question of survival. How interesting."