[You have perfectly completed a round of Body Forging Exercise!]
[Blood and Flesh Three Solutions • Body Forging Exercise executed simultaneously, effects stacked!]
[The raw iron accumulated in your body undergoes a dual, subtle digestion process, with its edibility subtly doubled ↑]
Feng Mu's eyes suddenly widened, staring incredulously at the notification box before him, the words "doubled" reflected in his eyes, as his face turned from a sallow hue to a flushed red.
Feng Mu quickly suppressed his excitent and imrsed himself back into the training of Body Forging Exercise.
One hour later.
[You have practiced Body Forging Exercise for an hour!]
[Body Forging Exercise skill proficiency 3!]
[Blood and Flesh Three Solutions · Body Forging Exercise proficiency did not increase.]
The bone and flesh versions are born simultaneously, but skill proficiency does not sync, as the system does not allow Feng Mu to exploit this bug.
But, this is not important, what is important is:
[The stored raw iron in your body 7%→4.4%, iron edibility 38.1%→40.7%]
The data changes brought by a single practice of Body Forging Exercise may not be obvious, but once accumulated to an hour's practice, the results imdiately appear.
For Feng Mu, asuring the increase of iron edibility by the hour has beco his habitual way of calculation.
Feng Mu quickly estimated in his mind, arriving at a pleasantly surprising conclusion:
"Previously, practicing Body Forging Exercise for an hour increased iron edibility by about 1.4%, but now this number has jumped to 2.6%."
He continued his calculations, "This 2.6% increase is actually the result of the bone and flesh versions doubling each other; separated, each version's increase is about 1.3%."
"My initial judgnt was not wrong; the upgrade of Body Forging Exercise did affect the digestion rate of iron edibility, but I overlooked the unique and unreplicable 'exploit' chanism of [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution]."
"Therefore, the overall efficiency didn't decrease; instead, it has risen, soaring to 1.85 tis the original!"
Feng Mu couldn't help but lick his lips, his heart full of gratitude toward the system.
He sincerely apologized to the system in his heart, "System, I'm sorry I misunderstood you. You are always my most reliable partner; together, we're the best in the world."
Feng Mu is not a man who only talks; he's a man of action.
To show his sincerity, Feng Mu imdiately decided to cancel the originally planned two and a half hours of sleep tonight and replace them fully with the practice ti for Body Forging Exercise.
What, you say staying up late harms the body, so Feng Mu must occasionally stay up all night, exhausting himself, and then rest to recover from the damage of staying up late — no problem with that.
Feng Mu took out his phone to check the ti, 04:14, calculating in his mind, "Current iron edibility 40.7%, if I practice tirelessly, it will only take 23 hours to fill the progress bar."
Then, Feng Mu closed his eyes, discarded all distractions, and focused entirely on practicing Body Forging Exercise.
…...
06:27, with the night still deep, Li Guishen quietly got up and silently walked to the door, his eyes piercing through the curtain of night, fixing on the solitary figure in the courtyard.
He stood behind the door, gazing quietly, remaining motionless for a long ti.
In the prolonged silence, his face fluctuated unpredictably, like the turbulent sea, struggling within.
Finally, he reached out to touch the secret manual hidden on his chest, his breathing gradually returning to calm.
"Dear disciples, don't bla your master; I'm wholeheartedly thinking about the future of [Ronggui Sect]!"
Li Guishen seed to make so kind of resolution, looking at the courtyard with a sinister and cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
Inside the bedroom, the seldom-restless Li Bashan suddenly awoke, inexplicably feeling a sense of terror and unease, a chill running down his spine.
He sat up, pulled out the sock plugging his mouth, deeply exhaled a few breaths to calm his unease.
Then, he walked heavily to the window, peering through the lattice, his gaze falling on the figure practicing in the courtyard.
He stood there silently for a long ti, until the lights of Upper City gradually lit up, illuminating the whole world, he gently pushed open the room door, stepping into the quiet of the morning.
As usual, he headed straight to the back kitchen, picked up his wooden barrel of rice.
He sat by the stone table in the courtyard, eating conscientiously, chewing each bite forcefully, swallowing even the bone fragnts as if trying to swallow all thoughts and emotions along with the al.
After finishing his al, Li Bashan put down the rice barrel, speaking in a muffled voice to Feng Mu, "Junior brother, I will arrange for you to start at the prison in the next couple of days, be prepared."
Li Bashan did not ask whether Cang Qingsen was still alive; it was an unspoken understanding among the brothers.
Feng Mu's eyes lit up, nodding heavily, and then he continued practicing Body Forging Exercise.
…...
In the central area of Zone 9 Prison No. 2, the door to the Prison Chief's office slowly opened, Li Bashan stepped in with a steady gait but couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
He was surprised to find the originally spacious office divided by a large horizontal glass wall, smooth as a mirror, airtight.
It must be due to rushed construction, as the glass still bore the protective film imprinted with "Nano Advanced Explosion-proof A-5U2S," not yet peeled clean.
Prison Chief Qian Huan stood behind the explosion-proof glass, his expression calm and gentle, he pointed to the sofa opposite, saying, "Bashan, are you again preparing to bypass the Prison Chief to report work directly to this ti?"
Li Bashan withdrew his gaze from the glass, took a resu out of his pocket, and handed it to the glass area.
Qian Huan's expression shifted slightly, picking up a remote control from the desk and pressing it, splitting the explosion-proof glass with a finger-width gap, just enough for paper docunts to pass through.
He took the resu, glanced at it, frowning slightly:
"This resu has been submitted before, but it didn't follow the proper procedures. I previously asked you to hand it to Zhou Hu, why have you brought it to again? Bashan, you need to convince Zhou Hu first, only after he agrees can I approve it, so others can't gossip."
Li Bashan waited for Qian Huan to finish speaking, then replied in a muffled voice, "The person Zhou Hu proposed can no longer co."
Qian Huan paused in his action, his gaze fixed intently on Li Bashan's face, a trace of astonishnt flashed in his eyes, as if searching for so kind of confirmation.
His voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor as he asked, "Are you sure?"
Li Bashan remained expressionless, firmly responding, "Yes, he can no longer co. Now, my junior brother is the only one left for this position."
Qian Huan involuntarily gasped, secretly musing, "He didn't persuade Zhou Hu, instead directly resolved the person Zhou Hu recomnded. For , the result seems not much different."
He originally had many questions, but facing Li Bashan's fierce visage, all doubts instantly dissipated.
With that "man-eating and not spitting out bones" look, asking one more question would be disrespectful to Li Bashan's appearance.
Qian Huan pondered silently for a while, then returned the resu to the table behind him, ready to sign it but paused, casually asking:
"I'm willing to accept your junior brother into the prison, but the issue is, Zhou Hu can still submit other resus for this position; how do you suggest I refuse him?"
Li Bashan did not hesitate, calmly replied, "He won't, no matter whom Zhou Hu submits, the warden can just throw it in the trash, no need to waste effort."
Qian Huan felt a chill rise up his spine upon hearing this; he glanced at the isolating explosion-proof glass, feeling a sense of insecurity.
He thought it necessary to have soone thicken the glass, no, it's best to add two more layers to ensure safety.
Li Bashan noticed Qian Huan's hesitation, with no action to sign, so he followed his intuition and honestly added:
"I'm not clear about those cumberso procedures; I only know that in a prison, shouldn't the warden be the highest authority? If so, the warden's words should be the most indisputable rule, right?"
Qian Huan laughed loudly upon hearing this, completing his signature in one go: "You're right; there are indeed so outdated practices in our prison that need good tidying; go back and inform your junior brother to report to the prison soon."
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