Mu Shunan shook his head, really wanting to find a place to calm down.
Seeing that Mu Shunan didn’t respond, Fang Heng felt a little disappointed and asked, "Do you have other arrangents?"
"Not really."
Mu Shunan had been overwheld by Fang Heng’s series of actions. He took a deep breath to steady himself, but still couldn’t quite hold it together, so he said, "It’s just that I’ve been sitting for a bit too long. You stay here for a while—I’ll step outside to get so air and rest for a bit."
"Alright."
Fang Heng’s focus was entirely on the skill he had just broken through, so he didn’t think much of it. He watched Mu Shunan leave the room, then began examining the changes in his own body.
Overall.
His bones, muscles, skin, and even internal organs had all undergone enhancent from the ntal strength infusion. His body’s affinity for ntal strength had greatly improved, along with a significant boost in the efficiency of using spells.
This improvent didn’t show up on the in-ga stat panels, but could be clearly felt in his body.
From now on, spell-casting would be faster, cost less, and be easier to control.
Occult studies were indeed impressive.
Breaking through this stage ant he had stepped into the threshold of master-level Occult.
He had finally made up for what he missed before.
Next would be breaking into the grandmaster-level threshold.
Currently, his body had reached its physical limit. As for what direction cultivation should take next, he wasn’t sure yet.
Fang Heng closed his eyes again, slowly trying to attune himself to his body to better adapt to its transformation.
Just beyond the wall, outside the door, Mu Shunan exhaled heavily.
"Phew."
D*mn it! It was like he had just seen a ghost!
At that mont, a fellow martial artist happened to walk by and saw Mu Shunan’s pale face and shaken deanor. He couldn’t help but ask, "Mu Shunan? What happened? Did sothing go wrong in your cultivation?"
"Brother."
Mu Shunan, who was well-liked among the martial artists, grabbed the man and said, "Would you believe soone completed Occult-level refinent of bone, muscle, organs, and skin in just two hours?"
"Huh?"
The man looked at Mu Shunan and said with a straight face, "I think you’re not feeling well. Want to take you to get checked?"
"No need. I just want so peace and quiet."
Mu Shunan waved his hand.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it either.
But it had really happened right in front of him.
Who could handle this?
Though he had successfully cultivated Occult to grandmaster level himself, Mu Shunan had a strong and steady mind.
It still took him nearly half an hour to calm down and collect his thoughts before he finally returned to the cultivation room.
"Brother Mu, I’ve rested enough," Fang Heng opened his eyes, looking at Mu Shunan with expectation. "Shall we begin?"
"Mm."
Mu Shunan had been so shaken by Fang Heng that his spiritual core nearly shattered. He had just barely recovered, and now nodded. "To be honest, Brother Fang Heng, your talent is extraordinary—like nothing I’ve ever seen. Since you still feel up for it, let’s begin the next phase imdiately."
"Alright."
"Now that your body can resonate with ntal strength, the next step is to establish a connection between your body and external spiritual perception. This is the key to breaking into the grandmaster level of Occult. The trick lies in opening the body’s switch, allowing it to accept external power."
"To achieve this, we need to activate the body’s ridian points with the aid of hand seals."
Seeing Fang Heng’s thoughtful expression, Mu Shunan added, "With the help of hand seals, we can gradually open the connection between the body and the outside world. Don’t worry about understanding it all now. I’ll demonstrate it first. With your talent, you should be able to grasp it quickly by training and sensing it at the sa ti."
"Alright."
Fang Heng agreed and began learning the hand seals step by step under Mu Shunan’s guidance.
Unlike the earlier set of 128 hand seals, the grandmaster-level advancent version required coordination with the flow of ntal strength.
The difficulty increased drastically.
However, since Fang Heng’s ntal strength had greatly improved—along with his concentration—his learning speed was quite fast.
With Mu Shunan’s assistance, Fang Heng morized all 256 seals and coordinated their flow with ntal strength in just an hour and a half. He even completed a full cycle.
He succeeded after five full runs.
Mu Shunan had nothing left to correct—there were no flaws in Fang Heng’s practice.
He rembered that it took him half a year to learn this step.
A trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of Mu Shunan’s lips.
At this point, he had gotten used to it.
Exceptional talent simply ignored all conventional limits.
[Hint: The player has triggered the final stage mission-Occult Advancent (Grandmaster Level).]
Mission na: Occult Advancent (Grandmaster Level).
Mission requirent: Complete external perception (current progress: 0.03%).
Fang Heng opened his eyes and took a look.
Very slow.
Although he had adjusted the flow of the hand seals and ntal strength with Mu Shunan’s help, even with a perfect round of 256 hand seals, it only added about 0.01% progress.
If he were to grind this alone, it would likely take a lot of ti.
He had to get the zombie clones to help.
With cultivation nearing midnight, Mu Shunan was getting tired. He waved his hand and said, "Fang Heng, you’ve morized all the flow patterns. Let’s call it a day. If anything remains unclear, feel free to co to —let’s exchange ideas."
"Alright, thank you for your guidance."
Fang Heng thanked him and cupped his fists in salute.
Ti to go back and grind!
Fang Heng returned to the first floor. An Qian had been waiting in the hall.
"Mr. Fang Heng, thank you for your hard work. Training is done, and it’s already quite late. Would you like to rest at the inn next door or return to the villa?"
"Let’s head back to the villa."
"Understood."
An Qian glanced at Fang Heng and Mu Shunan walking out of the elevator together and felt extrely puzzled.
Clearly, it was Fang Heng who had been training all day, and Mu Shunan only needed to guide him, so why did Mu Shunan look utterly drained, while Fang Heng appeared full of energy?
...
Back in the villa lounge, Fang Heng closed his eyes again and resud imprint cultivation.
There were 256 imprints, and they had to be matched with the flow of ntal strength. He wasn’t very familiar yet, so each attempt took a long ti.
[Hint: The player has completed one instance of cultivation (Normal). The player’s current mission progress 0.0062%.]
Crap!
Fang Heng opened his eyes after another round of imprint training and frowned slightly.
He had made a minor mistake during the ntal strength flow, which drastically reduced the progress gained.
It looked like his earlier estimate was still too optimistic. At this rate, it would take at least a month.
Fang Heng glanced around and once again turned his attention to the zombie clones.
Alright! Ti to test the zombie clones!
Zombie clones didn’t possess ntal strength and couldn’t coordinate with the hand seals, so the progress gain would likely be very low.
Whatever.
Might as well give it a shot!
One of the zombie clones received Fang Heng’s command, shakily sat down, and began clumsily condensing imprints in its palms.
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