"Snap."
Fang Cheng strode into the kitchen, reaching out to turn off the gas knob.
As the fla went out, the boiling sound in the stainless steel deep soup pot didn’t imdiately stop.
He wasn’t afraid of the heat at all and directly lifted the lid.
Whoosh—
The accumulated hot steam instantly exploded, transforming into a thick white fog that rushed towards his face.
Fang Cheng didn’t even blink; instead, he took a deep, indulgent breath.
The mist soon dispersed, revealing the rolling murky soup inside the pot.
The nearly 10-liter deep soup pot was packed with seven or eight thick beef bones.
Several large pieces of dark red beef shank floated up and down in the milky white broth, exuding an intoxicating aty aroma.
Fang Cheng didn’t bother with bowls or chopsticks; that was simply too slow.
He directly extended his hand, his five fingers like iron hooks, into the boiling soup, grabbing a beef leg bone as thick as a child’s arm.
"Splash," he lifted it up.
The temperature of the freshly cooked broth was close to a hundred degrees, pouring over his hand.
For an ordinary person, it would probably scald the skin right off.
But he felt no pain, and that hand, tempered through countless trials, didn’t even flush with color.
Fang Cheng opened his mouth and bit down hard.
"Crunch!"
The sound of bone cracking echoed in the narrow kitchen, making one’s teeth ache.
The hard beef leg bone was as fragile as a crispy wafer in the face of Fang Cheng’s teeth, capable of crushing tal and stone.
Sharp canines instantly penetrated the bone wall, and trendous bite force erupted.
Without even separating the at, Fang Cheng chewed up both at and bone together.
"Crunch, crunch..."
As he chewed, the hard bone splinters shattered between his teeth, making a sound reminiscent of crushing rocks.
He gulped like a ravenous beast, his adam’s apple moving as he swallowed the paste-like mixture of marrow, tendon, and bone chunks.
This pot of soup had only been simring for an hour and a half; clearly, it wasn’t long enough for beef bones.
The marrow inside the bone remained in a semi-gelled state, not fully dissolved into the soup.
But Fang Cheng was far too hungry to wait; it wasn’t a problem for him.
He tilted his head back slightly towards the broken bone and gently inhaled.
"Slurp—"
A rush of hot, oily semi-liquid marrow, with a strong umami aroma, slid down his throat.
"Gurgle..."
Simultaneously, a deep rumble echoed from his abdon.
Like a high-powered engine injected with fuel, roaring to start.
His powerful stomach muscles began to wriggle violently, secreting strong, corrosive digestive juices that quickly broke down the dense food.
From a nutritional standpoint, marrow is not only fat but also the core of blood formation and immune system.
It’s rich in phospholipids, phosphoproteins, and various rare trace elents.
The collagen is the key material for bone growth and repairing minor body damage.
In Fang Cheng’s understanding, it all boiled down to four words—Life Energy.
Whether it’s intense physical training or cellular self-healing after injury, fundantally, it’s the intense consumption of Life Energy.
This energy doesn’t co from nowhere; the simplest way to acquire it is through high-calorie intake.
Of course, there are various special Cultivation Techniques in this world, capable of plundering Origin Energy from the heavens and earth, to supplent oneself more efficiently.
Such as the Martial Arts Qi Gong Fang Cheng cultivates.
"Crunch!"
Another beef bone snapped, juices splattering.
Fang Cheng chewed vigorously, his cheeks bulging with firm lines.
His eating speed was shockingly fast, his gaze focused and fervent, eager to shove the entire pot of beef bone soup into his stomach.
He had no choice; recently, his body had been consuming so much.
Every day, he had to follow a high-intensity training regin, constantly pushing his physical limits, barely having any ti to rest.
Plus, the battle with Ghost Scythe that night, though exhilarating and shooting up his Skill Experience, left his body depleted.
Especially for enduring the "Infinite Explosion Domain," he exerted his True Sun Fire fully, forming a Domain-like Qi Field to counter it.
The burst lasted only a second but evaporated nearly a quarter of the True Qi reserves in his Dantian Qi Sea.
Afterward, Fang Cheng promptly absorbed the Life Energy radiated by the Ancient Relics.
However, to save those precious "Ancient Batteries," he didn’t choose to replenish his True Qi fully in one go but left so deficit.
Fang Cheng slightly slowed his chewing, feeling the warmth spreading from his stomach, silently calculating in his mind.
After all, the stock under Yong’an Island’s underwater palace wasn’t plentiful.
At the current rate of consumption, without finding ways to expand sources, that bit of reserve would soon deplete.
The next ti to collect Ancient Relics in the trench wouldn’t be until the end of the year when ocean currents change dramatically, and earth pulses surge.
In the anti, if he encounters a few enemies like Ghost Scythe, or even more powerful and tricky ones, forcing him to use his trump card and overdraw his True Qi,
then the subsequent supply and quick recovery of combat power will beco a serious problem.
Therefore, he must prepare in advance, save where he can, and try to use limited resources more efficiently.
Fang Cheng swallowed the last piece of beef and grabbed a napkin, wiping the grease off his hands.
Moreover, with his extraordinary physique reaching 80 points now, his body is like a super conversion furnace.
Even without deliberately cultivating Qigong, relying solely on instinctual breathing and eating, the conversion efficiency of life energy is hundreds of tis that of ordinary people.
The gap in the Dantian Qi Sea, as long as he follows the routine of eating, drinking, and breathing techniques, will automatically fill within half a month at most.
This thod of biological energy charging, though slow, excels in being renewable and low-cost.
"Gulp——"
Fang Cheng lifted the stainless-steel bucket, tilted his head, and drank down the remaining broth along with the at residue at the bottom.
A full 10 liters, enough to feed a family of seven, was consud by him within a re ten minutes.
At this mont, his stomach felt like a furnace burning inside.
That’s the powerful digestive system operating at full power, rapidly converting food into pure heat, distributing it throughout his body.
This sense of fullness is truly intoxicating.
Fang Cheng tossed the empty bucket into the sink, producing a crisp "clang."
Then he grabbed a napkin, wiped his mouth, and turned to walk out of the kitchen, strolling to the center of the living room.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky showed a cold, grayish-blue hue.
Looking out, the distant coastline had a touch of dawn.
A fishing boat faintly appeared on the ocean, slowly leaving the harbor.
Day was beginning to break.
Fang Cheng twisted his neck a few tis, producing crisp "crack" sounds.
Then he stretched his arms, performing two chest-expansion exercises, his back muscles rippling like a drawn bow.
With a full stomach, his body state was adjusted to its peak.
Next cos today’s main event.
Fang Cheng lifted his gaze towards the shiny bar under the ceiling beam.
He walked to the bar, took a deep breath, air echoing in his chest.
Then his knees slightly bent, thigh muscles tightening.
Suddenly, his entire body leaped up agilely like a swift monkey.
"Snap."
His hands gripped the bar steadily, fingers locking like iron clamps.
Fang Cheng’s eyes focused, the casualness vanished imdiately, replaced by rock-solid determination.
"Continue training!"
With a slight movent of his mind, the special "Training Mode" instantly activated.
Instead of rushing to pull up his body, he tightened his core, controlled the rhythm, and started to pull up slowly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"Creak——"
A terrifying sound that only he could hear exploded inside him.
It wasn’t the grinding of bones but the dense muscle fibers under tons of "internal pressure" entwining and compressing, emitting a cry.
It’s like invisible hands sanding each of his nerves and muscle bundles roughly.
Yet Fang Cheng showed no expression, silently enduring the pressure that seed to crush his body, and completed the action smoothly.
His chin passed the bar, paused briefly, then slowly descended over three seconds.
The large bucket of beef bone marrow soup he drank earlier finally took effect.
His stomach turned into a high furnace, pumping hot streams continuously.
Then flushed into his limbs through blood vessels, countering the madly consuming stamina.
One, two, three...
Ten, twenty, thirty...
Sweat started sliding down Fang Cheng’s temples, evaporating into white steam before hitting the floor, lingering around his shoulders.
Even with 80 points of constitution as a base, pull-ups in this "Charging State" were essentially a torture targeted at the body.
The feeling was like countless dull knives cutting back and forth on the skin.
The internal pressure reaching six tons ford a flaying sensation, deepening with each stretch of the action.
No matter how he got used to it and endured, it remained vividly nerve-wracking.
But Fang Cheng simultaneously enjoyed it.
Because this pain was extrely real, it ant weakness was being stripped away, and steel was being forged.
In this world now, chaos has arisen, and under the seemingly peaceful city, undercurrents are flowing.
Whether it be the Noah Organization before or the giant hidden in darkness, the "Ideal Land," they are like the sword of Damocles hanging overhead.
Only possessing absolute power is the sole assurance of resisting the storm.
The dimly lit living room was transford into a cold, rigid fighting gym.
Under the suspended bar, a shirtless, perfectly sculpted muscular figure tirelessly moved up and down.
Each pull-up exposed his back muscles like bat wings spread nacingly, filled with explosive beauty.
anwhile, outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the city hadn’t fully awoken.
The apartnt building across remained shrouded in night, with only a few lights flickering.
The world was vast and desolate.
Occasionally, streaks of headlights flowed over the ring sea viaduct in the distance, lonely in the chilling morning mist before dawn.
But the path to true strength is often forged in the silence and repetition unknown to others.
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