His figure followed the trajectory of the egret, swaying left and right, sotis climbing with arm flaps, sotis gliding low.
The startled egrets seed to sense he bore no hostility, even attracted to this flying human.
Instead of fleeing, they chirped joyfully and approached him.
Their white wings fluttered around him, as if dancing together mid-air.
This scene of man and bird flying together was like the legendary immortals of Rippling Waves Steps, truly embodying the phrase "light as a startled swan, graceful as a wandering dragon."
Thus, man and birds circled and soared over the lake.
Occasionally when the montum of gliding weakened and he descended towards the lake with the birds, he would lightly tap the water with his toe.
Each ti he used force, a clear ripple spread across the lake.
And he would soar into the air again, remaining untouched by water, showcasing his mastery of wind travel to the fullest.
At the center of Yulong Lake stood an ancient stone tower.
The gray-brick base was mostly subrged, covered with thick moss.
The tower’s top tapered to a cone, crowned by a severely weathered stone treasure bead.
The figure circled with the egrets several tis over the lake, now less than ten ters from the tower.
Utilizing the final water-tapping force, he surged upwards, leaving the birds behind, heading straight for the tower’s peak.
Near the tower’s top, he gracefully pulled back his arms, pausing slightly in midair.
The forward montum dispersed, as if losing its support at that mont.
Then, the figure floated down like a falling leaf, gently landing.
His toes lightly touched the weathered stone treasure bead atop the tower.
That light, feather-like landing caused no dust nor did it make the ancient tower sway.
On the fist-sized bead, the figure stood with hands behind his back, steadfast.
A breeze swept over the lake, fluttering the hem of his blue tracksuit.
At this mont, the eastern horizon glowed with a ray of grayish white.
In the distance, the chain of mountains slowly faded, revealing vibrant green foliage.
This vast watery domain seed to awaken slowly from its slumber.
Wisps of mist drifted with the wind, circling around, making the silhouette on the tower appear increasingly ethereal and isolated, like a celestial being removed from the world.
"Whoosh—"
Fang Cheng stood atop the tower, his gaze calmly sweeping the surroundings.
He opened his mouth, slowly exhaling a warm breath of white smoke.
In the chilly air, the smoke hung, trailing straight several feet forward before dissolving into the morning breeze.
Fang Cheng’s chest rose and fell slightly, evening out his internal surging vitality.
Recalling the flight from the deep mountains to the heart of the lake, spanning several kiloters, a slight smile graced his lips.
With constant practice, Fang Cheng’s mastery of this new ability had transcended the novice stage.
Whether in subtle perception of aerodynamics or adjustnts in hovering states, these skills were etched into his muscle mory.
Especially within complex terrains, optimizing conditions to enhance flight efficiency.
Fang Cheng had discovered many insights, accumulated experience, and applied them with increasing ease.
Like the scene flying alongside egrets over the lake.
Gone was the need for excessive force against air or water to seek violent reverse thrust.
In regular flight, as long as he had a foothold, he could gently take off, gliding far like a true bird.
"This feeling of gravity-free, wind riding is truly intoxicating..."
Fang Cheng mused over the state of lightness as a swallow, uttering softly.
Amidst wandering thoughts, the air before him rippled.
Soon, a translucent blue screen only visible to him appeared, its transparent border shimring in the dawn.
Two lines of information appeared clearly:
[You’ve mastered more flexible flying techniques, experience 10]
[Flying Lv0 (43/100)]
Viewing the experience increase, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, feeling quite satisfied.
In the five days following the Special Search Team spring exam, he mostly stayed at Sea Sky Garden.
Apart from rigorous daily training, he dealt with issues in Illuminati’s construction.
Occasionally, due to his mother and grandfather’s concern, he visited Wanghu Town for a day’s respite, cherishing monts of rare warmth.
During this pause before exam results, he remained intensely focused, rather than relaxing.
He knew very well that the destruction of the Noah East Capital Branch, Lu Tianming, and the so-called "Black Tide" organization were just minor episodes.
The Ideal Land lurking in the darkness was the greatest threat.
This colossal entity in the shadows must also be watching the East Capital’s situation, ready to strike with claws capable of crushing everything.
Prepare for trouble, stay vigilant in tis of peace—this was the iron rule Fang Cheng had learned through countless life-and-death battles.
To protect those around him in the coming storm, he had no choice but to continue relentlessly enhancing his absolute power.
Therefore, in addition to practicing Flying, Fang Cheng consistently maintained high-intensity physical training and Air Attack training.
With a slight thought, his gaze shifted to the skill interface on the other side of the light screen:
[Boxing Lv3 (562/1000)]
[Sanda Lv3 (230/1000)]
[Jujutsu Lv2 (493/500)]
[Muay Thai Lv2 (481/500)]
[Tai Chi Boxing Lv2 (6/500)]
[Push-ups Lv3 (415/1000)]
[Squats Lv3 (361/1000)]
[Lifting Leg Lv3 (209/1000)]
[Pull-ups Lv4 (79/2500)]
[Back Bridge Lv3 (142/1000)]
[Inverted Push-ups Lv3 (168/1000)]
[Running Level 2 (36/500)]
[Qigong Lv3 (150/1000)]
[Hand Technique Lv1 (98/250)]
Today’s morning exercise brought a lot of experience, just like usual.
Looking at those long progress bars, Fang Cheng felt very calm.
Besides a few skills with relatively low levels, there was also a quick improvent expectation.
What he pursued now was no longer the kind of rapid breakthroughs.
On the path of Martial Arts, reaching the level of a Grandmaster, re additional practice was no longer aningful.
Only by polishing like water wearing away a stone, and persevering day after day, could one reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts.
Fang Cheng’s gaze then locked onto two targets.
The experience points of the "Jujutsu" and "Muay Thai" fighting skills were close to full, about to achieve breakthroughs and upgrades.
At that ti, whether it’s unlocking new skill effects or obtaining precious Free Attribute Points, it would be a significant enhancent for him.
Especially the Free Attribute Points, which Fang Cheng valued most as his trump card.
He had long figured this out.
When these two skills successfully upgraded, he could apply the accumulated points directly to himself, thereby breaking through the "Agility" and "Strength" 80-point threshold.
Once he crossed that physiological limit, his physical condition would undergo a complete qualitative transformation.
At that ti, perhaps he would have enough trump cards to face the unfathomable shadow behind the Ideal Land, and truly compete with that God-like man.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing the battle intent stirring in his eyes back to his heart.
Unknowingly, the sky was nearing full brightness.
The faint golden morning light spread across the surface of Yulong Lake, dispelling the last wisps of lingering fog.
On the shore, the conversation of older people and sanitation workers who rose early for morning exercise could be heard indistinctly.
The sound of car horns also drifted over the lake road with the morning breeze.
This slumbering city was awakening.
Fang Cheng, with a renewed spirit, then closed the panel.
Today’s training plan had been perfectly completed; it was ti to go ho.
After having breakfast, there was a troubleso matter with Lin Chuqiao that he needed to personally resolve.
Fang Cheng did not linger further, bending his knees slightly, and the muscles in his thighs instantly erupted with astonishing strength.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a muffled air explosion, he, like a blue shell shot out of a cannon, directly launched from the top of the stone tower in the lake’s center.
The powerful explosive force propelled him diagonally into the sky, and in mid-air, he briskly spread his arms.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, he flew straight towards the deep forest on the opposite shore,
and soon disappeared into the sea of greenery.
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