Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 501 - 296_3

And tens of meters away, an unnamed wildflower quietly blossomed, emitting an almost imperceptible, refreshing fragrance.

He could even "feel" the sunlight penetrating through the layers of branches and leaves, causing subtle temperature changes as it fell to the ground.

The entire world before him seemed to have a veil lifted away, revealing a more real, vivid, and intricate essence.

This sense of mastery over the surrounding environment, as clear as looking into a fire, was enough to stir an indescribable feeling of strength and confidence within.

With a thought, a pale blue screen appeared before Fang Cheng’s eyes.

[Meditation Experience +10]

[Meditation lv1 (247/250)]

[Qigong Experience +5]

[Qigong lv2 (26/500)]

[Your Spirit Attribute has permanently increased by 0.4 points]

[Congratulations, through persistent effort and special opportunities, your Spirit Attribute has significantly improved, successfully breaking through to 50 points]

As he looked at the striking numbers on the panel, Fang Cheng finally relaxed his tense nerves, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Choosing to come to this special environment for meditation practice, he had taken quite a risk.

But as it turned out, risk and reward coexist.

The effects of this training were remarkable, even exceeding expectations.

During the three days in Wanghu Town, Fang Cheng had devoted almost all his energy to training, and the Meditation Skill Experience grew day by day.

Moreover, by leveraging the rich religious atmosphere of this place, the integration with the mysterious spirituality of the Golden Benba Bottle was greatly deepened.

The only flaw was that the growth rate of the Spirit Attribute had slowed significantly compared to before.

However, such is the path of cultivation.

The higher one climbs, the harder it becomes to progress further, with difficulty increasing geometrically.

Every small improvement requires more effort.

Fortunately, thanks to relentless diligence and unwavering perseverance,

today, Fang Cheng finally succeeded in completely integrating and absorbing the remaining spirituality of the Golden Benba Bottle, and he broke through the important threshold of 50 Spirit Attribute points in one fell swoop.

"Next, it’s time to level up meditation as well..."

Fang Cheng thought to himself, his gaze once again falling on the skill progress bar on the panel.

He was just 3 Experience Points away from advancing to the Master Level.

Fang Cheng considered whether to strike while the iron was hot and continue practicing to break through in one go.

Just then, without any warning, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was as if a malicious thought, like a ripple on the surface of the water, spread into his mind.

This was the sharp perception of potential danger brought about by his high 50-point Spirit Attribute!

Fang Cheng’s gaze swiftly scanned the tranquil forest around him, his eyes turning sharp.

He immediately dismissed the idea of continuing practice, deciding to return to the hotel first for safety’s sake.

As he moved to leave, he glanced down at his own bare body, his mouth twitching slightly.

Having learned from the lesson of the day before, Fang Cheng was well-prepared this time.

He quickly retrieved a set of clean sportswear from a bag tossed aside and put it on.

Just two mornings ago, while practicing meditation in this grove, he lost control of the surging Red True Qi within, burning his clothes to ashes as a result.

The situation was urgent at the time; he had to sneak down the mountain and "borrow" a piece of clothing from a farmhouse nearby, under the cover of no one’s presence.

The following day, he quietly slipped some money back as compensation.

Once dressed, Fang Cheng did not dally.

In a flash, like a stealthy leopard in the forest, he vanished silently into the depths of the woods.

And barely a few minutes after he left.

A swift, ghost-like black figure accompanied by a gust of strong cold wind, swept to the spot.

The figure stood by the bluestone where Fang Cheng had previously been meditating, face iron blue.

It was none other than Venerable Roger, who had been tracking the aura of the Golden Benba Bottle all the way here.