Night.
The smallest bedroom.
The central air conditioner blew out a cold wind of 23 degrees Celsius.
After taking a shower, Tang Hong on the bed covered in that thin red blanket. The front of the blanket was even printed with an animated white Pomeranian pattern. He had brought over this from the dormitory.
It had been used for more than three years.
He wasn’t willing to throw it away.
“Cough cough.”
Tang Hong coughed, lowered his head, and closed his eyes. The system interface emerged in the dim darkness.
When a person was in a bright environment, even if the eyes were closed, some light rays would still pass through the eyelids. Because the skin of the human body is light-transmissive, even with the eyes closed, we could also perceive the changes in light and darkness in the outside world. And Tang Hong found that:
He could see the system interface even if he closed his eyes.
Describing it as ‘see’ seems inaccurate. He was more inclined to believe that this was complex information transformed into neural signals.
Mortal: Extremely small and weak creature.
Willpower: 69%
Strength: 41%
Realm: 0.00
Individual value: 38
“Mortal.”
Tang Hong finally couldn’t restrain his desire to complain, when would he be able to get rid of this mortal title? And when would he be able to leave the initial category of being an ‘extremely small and weak creature’?
He should be able to achieve this by breaking through the limit of willpower, right?
If that doesn’t work, then at most he just needs to break through the limit of strength too, then inevitably, he would no longer be a mortal.
“But…”
“What’s the realm category about?”
Tang Hong stared at the realm category with a figure of 0.00, still unable to increase this realm value with the individual value.
Because it was at zero and had no foundation at all, so it couldn’t be changed—after coming to this conclusion, Tang Hong stopping bothering about this.
He pondered for a while, recalling the recent first-time incidents. Including informing his family in advance.
“Mm.”
Tang Hong flipped through his phone’s photo album and sent the proof of internship along with the screenshots of the school’s credits-rewarded web page to Moments. He changed the setting so that only his family members could view them, and added a few lines of text.
‘The first official paid internship in my life!’
‘Work hard in the internship, buy a TV for my mom, and buy a watch for my dad…” Tang Hong originally wanted to write buy a car for his dad.
But he was just a year three university student, if he suddenly said that he would buy a car and give it to his father, it would seem that he had gotten carried away with himself, too arrogant, and too ostentatious. This didn’t conform to his low-key concept of living.
Within three minutes.
The post was liked by people, and there was a message from his mother: I am proud of you, work hard in your internship/smile.
Simultaneously.
His father, Tang Wenjun also sent a message on WeChat: “The internship salary is as high as 30,000? Be careful of being scammed, be careful of your safety outside.”
On the proof of internship that Tang Hong sent to his parents, the salary portion wasn’t smeared. That was his biological parents, there was nothing that he couldn’t tell them. If he couldn’t even believe in his parents and need to deceive them, then who else could he trust?
He concealed the part about the transcendents and gods for fear of his parents having their memories erased and harmed.
Otherwise.
He definitely wouldn’t hide it from them.
It should be known that the most tragic thing wasn’t not being able to confide in someone when a person is depressed and difficult, but when a person was doing well yet had no one to share the joy and excitement with.
“Because of the enclosed internship, so the salary is a little bit higher.” Tang Hong explained as seamlessly as possible.
“All the best!”
Father Tang Wenjun sent several voice messages that lasted forty to fifty seconds. Seeing this, Tang Hong had a headache. The translation was also very slow, he had to listen to them patiently, then express his opinion.
Three more voice messages arrived.
Tang Hong was speechless, and after a long chat, he finally dispelled his father’s worries.
“Tomorrow.”
Tang Hong took a deep breath.
Tomorrow, June 30, the layer of mystery concealing the extraordinary world that was hidden under the surface would be unveiled for him.
At such a moment, he should be more nervous than taking the college entrance examination, yet he was unusually calm.
“Special training camp, reward points.”
Tang Hong’s eyes gleamed slightly with desire.
There were reward points for the top three in the entry test.
The first prize was 300 points, plus a transcendent item.
The second place was 200 points.
The third-place only had one hundred points.
Tang Hong was confident of getting top three in the entry test. However, his goal for himself had long ago changed from top three to number one, he wanted to fight for the top position.
Of course, it didn’t matter even if he couldn’t achieve it, he just needed to do the best he could.
He hoped that the members of the Yellow River Organization in this batch of the special training camp would have a few more talents so that there could be more competition.
Only when there was competition would there be pressure and motivation.
“It’s a pity that I hadn’t reach the entry standard yet.”
“According to Fang Nanxun, the time used to learn the transcendent technique isn’t the standard for being genius. It’s just that the six transcendent geniuses in Hua Country now basically reached the entry standard the first to third time they practiced it.”
He shall go to practice again tomorrow.
It would also be the last time to practice under the guidance of Fang Nanxun. Regardless of whether he reached the entry standard or not tomorrow, he had to take the train to the imperial capital immediately.
Adding it up, he had practiced this transcendent technique eight times and still hadn’t reach the entry standard. If he didn’t succeed tomorrow, it would be nine times. Every time he practiced wrongly, every time he failed, perhaps it all shows that he was farther and farther away from being a genius.
Tang Hong had an inexplicable intuition that there wasn’t probably another reason why he couldn’t reach the entry standard of the fist technique no matter how much he tried.
“It’s too weird.”
After all, there was obvious improvement every time, yet it was always a little bit off from truly comprehending it. Even Fang Nanxun was extremely distressed by Tang Hong’s inability to get comprehend the technique.
Unscientific.
Illogical.
He could only hope that the scholar from the Central Research Institute who would arrive in Yunhai City tomorrow morning could help him find the crux.
Tang Hong lay down, his chest rising and falling, and he let out a long breath.
Hu!
Fang Nanxun sighed slowly, standing at the door of the temporarily borrowed medical clinic, his expression extremely ugly.
“How can it be?”
“Why did he practice wrongly again!?”
Throughout his experience, he had never encountered such a strange thing for an entire seven years. Even those who have reached the entry standard of the technique also might not have Tang Hong’s deep understanding of this martial art. Could it be that teaching it to Tang Hong in advance had harmed Tang Hong instead?
Click.
Turning on the lighter, Fang Nanxun was about to smoke. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the hospital sign and put the lighter back in his pocket. Rubbing the cigarette butt, he gently smelled it.
The next moment.
Inside the room with precision inspection equipment, a middle-aged man wearing sky blue long sleeves pushed open the door, walked out, and glanced at Fang Nanxun.
Wanted to speak but stopped.
His eyes looked sleepy.
He hesitated for a while before speaking, “Sorry, I don’t see any problems in Tang Hong’s body that might hinder him from reaching the entry standard of the technique.”
In other words, everything was normal, but Tang Hong just couldn’t succeed.
“No, this can’t be.” Fang Nanxun was stunned in place.
Tang Hong was such a good transcendent seedling, if he couldn’t successfully practice the secret technique, then they could only rely on the intervention of external forces.
According to his speculation, Tang Hong’s divine breath resistance was very high, which would cost him to consume a lot of resources. The resources that were useful to transcendents were either rare or have little effect, so the training techniques were still the most stable.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and said in a low voice, “Have you ever thought that maybe Tang Hong isn’t suitable for this path.”
“Willpower is the prerequisite for everything.”
“But our body is the foundation that supports willpower. In recent years, it is not uncommon for some preliminary transcendents to have an extraordinary will, but their bodies couldn’t keep up.”
“Also.”
“It doesn’t matter even if he can’t reach the entry standard. The Central Research Institute has reached a critical juncture in their anatomical experiments of the gods, and there is likely to be a breakthrough.”
The middle-aged man looked at Fang Nanxun. He owed Fang Nanxun a favor, which was why he agreed to take the trouble to come over and help.
And for the current situation.
He was also powerless.
“No.”
“Tang Hong is a born transcendent.” Fang Nanxun’s tone was extremely firm at this moment, “Tang Hong’s have desire for the extraordinary and curiosity about the gods, and I don’t see the slightest fear, panic or surrender in him.”
The middle-aged man instantly went silent.
After a long time.
He whispered, “There is still a meeting in the Imperial Capital in the evening, I have to go back as soon as possible. In this case, let me check again, let Tang Hong practice it one more time.”
“Okay.”
Fang Nanxun opened the door and lowered his head slightly. The middle-aged man entered the room quickly and plunged his head into the data of those measuring instruments, trying to find out the problem.
He would be ashamed if he couldn’t find anything useful.
On the other side.
Tang Hong stood in the corner, his expression normal, and wearing a measuring instrument on his body.
Tang Hong squeezed a smile and said, “It’s a pity, I have let you down again.”
“That’s not the case.” Fang Nanxun waved his hand.
“Prepare for a while and practice for the tenth time. Dr. Sang will help you check what the problem is.”
He had just finished saying this.
And the middle-aged man’s surprised and strange gaze appeared at the top of the instrument at the other side. He glanced at Tang Hong, ignored Fang Nanxun’s puzzlement, and quickly pulled Fang Nanxun out of the room.
After moving farther away.
Dr. Sang let go of Fang Nanxun’s arm, his face full of a weird expression. “Tell me, Tang Hong has failed eight times, nine times including this time… Is it that every time you are next to him? Accompanying him?”
“Yes.”
Fang Nanxun said naturally, “You also know that these techniques are very dangerous. Without me reminding him at the side, he might injure his internal organs.”
The middle-aged man scratched his hair and said, “I suggest you don’t accompany him this time. Let Tang Hong practice the fist technique by himself.”
“Because.”
“I just found out… Tang Hong seems to be nervous.”