The mountain breeze swept by, rustling the leaves in the forest and carrying over the hushed conversation of the few people ahead.
Although they spoke in very low voices, Lin Mo could hear them loud and clear. He rubbed his chin and said earnestly to Lv Xian.
"I have a plan for you to become stronger in all aspects. It will be hard at first, but if you stick to it for two months, you will see results."
Lv Xian, who had been pondering what to do, snapped his head up at those words. His eyes instantly burst with a burning light. "Really?! What plan?"
Meeting his expectant gaze, Lin Mo slowly recited that classic workout list from the future.
"It is 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every single day. If you persist for a while, you will find yourself getting stronger. I like to call this the One Punch plan."
Fortunately, the bald hero of One Punch didn't exist in this era yet.
The air fell silent for a moment.
Lv Xian's breath caught in his throat. His mind rapidly calculated this training volume. The exhaustion on his face was swept away, replaced by a near-fanatical excitement.
"What if I stick to it for a year?!" Lv Xian was already fired up; he didn't even consider whether he could actually keep it up.
Lin Mo shook his head. "If you stick to it for a year, you should change your routine."
Seeing Lv Xian's complete ignorance on the matter, Lin Mo explained, "A single exercise movement only trains a single muscle, but if you do a high number of reps, your endurance will also be trained. With that kind of endurance, what couldn't you train?"
These words made Lv Xian's blood boil. He took a deep breath and suddenly straightened his back.
"Alright! I'll start today!"
Saying that, he assumed a stance, ready to start running along the mountain path right then and there.
A hand shot out like lightning, firmly pressing down on his shoulder and rendering him unable to move.
It was Lin Mo.
"Don't fool around."
Lin Mo's tone deepened. "Mountain climbing is already a moderate-intensity exercise. If you add more training now, your body simply won't be able to take it. If you over-exercise, beware of rhabdomyolysis. Then, instead of getting stronger, you'll end up in the hospital."
Behind him, Fang Jun suddenly shivered and nodded repeatedly in agreement. "That's right, that's right. Old Mo thinks of everything. Listen to him!"
Lv Na also nodded. Looking at her brother's foolish enthusiasm, she sighed with some concern. "I just don't know how long my brother's three-minute passion will last. He's never been good at sports since he was a kid."
"It'll be hard."
Fang Jun stroked his chin and began to analyze seriously, "I doubt it. After all, Grade Three students all have a frail and delicate constitution, sickly and weak."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cai Junhuang, who had been quiet on the side, suddenly threw in a comment.
"When you move up to Grade Three, you will be too."
"How is that the same? I'm so healthy! I definitely won't become sickly and frail!"
Fang Jun instantly bristled, patting his thin chest. As a result of using too much force, he choked and coughed twice.
"Is that so?"
Cai Junhuang glanced at him sideways, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "With your scrawny arms and legs, you probably don't even have this muscle of mine."
Saying that, she slowly rolled up her sleeve.
The skin on her arm was very white, almost dazzling under the dappled light of the forest. But as she flexed her arm, a well-defined bicep suddenly bulged out, brimming with a sense of power.
"Whoa." Fang Jun's eyes lit up. Unable to hold back, he reached out and squeezed it.
It felt firm and elastic.
This was probably the result of a dance student's daily strength training.
"Hey, hey, hey! Look all you want, but keep your hands to yourself!" Cai Junhuang reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly losing her cool composure.
A merciless elbow strike!
"Ah!"
Fang Jun let out an exaggerated cry. His whole body immediately went limp. Clutching his stomach with one hand and leaning against a nearby large tree with the other, his inner drama queen took over, and he began to groan.
"I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying... My sickly, weak body... I can't take it, I feel like my striated muscles are dissolving..."
He instantly turned into a frail invalid after just one elbow strike.
As he spoke, he winked and made faces at Cai Junhuang, looking exactly like a scammer staging an injury.
"I'm telling you! Don't try to scam me!" Cai Junhuang was both annoyed and amused, rolling her eyes at this clown.
Lv Na was the first who couldn't help but laugh out loud. The others followed suit, and the mountain forest was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Looking at this group of goofballs, Lin Mo shook his head helplessly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
The vitality of youth was always so interesting.
In truth, Mount Tianyun wasn't really high. Mount Nankun, where Lin Mo went during his Foundation Establishment, was what you would call high.
It was at least over a thousand meters high, whereas Mount Tianyun was only a little over three hundred meters, which was nothing.
The group soon arrived at the mountaintop plaza. Rather than the mountaintop, it was more like a flat area carved out halfway up the mountain. The true peak, Tianxing Ridge, was still hidden in the night sky further up.
Most of the snack bars and souvenir shops in the plaza had already pulled down their rolling shutters. Only a few vending machines glowed with solitary lights, adding a touch of human presence to the chilly night wind.
"So, are we going to Tianxing Ridge next?" Mai Chuwen gathered her wind-tousled hair and asked softly.
"Yes, exactly."
Fang Jun patted his chest, looking like he had everything under control. "There's a dedicated camping site up there. We'll go up, pitch our tents, and then we can peacefully wait for the sunrise."
Fang Jun had done his research long ago and was completely unafraid of anything going wrong.
He had studied the travel guide thoroughly and was brimming with confidence.
"Wow, this must be the night view of Yangcheng." Jiang Yunlu looked down at the city from this angle for the first time, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She trotted over to the guardrail of the viewing platform, standing on her tiptoes, wishing she could embrace the entire dazzling sea of lights.
From the mountaintop plaza, they could already see the city lights in the distance.
Fang Jun looked at the girls' joyful expressions and cleared his throat. "It's still early. Let's sit in the rest area for a while and enjoy the scenery before heading up. Caicaizi, I see you seem to have a few mosquito bites; your arm is all red."
Saying that, Fang Jun had already grabbed Cai Junhuang's wrist and started walking toward the rest area.
Then came another merciless iron elbow strike.
Fang Jun curled up instantly like a cooked shrimp, the smile on his face freezing into a mask of pain.
Cai Junhuang expressionlessly withdrew her elbow and shot him a cold glare.
"Hmph! Trying to take advantage of me, huh."
Fang Jun clutched his abdomen. "We're muscle bros, how can that count as taking advantage?"
Another merciless iron elbow strike.
This time, Fang Jun stumbled backward two steps and landed flat on his butt.
Lin Jiajun and Ma Li couldn't hold back their laughter as they went to help him up.
"I was just trying to be nice." Fang Jun sat on the ground looking wronged, pouting his lips.
This made Cai Junhuang huff in exasperation, and she grabbed him to pull him up from the ground.
Then she held out her open hand.
"Where's the mosquito repellent?!"
"Huh? Oh, oh, oh, it's in my pocket."
Saying that, Fang Jun pulled out the mosquito repellent.
Cai Junhuang simply waved her hand. "Sisters, we have mosquito repellent. Who wants to use it?"
Lv Na and Mai Chuwen both walked over.
"Thank you, Junhuang."
Fang Jun was left standing all alone, completely bewildered in the wind.
"Wait... I mean..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
