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Chapter 314 Fifty Points of Physique, Physical Vessel
Despite having just received a Grandmaster-level attribute reward, Fang Cheng did not immediately immerse himself in joy and choose to allocate attribute points.

He took a deep breath, forcibly calming his agitated emotions, and glanced warily around.

The sky was completely bright.

The old tenement building under my feet, and the surrounding buildings of varying heights, are all clearly bathed in the morning light.

The streets are filled with the sounds of early risers.

The sounds of car horns, breakfast vendors' calls, and bicycle bells intertwined, converging into the prelude to the city's awakening, faintly drifting up to the rooftop.

Fang Cheng raised his hand and glanced at the sports watch on his wrist.

6: 53.

It's almost time; Mom should be getting up soon.

Fang Cheng quickly gathered up the training equipment scattered on the rooftop, then carefully carried them down the stairs.

When I got home and opened the door, my mother, Li Biyun, was already up.

She was dressed in simple home clothes and busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The porridge simmering in the pot emitted a faint aroma of rice.

My mother works as a caregiver in a hospital and is used to getting up early; she can't stay idle even at home.

"Chengcheng, you're back from your workout? Go wash up, breakfast will be ready soon."

Seeing her son covered in sweat, Li Biyun smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

"I got it, Mom."

Fang Cheng responded, put the equipment in the corner of the living room, and then went into the bathroom.

Turn on the tap, and the cool tap water splashes on your body, washing away the heat and fatigue after your morning exercise.

As he washed his body, he focused his attention on the control panel.

【Strength: 40】

[Agility: 40]

[Physique: 46]

【Spirit: 50】

[Free attribute points: 12]

My gaze swept over the four main attributes and finally settled on the "Constitution" column.

After the Spirit attribute reaches 50 points.

Fang Cheng could clearly feel that his sensory acuity, mental clarity, and control over his own state had all made a qualitative leap.

So, what changes will occur when your physical fitness score exceeds 50?

Fang Cheng considered how to allocate skill points.

A strong physique means stronger physical defense, faster recovery speed, and better endurance.

These are fundamentally crucial for any combat situation.

In particular, having a strong physique is undoubtedly a huge advantage when performing moves like "infinite combos" that put a great strain on the body.

After all, to throw punches continuously at supersonic speeds requires not only explosive power but also extreme agility.

Even more so, a strong physical body is needed to withstand that terrifying reaction force and energy impact.

And physical constitution is the foundation of all of this.

After a moment's thought, Fang Cheng made his decision.

"First, raise your Constitution to 50 points!"

With a thought, the number representing "free attribute points" on the panel instantly jumped from "12" to "8".

Correspondingly, the 4 points of freedom attribute were also silently integrated into the "Constitution".

As the progress bar continued to rise, a warm yet powerful energy suddenly surged from the deepest part of his body.

Like a river thawing in spring, it quickly flows to every part of the body.

Bathed in this warm current, every cell seemed to let out a joyful groan.

Muscles, bones, internal organs... every part of the body is undergoing a wondrous and profound transformation under the nourishment of abundant vitality.

Fang Cheng clenched his fist, and at this moment he could clearly feel that his muscle fibers were becoming stronger and his bone density was quietly increasing.

The function of internal organs has also been significantly improved, and the heart beats more steadily and powerfully.

This feeling is completely different from the violent expansion or extreme compression that I experienced when my strength or agility attributes broke through 40 points.

It is more like a sublimation of the essence of life, a comprehensive and holistic enhancement from the inside out.

A moment later, as the heat gradually subsided, the physical attribute stabilized at the number "50".

Fang Cheng carefully sensed the changes in his body.

The overall reaction to this breakthrough of 50 points in physique was not as dramatic as when any of the previous attributes broke through 40 points.

It looked very natural, as if it were the natural thing to do.

"Based on past experience, 20 points is an extraordinary threshold, and 40 points is a major hurdle for the human body."

"So, will the threshold for the next qualitative change be 60 points?"

Fang Cheng murmured thoughtfully.

Just then, his eyes suddenly narrowed, as if he had noticed something.

His gaze involuntarily fell to the area below his lower abdomen, specifically the dantian.

Upon introspection.

There, it was still a vast, boundless, calm, and azure sea.

As for the depths of this tranquil ocean, there is a faint, fiery red light, like molten lava.

It is still like a dormant underwater volcano, secretly surging with scorching and powerful energy.

Everything seemed the same as usual.

The only difference is...

The water level in this "ocean" has dropped significantly compared to before.

"The total amount of true qi... has decreased?"

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

This discovery surprised him somewhat.

I thought about it briefly.

Although I did consume a lot of my true energy recently due to using qigong to fight a powerful enemy and the subsequent healing, etc.

But every time he returns home, he immediately takes out the ancient remains from the safe to absorb energy radiation and replenish his losses.

Moreover, Fang Cheng's morning exercise today was merely a matter of practicing breathing techniques to guide the flow of internal energy and slightly restore his physical strength.

Logically, this level of consumption should be minimal.

Why does the total amount of true qi decrease significantly?
Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, and a flash of inspiration struck him, allowing him to vaguely grasp the crux of the problem.

From the perspective of modern anatomy, there is no specific organ in the human body called "Dantian".

Or rather, the dantian is inherently an ethereal and intangible thing.

It is only in Qigong and Daoist alchemy theories that it is imagined as the central hub for the gathering and circulation of human energy.

Practitioners can visualize this object and use specific breathing techniques to gather, refine, and mobilize the energy within their bodies, which is known as "qi".

Although the specific location of the dantian cannot be found in reality, the human body itself is a complete world.

Every tiny movement can trigger a chain reaction in other parts of the body.

Every breath inhaled and exhaled, every drop of blood flowing, exists within the "microcosm" of the human body, forming a complex and intricate circulatory system.

"If my physical body is like a container..."

"The stronger the physique, the more robust the material of the container, and the larger its volume."

"In this way, it will naturally be able to contain and carry more true qi, that is, life energy!"

"The more abundant the life energy, the stronger the individual's vitality, and the faster the body recovers, the more endurance it has, and the more resistant it is to shocks."

"Conversely, when the volume of a container suddenly expands in a short period of time due to a breakthrough in its physical properties, but the total amount of energy stored inside does not increase accordingly, the water level will naturally drop significantly."

From this perspective, the so-called "dantian" or the "sea of ​​true qi" seen through internal vision is more like a concrete manifestation of one's physical strength, that is, physical attributes.

Having figured this out, Fang Cheng felt a sudden sense of clarity.

He then let out a long breath and turned his gaze back to the attribute panel.

At this moment, you have 8 free attribute points remaining.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Cheng made a decisive decision to add all 8 attribute points to Strength.

A familiar warmth surged through my body once again.

But this time, unlike when I broke through 40 points, it didn't bring about a rapid expansion of muscles and an exaggerated change in body shape.

Fang Cheng could feel his muscles becoming firmer and more bulging, brimming with explosive power.

He also appears slightly more robust than before.

However, his overall physique didn't change much. It was merely an increase in strength, not a qualitative leap.

"Gululu..."

A clear rumbling sound came from my abdomen, completely out of place.

Fang Cheng helplessly rubbed his stomach.

Each time you add points, it's always accompanied by a huge energy consumption.

I glanced at the panel after the values ​​were updated:
【Strength: 48】

[Agility: 40]

[Physique: 50]

【Spirit: 50】

Fang Cheng quickly finished showering, changed into a clean T-shirt and casual pants, and walked out of the bathroom.

The morning sunlight streamed softly through the living room window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

On the dining table, Li Biyun had already arranged a sumptuous breakfast neatly.

The steaming white rice porridge was cooked to perfection, with the rice grains blooming and emitting a faint fragrance.

Next to it are two golden, tempting fried eggs, with slightly crispy edges.

A plate of crisp, green stir-fried vegetables, seemingly still carrying the scent of morning dew.

What's even more eye-catching is a basket of plump, white meat buns, with the rich filling inside barely visible.

Next to it was a cup of warm milk and a small dish of homemade pickled radishes, their bright colors tempting.

"Come and eat, Chengcheng."

Li Biyun took off her apron, a gentle smile on her face.

“It’s tough getting up early to exercise every day, so Mom specially prepared extra of your favorite foods.”

"Thank you, Mom."

Fang Cheng felt a warmth in his heart and pulled out a chair to sit down.

He then picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a hot meat bun, and took a big bite without any hesitation.

The soft dough and savory beef filling burst with flavor on the taste buds.

What seemed like a simple, everyday meal tasted exceptionally sweet and delicious to him at that moment.

After a high-intensity morning workout and additional energy expenditure, the body urgently needs to replenish its energy.

Fang Cheng deliberately controlled his eating speed, not wanting his mother to notice anything unusual.

But the instinctive hunger made him subconsciously speed up his swallowing.

Li Biyun watched her son wolf down his food, her eyes filled with loving care and a hint of barely perceptible heartache.

She reached out with her chopsticks and placed a poached egg into Fang Cheng's bowl.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. If you're not full, I'll fry you a few more eggs."

"Uh-huh……"

Fang Cheng's mouth was stuffed full, and he mumbled a few indistinct responses.

After swallowing the food in his mouth and drinking a large gulp of milk, he finally recovered and smiled apologetically:

"Mom, your steamed buns are so delicious! I haven't had such a satisfying meal in ages."

Upon hearing this, Li Biyun's eyes welled up with tears, and she was filled with mixed emotions.

For the past six months, I've been running back and forth between the hospital and home all day because of my father's stomach cancer treatment, and I've indeed neglected to take care of my son.

Fortunately, those most difficult days are finally over, and the family's financial situation is much better than before.

She sighed inwardly, then a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"From now on, Mom will cook these delicious foods for you every day and raise you to be strong and healthy."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and a hint of joy appeared in her eyes.

"By the way, Chengcheng, do you remember the child named Xiaobao in the next ward when your grandfather was hospitalized?"

Fang Cheng paused slightly as he shoveled the white porridge into his bowl.

Of course he remembered the little boy who had leukemia but was exceptionally sensible and well-behaved.

And then there was that couple who, in their desperate search for medical treatment for their child, went to great lengths, even resorting to high-interest loans.

It was in the hospital that she intervened to stop the thugs who came to collect debts, and that's how she unexpectedly met Ma Donghe.

"What's wrong, Mom? Xiao Bao's illness..."

Fang Cheng asked in confusion.

Li Biyun smiled and waved her hand, saying:
"There's no problem. Xiao Bao's leukemia surgery last month was very successful!"

“His father, Mr. Wu, brought the child to the hospital for a follow-up visit a few days ago. The doctor said the child was recovering very well. Mr. Wu was so happy that he bought several bags of oranges and specially gave them to us to eat.”

"Ah, the family has finally made it through the tough times, and there's finally hope for the future!"

Upon hearing this news, Fang Cheng's slightly tense nerves quietly relaxed.

The scene I witnessed through that spiritual resonance involuntarily surfaced in my mind—

In the slightly old but clean and tidy home, Xiao Bao sat in front of the TV, obediently doing his homework on the coffee table.

Her little face was flushed with a healthy blush.

A slight smile unconsciously crept onto Fang Cheng's lips.

"That's great."

He said it sincerely.

Halfway through the meal, the porridge in the bowl was almost gone.

As Li Biyun cleared her own dishes, she casually asked:

"Chengcheng, what are your plans for this afternoon?"

"I remember you're taking your postgraduate entrance exam interview at the end of the month, right?"

She happens to be off work today and doesn't need to go to the hospital.

The resignation procedures I completed earlier will officially take effect on the 20th of this month.

As for the renovation of the new house in Wanghu Town, Li Dingjian is personally overseeing it, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

Therefore, Li Biyun had a rare moment of leisure today and planned to go to Gufeng Temple outside the city with her son.

I prayed to the Buddha, burned incense, and prayed for my son's success in his exams, hoping he would be admitted to his desired university.

Fang Cheng picked up the milk glass and drank the last sip of warm milk.

As if she had anticipated her mother's question, she replied nonchalantly:
"Mom, I have an appointment with my colleagues this afternoon, so I might be back a little late."

Upon hearing this, Li Biyun immediately stopped what she was doing, her eyes lighting up as she stared intently at her son.

"Dating?"

She asked tentatively:

"Is it a female colleague or a male colleague?"

Amused by his mother's gossipy manner, Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly.

"It's a male colleague, Mom."

He then put down his cup, and with his usual calm smile, explained:

“When I first joined that company, a senior colleague took special care of me and gave me guidance on many work-related problems.”

“It seems like he’s been having some trouble at home lately, and I was thinking of going over to check on him and see if I could help in any way I could.”

This reason sounds reasonable and is consistent with Fang Cheng's helpful nature.

"Oh, so that's it."

Li Biyun nodded, her expression somewhat disappointed, but she still gave the instructions:

"Okay, go ahead. It's only right to help your colleagues, but don't push yourself too hard."

"If you come back late, call your mom."

"I got it, Mom."

Fang Cheng responded.

He didn't tell his mother the truth.

Because the place he was going to in the afternoon was neither a company nor a colleague's home.

Instead, it was located in the suburbs, in an orphanage called "House of Dawn".

Fang Cheng wanted to see it for himself.

How exactly will this "demon-hunting operation," meticulously planned by Noah's organization and targeting Cheng Jiashu, potentially also affecting innocent children, unfold?

As for himself, how should he approach the turbulent waters that are about to be stirred up?

(End of this chapter)