High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 11 Father's Surprise
Time slips away quietly amidst sweat and mechanical repetition.

For most students at the Extreme Martial Arts Academy, the past two weeks have been tedious, exhausting, and filled with confusion.

But for Qin Feng, these were the most fulfilling fifteen days of his life.

There was no other reason than that he believed his efforts would be rewarded!

The rewards are visible to the naked eye!
I no longer have to suffer from the root cause of the illness like before.

Night, "Silver Gull" community, seventeenth floor.

Qin Feng sat in his cramped room, still feeling the lingering heat from his training.

Instead of falling asleep immediately as usual, he turned on his personal terminal on his wrist.

The jar of spiritual energy potion given to me by Sun Chantang contained a vast yet gentle amount of energy, which was completely depleted during yesterday's training.

From today onward, each of his "damage-recovery-improvement" cycles will rely entirely on his own recovery ability and external food supplements.

The efficiency of cultivation will undoubtedly decrease.

Therefore, before that, he needs to conduct a comprehensive review of the achievements of the past two weeks.

He brought up his personal information interface.

A pale blue light screen floated in the air, with rows of data clearly displayed on it, silently recording the results of his fifteen days and nights of arduous practice.

Name: Qin Feng

Vitality Index: 0.89

This number has already firmly surpassed the minimum admission score of 0.8 for ordinary middle schools.

They are now just one step away from becoming a top-tier martial arts high school (1.0).

He turned off his personal information and opened his physical function test record.

This is the result of his self-funded test at the martial arts gym today.

[Punching power test (right hand): 498KG]

[100-meter sprint time: 10.2 seconds]

[Neural reaction speed: 0.09 seconds]

Every single statistic far exceeds the average level of a fifteen-year-old student.

In this world, a vitality index of 1.0 is required to officially enter the threshold of a first-level martial artist, whose physical qualities are roughly equivalent to breaking through the physiological limits known to humans in the old era.

Qin Feng's current data is approaching that critical point.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the panel that only he could see, located deep within his consciousness.

Heaven rewards diligence; tireless hard work pays off.

[Host: Qin Feng]

Vitality Index: 0.89

[The refining method has been mastered:]

[Imperial Basic Body Tempering Method (Beginner Level)]

[Proficiency: 72/100]

[Tip: Reaching a proficiency level of 100 will advance you to the Lesser Mastery stage.]

Over fifteen days, with a daily proficiency increase of 4 points, a total of 60 points were gained.

With the original 12 points, the proficiency level has reached 72 points.

There are still 28 points away from "minor success".

It will only take a maximum of seven days.

Qin Feng turned off all the light screens, and the room returned to darkness.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his fists clenching unconsciously.

The feeling of power filling every part of your body is so real, so captivating.

Just then, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

"Still not asleep?"

It was Qin Dahai's voice. He didn't turn on the light, but walked to Qin Feng's bedside using the dim light coming in from the living room.

"dad."

Qin Feng stood up.

Qin Dahai was holding something in his hand.

He handed the item to Qin Feng.

It was a white metal can without any labels.

Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was very familiar with this metal can.

In terms of size, shape, and material, it is exactly the same as the jar that Sun Chantang gave him half a month ago.

"this is……"

Qin Feng's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Basic psionic potion."

Qin Dahai's voice remained as steady as ever. He placed the metal can into Qin Feng's hand, where it felt cold and heavy.

“Martial arts training cannot rely solely on hard work and eating. The body’s recovery and evolution require a massive amount of spiritual energy as fuel. This kind of spiritual energy potion is the most basic and universal fuel.”

He paused, then continued, "The standard medicines circulating in the Imperial market are mainly divided into three types based on concentration and purity: basic, intermediate, and advanced. These correspond to the needs of the first three levels of martial artists. The one you have is basic."

Qin Feng looked down at the metal can in his hand and thought of Sun Chantang again. He then realized that the seemingly rough museum owner had casually given him something so precious.

He immediately raised his wrist, opened the terminal, entered the Empire's officially certified online store, and typed "basic psionic potion" into the search bar.

The search results popped up quickly.

Among the dazzling array of products, that familiar white metal can was prominently listed.

Below it, a line of striking scarlet numbers was marked.

Price: 10000 Imperial Coins/jar

Ten thousand!
Qin Feng's fingers froze in mid-air.

My father's monthly salary was only 10,000 Imperial Coins.

After treating his illness for seven or eight years and enrolling him in a martial arts school, the family had spent all their savings, and his uncle even contributed 10,000 yuan.

Now, where did Father get 10,000 yuan to buy this medicine?
He suddenly raised his head to look at his father, his lips moved, and countless questions stuck in his throat.

Qin Dahai seemed to read his mind and said before he could speak, "You don't need to worry about the money. I've already advanced several months' wages from the factory and assured the management."

"Your only task now is to cultivate. Don't think about anything else, just focus all your energy on preparing for the high school entrance exam. As long as you can get into Wudao High School, it will all be worth it."

He patted Qin Feng on the shoulder; that one-armed hand was thick and powerful.

Qin Feng looked at his father's face, its features clearly defined in the darkness, and at his calm yet unquestionable eyes, and swallowed back all his questions.

He took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Dad, I understand."

After saying that, he turned on his personal terminal again and showed the string of numbers that represented his hard work over the past two weeks to his father.

"Dad, look."

Vitality Index: 0.89

[Punching power test (right hand): 498KG]

[100-meter sprint time: 10.2 seconds]

[Neural reaction speed: 0.09 seconds]

Qin Dahai's gaze fell on the string of numbers.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The man who had supported his family with his silence and perseverance swayed almost imperceptibly when he saw that number.

His breathing suddenly became heavy.

He stretched out his calloused right hand, his fingers trembling slightly, as if to touch the light screen floating in the air, as if to confirm that it was not an illusion.

"0...89?"

He squeezed out those words, one by one, from his throat, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

Qin Dahai was shocked.

He had served in the army and was a third-level martial artist. Although his physical functions had greatly declined due to the injury caused by the "Flame Demon", his vision was still intact!
half a month.

In just half a month.

From a sickly boy with a vitality index of only 0.41, diagnosed by doctors as having a damaged foundation and no future, to a prospective martial artist whose vitality index has soared to 0.89, just one step away from a top martial arts high school.

What kind of speed of progress is this?

This can no longer be described as "lightning speed".

This is simply a miracle!
Qin Dahai suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Qin Feng. His usually calm eyes were now churning with disbelief, shock, and ecstasy.

"Okay...okay! Great!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice getting louder and louder until it was almost a growl.

It was an explosion of emotions that had been suppressed for too long, finding an outlet in an instant.

"Genius! My son is a genius!"

Qin Dahai grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder and shook him hard. He could no longer suppress his smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out because of this extreme joy.

"I knew it! I knew you were talented, son! It was that damned illness that held you back! Now that the illness is gone, your talent has fully blossomed!"

In the Empire's martial arts theory, the most crucial factors in a person's training speed, besides effort and the amount of resources, are "spiritual energy utilization rate" and "comprehension".

Leaving aside comprehension for now, it has little impact on the first three levels of martial artists.

As for the utilization rate of psionic energy, it has a huge impact!

For example, a single basic psionic potion may contain 100 units of psionic energy.

For people with average aptitude, the body's absorption and conversion efficiency may only be 10%, and ultimately only 10 units of spiritual energy can be converted into personal growth.

Geniuses, on the other hand, have an innate and extremely high affinity between their bodies and psychic energy, with an absorption and conversion efficiency that may be 20%, 30%, or even higher.

With the same resources and the same effort, a genius can progress several times faster than an ordinary person.

In Qin Dahai’s view, there is only one explanation for Qin Feng’s terrifying progress in the past half month – his son is a martial arts genius with an extremely high rate of spiritual energy utilization!

"Drink it!"

Qin Dahai pushed the jar of psionic potion further into Qin Feng's arms, his tone filled with undeniable excitement.

"With this potion, you might even have a chance to reach level 1.0 and become a true level one martial artist before the high school entrance exam!"

"Son, our efforts have not been in vain!"

Qin Feng held the heavy jar of medicine, feeling the warmth from his father's hand, and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, Dad."

(End of this chapter)