In a perfect world, you start by relying on your own strength.

Fanti curled up, her fingertips gripping the gold sheets beneath her tightly, her heart filled with resentment, yet she forced herself not to let any emotion show.

She used to be high and mighty, looking down on the common people as worthless, but now, in the eyes of this once most lowly commoner, she doesn't even have the interest to give him a second glance or touch.

Humiliation, resentment, and a vague sense of panic mingled together, making her chest feel tight.

Shi Geng glanced at Fanti, whose expression was constantly changing, shook his head slightly, and turned to walk towards the door.

But as soon as she took a step, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a delicate but tightly clenched small hand.

"Breeding is the top priority of the Lighthouse, and as a member of the Lighthouse, you must cooperate unconditionally."

He looked back and saw that Vatican had regained all his panic and humiliation, his face cold and indifferent, as if he had returned to being the stern, rule-abiding Lightbringer.

That night, the doors to the Dawn Hall remained closed for a long time, until dawn broke, when the alloy doors slowly opened from the inside.

Shi Geng strode out from inside, his clothes neat and his expression calm, as if he had just completed a trivial matter, without even a ripple of emotion between his brows.

"Tell Charles to give me a breeding assignment next time, and not one this boring one."

After saying that, Shi Geng left without looking back.

The priests standing guard on the side all froze on the spot, looking at each other in bewilderment. Did they think their leader was a pimp?

But is Lord He Guang Zhe alright?

The group of priests instinctively looked into the room and immediately saw the messy bed.

The once aloof and decisive Lightbringer, Vatican, was now curled up there, covered by a sheet, his face pale, his eyes closed, already unconscious.

Someone was about to step forward to check, but was held back tightly by their companion, who frantically gave them meaningful glances.

Shi Geng's words before leaving still echoed in his ears: the other party didn't even respect the head of the association, let alone them, the priests.

No one dared to get involved, and no one dared to say a word.

After a long pause, the person in charge finally gave a trembling order: "Quickly... carry the person away and find a doctor or nurse to treat them. Just say... that they fainted due to weakness after a mission."

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Despite the chaos in the Dawn Hall, Shi Geng had already arrived at the Hunter Training Ground with light steps.

As soon as he appeared, all the hunters who were doing their morning exercises turned their attention to him.

Mo Cheng immediately grinned and leaned closer, looking him up and down and winking, "Instructor, how was it? How did it feel?"

"What, how is it?"

Shi Geng raised an eyebrow, his expression indifferent.

"That's the Dawn Hall, right? Instructor, how long did you stay inside?"

Mo Cheng winked and made faces, looking like he already knew the truth.

Shi Geng glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "Nothing much. The mission was just a formality, nothing interesting."

Mo Cheng's eyes widened instantly. He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said with a gossipy look, "Boring? That's the Hall of Dawn! I heard Xuefeng say that place is practically paradise. I wonder when it will be my turn to go there."

Several sharp-eared hunters nearby also secretly glanced over, barely suppressing their laughter.

Shi Gen glanced at Mo Cheng, surprised that this guy, who usually looked so sleazy, was actually a greenhorn who had never seen the world.

He naturally had no interest in discussing the trivial matters of the Dawn Hall with Mo Cheng, regarding it as a trivial interlude.

Without replying, Shi Geng swept his gaze across the hunters who were still sneaking glances, his tone suddenly turning cold, instantly erasing all his nonchalance: "What are you looking at? Have nothing better to do?"

"Everyone assemble, warm-up complete, let's begin boxing practice."

"Anyone who dares to slack off today will have to practice horse stance for an hour."

The hunters, who had been whispering and gossiping, immediately became serious. No one dared to look around or chat anymore, and they quickly lined up in a neat row.

Mo Cheng quickly wiped the gossip off his face and dashed back to the team, but his mind was already racing—he'd go find Xue Feng to talk to after training. That guy used to be a well-known breeding expert at Lighthouse, so he definitely knew more about this than he did.

Time flew by, and several days passed. The lighthouse remained calm, and the hunters' training was already on track.

Under Shi Geng's almost forced and harsh exploitation, all the hunters began to come into contact with the cultivation method of circulating qi and blood, and their physiques became visibly stronger.

Nowadays, even the weakest player on the team can easily unleash several hundred kilograms of strength, while those with a bit more experience have already broken the thousand-kilogram mark. This was unimaginable in the past.

Especially Mark.

Whether it was due to his extraordinary genes or his physique being close to the training methods passed down by Shi Geng, his strength improved by leaps and bounds in just a few days. His aura was much heavier than before, and even the sound of the wind generated when he punched became unusually deep and fierce. His punching power had reached two thousand jin.

Mark himself was often shocked; at this rate of improvement, he might actually be able to tear apart a Devouring Beast with his bare hands. And this level was just the beginning; he was still far from truly seeing the results.

Shi Geng himself didn't have a moment to rest either.

After continuous adjustments and deductions over this period, he finally perfected a posture that was more in line with this world and could efficiently absorb energy—the Five Hearts Facing the Sky.

Sit cross-legged with your spine straight as a spear. Five acupoints—the Baihui point on the top of your head, the palms of your hands, and the soles of your feet—are opened simultaneously, like stars receiving the light of heaven.

Every pore on his body opened up, and wisps of almost invisible energy were forcibly pulled in, flowing along his meridians into his dantian.

As he sat with his eyes closed in meditation, his aura was as deep and restrained as an abyss. To outsiders, he appeared unremarkable, but only he knew that the power within him was steadily increasing at a terrifying speed.

The physical body, meridians, bones, and even every inch of flesh and blood, every cell, are being repeatedly washed and tempered by cosmic energy.

Suddenly, an invisible energy in the world surged toward him like a raging vortex!

The swelling between my eyebrows suddenly reached its peak, and the next moment, it felt as if an invisible barrier had shattered.

Shi Geng's mind jolted, and his consciousness was instantly pulled away from his body into a mysterious space.

This place is vast and desolate, with no sky or earth, only endless gray-white mist churning ceaselessly.

At the center of the mist, a dazzling golden sphere hangs suspended, like an ancient star, silently rotating. With each rotation, it releases wisps of extremely pure mist, keeping the mist in this space so thick that it cannot be dispersed.

Shi Geng could clearly see that wisps of almost transparent cosmic energy were continuously penetrating into this mysterious space from the outside.

As external cosmic energy surged in, the golden sphere spun faster and faster, its light growing ever brighter.

As soon as they entered, the energy flowed like rivers into the sea, instantly drawn in and assimilated by the golden sphere in the center, transforming into the ever-swirling mist in the space.