I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Ye appeared on the training ground on time.

Cheng Fang glanced at the time, then at the soy milk in his hand.

"Did you dare to eat before the retest?"

Zhou Heng said it's okay to eat small amounts.

Lin Ye shook the bag.

"I didn't add sugar."

Cheng Fang reached out and took the soy milk away, placing it aside.

"Drink after you finish running."

The rest of the group arrived as well.

Tang Zhi stood with her arms crossed by the track, while Qin Zhao was adjusting the timing equipment. Xu Mian was squatting to the side tying her shoelaces when she saw Lin Ye, her gaze lingering on him for two seconds.

"Have you lost weight?"

"The hotel food is terrible."

"You've been here for three days and still haven't eaten well?"

Lin Ye blushed and coughed.

"Let's change the subject."

Cheng Fang tucked the record board under his arm.

"Run ten kilometers first."

Lin Ye stood on the runway.

He knows this project very well.

When he first joined the second group, Cheng Fang made him run ten kilometers. He started to doubt his life after running five kilometers. In the last two kilometers, it felt like his lungs were stuffed with a ball of red-hot steel wire. Even Xu Mian followed beside him, afraid that he would collapse.

When I started running today, there were no particularly noticeable changes in my body.

For the first two kilometers, my breathing was still a bit erratic.

After the third kilometer, Lin Ye actively guided the spiritual energy, allowing it to flow slowly along the seven basic meridians.

The familiar tightness in my chest did not appear.

The soreness in my legs also came on later than before.

He didn't suddenly become incredibly fast; he just realized that his stamina was no longer like a leaky bucket, leaking out with every step.

At the fifth kilometer, breathing stabilized.

At the seventh kilometer, my steps were still firm.

When she reached the ninth kilometer, Xu Mian had already stood up from beside the finish line.

Tang Zhi glanced at the time.

"Is he still holding back?"

Qin Zhao stared at the timer.

"The speed in the last kilometer is still increasing."

Lin Ye couldn't hear them talking.

All I could hear was my own breathing, the sound of my shoes scraping against the track, and the soft rustling of the spiritual energy flowing through my body.

Everything went smoothly.

In the last half lap, he tried to accelerate.

His legs felt as if they had finally been freed from the sandbags that had been tied for so long, and his stride lengthened dramatically.

After crossing the finish line, Lin Ye ran another ten meters or so before slowing down.

He didn't support his knees.

No dry heaving.

He can even stand up and catch his breath.

Cheng Fang pressed the stop button to stop the timer.

Lin Ye walked back and went to get his own soy milk first.

"How long did it take?"

"It's 15 minutes and 40 seconds faster than last time."

Lin Ye inserted a straw and took a big gulp.

The soy milk has gone cold.

He found it even sweeter than before.

The passing grade that I used to struggle to reach even with all my might, I easily crossed after just three days of training.

Cheng Fang didn't give him much time to reflect.

"Obstacle Course".

Climbing walls, low stakes, rope nets, balance beams, and dragging with heavy loads.

Lin Ye's first attempt still had two movements that were not up to standard. When he was climbing over the high wall, his toes brushed against the edge of the wall.

But after landing, he didn't stop.

The spiritual energy was drawn to his arms and waist, and the heavy box that he used to have to grit his teeth to drag only made his steps a little heavier today.

During the final crawl, his knee hit the ground, and he gasped in pain.

After crossing the finish line, Tang Zhi handed me a bottle of water.

"good."

Lin Ye took it.

"It's quite rare to hear those two words from you."

Don't be too happy yet.

Tang Zhi pointed to his knee.

"Cultivation only improves your physical health, it doesn't make you smarter."

"Can movement make you smarter?"

"At least stop using your knees to pave the way."

The second time, Lin Ye corrected both mistakes.

The results have reached the upper level.

Next is the reaction test.

Inside the training room, twelve motion-activated lights are positioned in different directions. Once lit, they must be touched within a specified time, in a completely random order.

When Lin Ye first tested this project, he often saw the light on and his mind was clear, but his body hadn't moved yet.

As soon as the first light came on today, he raised his hand to pat it.

The second lamp is behind me.

Lin Ye turned around a little slowly, his fingertips brushing past the edge of the lamp, but he failed to trigger it.

Before the third lamp lit up, the spiritual energy within his body, which had just calmed down, suddenly showed a slight fluctuation.

The light is on.

Lin Ye's hand fell at the same time.

Snapped.

It was faster than the previous two times.

He was startled.

The lights then continued to turn on.

Before the spiritual energy device is activated, a very faint electrical hum can be heard in the circuitry. In the past, these sounds were mixed in with the noise in the training room, and he would never have noticed them.

Now that the first pathway has stabilized, spiritual hearing seems to have become clearer.

He couldn't predict where the lights would be lit.

Yet, one can hear the device start up a fraction of a second earlier than the naked eye can see.

In that instant, the score was dramatically improved.

The last light went out, and Qin Zhao looked at the statistics.

"Reaction score, third in Group Two."

Xu Mian is ranked first, and Cheng Fang is ranked second.

Lin Ye looked at Tang Zhi.

Tang Zhi remained expressionless.

I'm not feeling well today.

"I haven't asked yet."

"It's written all over your face."

Lin Ye touched his face.

"Is it that obvious?"

"That's really annoying."

Their resistance to blows and strength tests also showed significant improvement.

But it wasn't so exaggerated as to break the equipment with a single punch.

Lin Ye's strengths are mainly in endurance, recovery, and reaction. His pure strength is only 30% higher than before, and there is still a significant gap between him and Qin Zhao and Cheng Fang.

Cheng Fang finished writing down the last piece of data.

"Overall performance: Above average for official field staff."

Lin Ye looked at the record sheet.

A few months ago, he was the only person in the second group who needed to have his training intensity reduced individually.

Now, he no longer needs his teammates to deliberately slow down and wait for him.

Cheng Fang pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom of the record board.

It was Lin Ye's original training schedule.

Physical fitness, endurance, obstacle courses, and basic combat skills—each item is listed in a densely packed manner.

Cheng Fang glanced at it twice and then tore it in half.

The sound of the paper tearing was not loud.

Lin Ye, however, found it particularly enjoyable to watch.

"From now on, we will train according to the official field service standards."

"Where are the guns?"

Cheng Fang then pulled out another form.

"Separate training in firearms."

Lin Ye's smile faded slightly.

An hour later, at the indoor firing range.

Lin Ye put on his goggles, checked the magazine, and raised his gun to aim.

Ten-meter fixed target.

First shot, seven rings.

The second shot, six rings.

The third shot finally went into the eight rings.

Compared to his previous ability to fire a burst of bullets without finding a single bullet hole, this is a huge improvement.

Ke Xumian stood to the side and casually fired ten shots.

The target paper was returned.

Ten bullet holes were squeezed near the bullseye.

Lin Ye remained silent for two seconds.

"Can't you just make a mistake once in a while?"

Xu Mian thought about it seriously.

"Last month, I got a nine-ring shot."

"Thank you, I feel comforted."

The opening is placed at the back.

"Stop talking, let's continue."

Lin Ye finished two more sets, and his score remained stable near the passing mark.

As physical fitness improves, the grip on the gun becomes more stable, and reaction time is faster. But accuracy, it seems, doesn't follow suit.

After training, Lin Ye took off his earmuffs.

Cheng Fang handed him the new training schedule.

The number of physical fitness events has decreased by nearly half.

The number of firearms items has doubled.

Lin Ye flipped to the last page and found that a new item had been added.

The basics of Reiki application.

"What is this?"

"Zhou Heng just informed me."

Cheng Fang looked towards the door.

Two researchers pushed a metal box into the firing range, with a red sign on the box indicating it was for high-risk martial arts experiments.

The sound of the All Souls Scripture came from the box.

"With the gunshot wounds like that, there's really not much hope left."

Lin Ye rolled up the training schedule and tapped the lid of the box.

"You'd better actually have a fighting technique."

A soft laugh came from inside the metal box.

"The Nine Breaths Tremor Chapter has been delivered."

"Mastering the first move will at least ensure that if you lose your gun in the future, you'll still have something to use."

Lin Ye raised his head.

At the end of the firing range, a composite wall specifically designed for testing the impact of magical artifacts slowly rises.

Cheng Fang tossed him a testing glove.

"Ten-minute break."

"Then try out the attack technique you want."

Lin Ye caught the gloves.

The fatigue from the 10-kilometer journey, obstacles, reaction time, and shooting is still there.

But he had already looked at the wall.

"It won't take more than ten minutes."

"Come now."