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Chapter 30: Time Feels Like Years

In the early morning, feeling the surge of energy within him, Peter Parker, full of pride, slowly walked down the stairs. Aunt May and Uncle Ben had already prepared breakfast for him on the table.

Seeing Peter come down, Aunt May smiled gently and said, "You've been sleeping since you came back yesterday noon. Come and eat, I cooked extra."

"Thank you, Aunt May. I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now," Peter said gratefully as he sat down to eat.

While eating, Ben Parker casually turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the morning news.

On the New York City morning news, a reporter stands in front of the bank robbed yesterday, solemnly announcing: "As you can see, yesterday morning's robbery has officially ended with one security guard injured, six robbers dead, and one robber incapacitated."

"Was there another robbery in New York City yesterday?" Peter asked, his eyes glued to the television as he ate.

"Of course, it caused quite a stir; even I heard about it," Uncle Ben said.

"The reason this happened was not due to the New York Police Department, but because one of the kidnapped hostages subdued the situation," the reporter said on television. A moment later, a photo of White Night was inserted and placed next to the reporter.

The moment Peter saw that handsome face in the photo, his ravenous eating stopped abruptly. He stared blankly at the television, and an uncontrollable exclamation escaped from his mouth, which was stuffed full of food: "Wang Defa!"

"Isn't this young man handsome? Yesterday, many young women at my workplace secretly printed out his photos using a color printer," Aunt Mei said mischievously.

"No, he... this..." Peter was completely at a loss for words, feeling as if the whole world had changed after he had just woken up.

I woke up to find my strength suddenly increased, and my classmate suddenly appeared on TV and killed six armed robbers. What's wrong with this world?

After stammering for a while, seeing that Aunt May and Uncle Ben knew nothing about it, Peter chose not to explain anymore. He quickly wolfed down the food on the table and then got up and boarded the school bus.

He tried dialing Bai Ye's phone number halfway there, but was told it was switched off.

Unable to get confirmation immediately, he could only sigh. But when he looked up, he found his goddess Mary Jane walking towards him with a smile on her face.

Looking at his goddess's beautiful face, Peter's heart inevitably began to race, and he began to feel that today was his lucky day.

But then he heard Mary Jane look at him with concern and say, "Peter, do you know where White Night went? We tried calling him yesterday but couldn't get through. Can you contact him?"

Peter's expectant expression vanished, and under Mary Jane's disappointed gaze, he shook his head dejectedly, indicating that he didn't know.

……

At noon, in the gym, Bai Ye, having once again pushed her body to its limits due to the arrival of new training equipment, sat cross-legged on the floor.

As he formed hand seals, a continuous stream of purple energy surged from his face, swirling around Bai Ye's head like rosy clouds.

During cultivation, one can condense purple energy into clouds that swirl above one's head. This kind of aura during cultivation is something that no previous practitioner of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill has ever possessed.

Behind him, Smith, sweating profusely, kept swinging his steel rod at Bai Ye's back, but he couldn't even budge Bai Ye's body.

Half an hour later, Bai Ye raised his hands to form a five-pointed-to-the-sky posture, then slowly finished his practice, feeling the extra wisp of internal energy within his body, feeling completely satisfied.

The Purple Cloud Divine Skill requires mediocre people to meditate for half a day to generate even a trace of Purple Cloud True Qi, while even a peerless genius needs fifteen minutes to generate even a trace.

According to the description by Junzijian in the group, the standard for judging internal strength in the martial arts world is based on how much true qi a mediocre person cultivates.

A single strand of true qi is equivalent to a day's worth of cultivation for an ordinary person. Ten strands make up one thread. Thirty-six threads in the body represent a year's worth of internal energy, three hundred and sixty threads represent ten years' worth of internal energy, and three thousand six hundred threads represent a hundred years' worth of true qi.

With a physical attribute of 1.8, Bai Ye can generate a wisp of Purple Cloud True Qi every three minutes, which is more than ten times faster than his original self. He only needs to cultivate for sixteen hours to have the internal strength of an ordinary person for a year.

A genius's one day of practice is equivalent to an ordinary person's one year of practice; this is perhaps the origin of the idiom "a day feels like a year."

After finishing his training, Bai Ye turned around and looked at Smith, who was already exhausted and sitting to the side panting, and said, "Your stamina is seriously affecting my training progress."

"Hey, Bai, that's a bit much. For an ordinary person like me, being able to hit at full power for two or three minutes is already considered having plenty of stamina. Not everyone is like you," Smith complained.

"I know, I'm not criticizing you, I'm just thinking of ways to improve your physical condition," Bai Ye pondered.

"You can hire a few more people to beat you up," Smith said, but Bai Ye immediately rejected the idea: "At my current rate of progress, I don't trust anyone else. They might report me at any time. Only you can help me with my cultivation."

Bai Ye thought to himself, "I have too many secrets, so it's not advisable for me to have too much contact with others while training. Besides, Smith's personality is easy to manipulate, and I know where he lives. Even if he were to reveal it, he would have to consider my retaliation. Others are not so safe."

Hearing that Bai Ye trusted him so much, Smith, who was unaware of his inner thoughts, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Ye said, "I'll teach you the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, the martial art that made purple clouds appear on my face when I was meditating just now."

"Chinese Kung Fu?" Smith's eyes widened. "Bai, are you going to teach me?"

"More or less," Bai Ye said. He planned to write down the Zixia Divine Skill from memory when he got back tonight and then give it to Smith to practice.

The reason they were so kind to him wasn't really to get Smith to help him improve his physique.

After all, given this guy's aptitude, it would be quite an achievement if he could master the Zixia Divine Skill within ten years. His main purpose was to prepare for the deal with the club owner a month later.

Yes, the so-called billion-dollar deal that Bai Ye mentioned yesterday is the Purple Cloud Divine Skill.

The reason the training was scheduled for a month later is because Bai Ye currently lacks confidence in his own strength, so he plans to train for a month first to see the results.

If his strength is still weak after a month, he can simply cancel the meeting and wait until he is strong enough before making the deal. In any case, he has the initiative.

"By the way, it's almost noon now, you should go back first." Bai Ye checked the time and said, "You look quite tired this morning, rest a bit more, and come back after three o'clock."

"Thank you, boss." Smith said gratefully. After hearing that Bai Ye's kung fu could be replicated and that he was going to pass it on to him, he wished he could immediately become Bai Ye's apprentice.

As Smith walked out of the club, Bai Ye took out a glass jar from the shadows. The jar contained sulfuric acid with a purity of 98.3%.

(End of this chapter)