Finishing the Poem Was Like Unsheathing a Blade
編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ten breaths went by in a flash.
The house fell into pin drop silence.
After a long while, Fang Lang finally uncurled himself and clambered up from the bed. Droplets of sweat rolled down every inch of his body.
He leaned against the bed frame. Arm extended, he clenched his muscles lightly. He could hear the faint sound of vital energy coursing within.
One Physical Buff Card was equivalent to an entire year of a martial arts disciple's training. The pain of a whole year's training was condensed into ten breaths. The traumatic experience still lingered in Fang Lang's mind.
Nonetheless, it was a fruitful process. A stronger body meant stronger meridians, stronger vital energy and increased physical strength.
Improvement in these aspects would be reflected directly in his cultivation abilities.
A smile appeared in Fang Lang's face. The 'training' had brought him much enlightenment about physical training.