Fair and rosy, her complexion radiated an unusual vitality.

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Player: Chen Jue
Age: 27
Health Index: 98%
Strength: 0.95
Agility: 0.88
Intelligence: 1.22
Constitution: 1.56
Mastered Skills: [Boat Fist Lv1 (83/200)] [Twelve Forms of the Tendon Transformation Classic Lv1 (6/200)] [Eight Immortals Stance Lv1 (46/200)]
Available Free Attribute Points: 0.03

"My constitution has increased so much in one go!"

Chen Jue glanced at the clock and saw it was already 8 p.m. Just now, after several rounds of practicing the Twelve Forms of the Tendon Transformation Classic, two whole hours had slipped by without him noticing. Those two hours brought about tremendous changes for him—his constitution and health index had surged significantly in such a short span!

Even on the day he first learned the Eight Immortals Stance, he hadn’t witnessed such rapid growth in his attributes. His constitution had jumped by 0.22 at once! With a constitution of 1.56, Chen Jue was now half again as robust as an average adult male. As for the 98% health index, it meant his physical condition was so healthy that illness seemed almost impossible. While he hadn’t achieved total immunity, ordinary injuries and colds barely affected him anymore.

Of course, the skin that had reddened like a cooked shrimp began to return to normal after he finished his exercises. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His complexion was now fair and rosy, as if he’d undergone full-body photorejuvenation and sauna detoxification. He couldn’t recall the last time his skin had been so smooth—perhaps not since childhood.

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He suspected it had been only in his early youth, around ten years old, that he’d enjoyed such a unique, radiant complexion.

But that wasn’t all—Chen Jue noticed his vision had become blurry. When he took off his thick glasses, his usual 400-degree myopia and over 100-degree astigmatism surprisingly allowed him to see more clearly than before without them.

"Could it be that the increase in constitution and health index has cured my nearsightedness?" He felt a surge of joy. He never expected such benefits from practicing martial arts. Although his vision wasn't fully restored, judging by his current state, his myopia had likely dropped to between 100 and 200 degrees. He could now live normally without glasses.

Besides, Chen Jue felt far more energetic than usual! Even though he hadn’t had dinner, he didn’t feel hungry at all, as if his body was brimming with endless energy.

"The Tendon Transformation Classic truly deserves its reputation as Shaolin’s divine art!"

"Just reaching the introductory stage brings such a dramatic improvement in constitution. This skill must have been created specifically to enhance the human body."

"And combined with the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup, it achieved this unbelievable boost." Chen Jue calmed himself, pondering the principle behind it.

Although the Twelve Forms couldn’t increase strength or agility, nor did it accumulate free attribute points as efficiently as the Eight Immortals Stance, its effect on improving bodily functions was extraordinary. No wonder he had to practice so long—gaining just one skill point took half an hour.

It was likely that Shaolin monks had to endure years of arduous training to truly master the Twelve Forms. Chen Jue, however, benefited from the attribute panel, greatly compressing his training time. The visible skill proficiency allowed him to directly correct mistakes, letting him reach mastery in just a few days.

Of course, this sudden surge in constitution was only effective at the moment of entering the introductory level. Further practice would see diminishing returns unless he could upgrade the skill again, which might bring new surprises.

Looking at the three skills he’d truly mastered—fist, stance, and meditation—Chen Jue felt his efforts had not been wasted.

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He tidied up the messy kitchen, poured out the dregs of the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup, and cooked some rice noodles for a late-night meal.

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He scrambled two eggs, added dried shrimp and seaweed, seasoned with soy sauce, salt, and sesame oil, and enjoyed a satisfying meal.

Life in the countryside was simple and austere, but with martial arts practice to accompany him, Chen Jue found each day fulfilling.

The breakthrough in the Twelve Forms had disrupted his previous plans, so that night he didn’t return to the reservoir for further practice.

After eating his late-night meal as dinner, it was after nine o’clock. Chen Jue took a hot shower and went to bed earlier than usual.

Having successfully mastered all three skills, Chen Jue originally intended to search online for more martial arts suited to him, but recalling the wisdom of not biting off more than he could chew, he temporarily set aside that thought.

With fist, stance, and meditation complementing each other, as well as scientific fitness training, Chen Jue decided to focus on raising his weaker basic attributes.

Moreover, the skills were only at Level 1. If he persisted, raising them to a higher level might bring even greater returns.

So, after browsing forums and videos for a while, Chen Jue spent a hundred-odd yuan to buy a yearly membership on a streaming site, searched for an action comedy, and watched it with delight.

By the time the movie finished, it was nearly eleven o’clock. Chen Jue turned off the lights and went to sleep.

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He slept deeply, without dreams. Awakened by the crowing of roosters the next morning, Chen Jue realized his body had established a fixed biological clock. He opened his eyes a few minutes before his phone alarm went off.

It was 5:30 a.m. Although he’d slept less than seven hours, Chen Jue felt invigorated, and all the muscle soreness from several days of training had vanished overnight.

Checking his attribute panel, he saw his constitution had automatically increased by 0.01 during sleep, reaching 1.57!

He understood this was the aftereffect of mastering the Twelve Forms—the body was still improving under the combined influence of martial arts and herbal medicine.

But after last night, further increases in constitution would come less efficiently.

After all, the human body has theoretical limits. Even the Tendon Transformation Classic, Shaolin’s divine art, couldn’t endlessly boost constitution.

"Forget it! No need to overthink. Just keep practicing as usual."

He changed into sportswear, strapped eight pounds of sandbags to his limbs, and began jogging toward the reservoir behind the mountain.