73. Acceleration in Motion (Launching Tomorrow—Explosive Debut! Please Subscribe and Send Flowers)

Was Ye Feng, who had been shot, in serious condition? Very much so! The bullet had nearly grazed his heart as it passed through. If not for Ye Feng's extraordinary constitution, far superior to that of ordinary people, he would have died long ago.

Would Ye Feng die? Absolutely not. According to the speed and trajectory of the bullet, it should have pierced his heart. However, thanks to Huaihuai, his secret cheat, things turned out differently. Although Ye Feng's internal energy was still weak and Huaihuai’s reserves weren’t enough to block the bullet entirely, Huaihuai did not wish for Ye Feng to die. It expended all its remaining energy to form a thin protective layer, delaying the bullet by 0.2 seconds. As a result, the bullet deviated ever so slightly from its fatal path and missed Ye Feng's heart, sparing his life. But this exertion left Huaihuai completely drained, plunging it into a deep slumber.

When Ye Feng awoke, it was already the third day. Bai Weiqi and Bai Shaofeng had been taken to the provincial department for a full day, and the incident had made quite a stir.

Ye Feng opened his eyes in confusion, staring at the white ceiling before glancing around at the unfamiliar equipment. With a self-mocking smile, he muttered, “It seems my life is truly resilient—I’m not dead after all!”

His awakening caused a commotion; numerous journalists flocked in, hoping he would agree to an interview.

However, Ye Feng was still frail, and Xu Wen’s people kept the press at bay.

With Ye Feng awake, doctors and nurses bustled about once more. After a thorough examination, they concluded that aside from his weakness, he was in good condition, and even his wound had begun to heal.

To recover so well from such a grave injury was truly astonishing, bordering on a medical miracle.

Soon, Wu Tian and his two companions arrived at the hospital.

Seeing Ye Feng looking well as he reclined in bed, the third one, Huang Luan, couldn't help but tease, “Impressive, little brother—taking a leave of absence right at the start of the semester, you really know how to make an entrance.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” Ye Feng replied with a wry smile.

“How are you feeling, little brother?” Qin Qiong asked, more seriously.

“I’m doing well. The doctor just said that with a little more rest, I’ll make a full recovery,” Ye Feng answered, his heart warmed by Qin Qiong’s concern.

“Focus on your recovery. We won’t let the Bai family off so easily,” Wu Tian chimed in.

“Thank you, all three of you.”

“Now, now, don’t be so formal. Looks like you owe us another meal!” Huang Luan quipped mischievously.

After chatting for a while, Ye Feng sent the three back to their classes.

Later that afternoon, Luo Ming also stopped by. Following a brief conversation, Ye Feng persuaded him to return as well.

From the moment he’d awakened, Ye Feng had tried to call out to Huaihuai, but there was no response. Based on his previous experience, Ye Feng guessed Huaihuai was out of energy. Fortunately, he could now cultivate internal energy to replenish it.

He picked up his phone and called Xu Wen, learning that the assassin was tight-lipped, refusing to talk no matter the method employed.

After a moment’s thought, Ye Feng told Xu Wen to come himself or send a trusted aide to retrieve a new truth serum.

Once the call ended, Ye Feng drew a small vial of clear liquid from his space ring—barely two milliliters. This was a new truth serum he’d concocted while making transformation pills, a product from a hundred years into the future; for people of this era, it was undeniably effective.

Xu Wen soon arrived in person. Ye Feng handed him the serum, gave careful instructions on its use, and laid out the next steps, then sent him on his way.

The most pressing matter now was to revive Huaihuai, which meant cultivating internal energy.

Ye Feng lay in bed and began circulating his internal energy. He’d discovered after reaching the first level that this could be done even while lying down.

As the energy began to flow, Ye Feng sensed something was off, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He focused his mind into his dantian, feeling the steadily strengthening sphere of internal energy, and smiled with quiet confidence, urging the energy to circulate further.

With each cycle, the energy particles in the surrounding air were slowly drawn into Ye Feng’s meridians, converted into internal energy, and gently propelled the circulation onward.

He was surprised to find that his internal energy was growing much faster than before. At this rate, his cultivation speed would far surpass anything he’d previously experienced. If this continued, the time needed to advance to the next level would be significantly reduced. Though his progress was already swift, he was never one to settle—who wouldn’t want to become stronger faster?

Excited by this realization, Ye Feng eagerly sought the cause. If he could always cultivate at such a pace, his advancement would accelerate dramatically.

Through careful observation, he soon discovered the reason: the density of energy particles in the air here was much greater than back at the ancestral house.

This revelation left him momentarily stunned. Could it be that cultivation was affected by location? The main difference between here and the ancestral home was the lack of people. If his guess was right, then the fewer people present, the faster one's cultivation.

This made Ye Feng quite happy. He was now staying at the best private rehabilitation hospital in the suburbs—certainly a better environment than the crowded ancestral district. If he ventured farther, into the remote mountains and forests, cultivation would likely be even more efficient. But he’d have to confirm this with Huaihuai later.

He recalled seeing in dramas that ancient martial heroes often secluded themselves in remote mountains or secluded places to train, like the way Xiaolongnü and Yang Guo practiced in the ancient tomb, utterly isolated from others. It seemed there was real wisdom in this, and Ye Feng resolved to test it himself someday to see just how great the difference would be.

For now, however, he had no intention of leaving—he lacked both the time and a suitable place. Unless he moved in with Ye Tianhua, whose residence would be ideal, but Ye Feng wasn’t ready to reveal their relationship yet.

With this newfound understanding, Ye Feng became increasingly excited, inwardly grateful to those who had brought him here for treatment. If he’d spent a year or two in his dormitory, who knows how much progress he would have lost? For some reason, Huaihuai hadn’t told him any of this.

Determined not to waste another moment, Ye Feng focused all his attention on cultivating his internal energy. Though he was tempted to attempt breaking through to the eighteenth cycle right away, now was the time to accumulate enough energy to awaken Huaihuai. Once Huaihuai was revived, he could set his mind at ease and attempt the breakthrough.

With Ye Feng’s internal energy circulating rapidly, the surrounding energy particles surged into his meridians, transforming into internal energy and strengthening his dantian.