I Am Your Natural Enemy

After chatting with Feng Yao for a while longer, Wen Yan hung up the phone.

As for going to the experiment base, Feng Yao had to go report to the General Director at headquarters and communicate Wen Yan’s request. That needed the General Director to handle it.

Because Wen Yan wanted to get as close as humanly possible, from how he said it, if he could crawl inside, he’d probably want to jump in at the very moment of ignition.

If he actually could, Wen Yan definitely wanted to just crawl right in.

Unfortunately, in that kind of extreme high-temperature and high-pressure environment, Wen Yan reckoned even all his buffs wouldn’t be enough to survive it.

Honestly, he wasn’t putting a whole lot of hope in this—it was just something to try.

Maybe after seeing it up close and experiencing it in person, he’d be able to push his progress by a point or two.

Anything is good—as long as there’s progress, that’s all that matters.

From his usual experience, methods like this probably only provide a single shot.

He wanted to try all sorts of ways, first pushing Scorching Sun’s progress up, getting it to 90%, then using that 10% blank universal progress to top it off, bringing it straight to 100%.

He originally wanted to wait till it hit over 90% before using it, to see if he could break through 100%.

But after thinking about it, all the titles gave progress stats with a cap at 100%—chances are, 100% is as far as it goes, no going over.

From 63% to 90% is just a 27 point gap—think up more ways, try a bit harder, just push it up.

After waking up and having a midnight snack, Wen Yan couldn’t sleep again. The effect of the Natural Enemy of Players title was super obvious; he felt super energetic, so he could only keep cultivating in the backyard.

With the Gray Cloth in tow, he stood in the backyard and continued his practice. His right arm was already fully constructed; next was the left arm.

In the books given by Fourth Great-uncle Master, most of the hand seals required both hands.

He had no clue how many of these seals would actually work for him, but from his experience now, he felt sure at least some of them would be usable.

As long as even one was useful, that was one more ability or effect—whatever it was, it’d be worth it.

After beginning cultivation this time, Wen Yan immediately felt the title’s extra effects.

He didn’t feel any fear, and he became more resolute and sharper inside.

And the effect from Liver Emperor made him get even more focused while working on something and massively reduced his energy consumption.

Before, doing this high-intensity mistake-and-learn style of cultivation, two hours a day was his max; after three hours, he’d be mentally exhausted.

But this time, he kept going straight from midnight till daylight—six hours went by and he still felt fine. Based on the ratio, he figured he could go another six hours before he’d even start to feel that real exhaustion.

Rough estimate: if it used to be two hours, now he could go twelve.

Energy consumption was down to only about one sixth of before—a serious drop indeed.

The Gray Cloth had gotten a lot smarter now: it’d work first, and when it couldn’t stand it anymore, it would soak up some Yang Energy.

No lack of food; honestly, it was even overfed every single time, so that ”pounce like a hungry tiger” reaction at the sight of food was gone now.

With Wen Yan training intensely, it was like Gray Cloth was also training at high intensity. Only a few days had passed, but the Gray Cloth was already feeling finer in texture, almost like premium satin.

The old dingy gray, rag-like feeling was gradually vanishing. At the very least, the frayed threads at the edges had disappeared.

The sky was getting brighter—Steward was already up making breakfast, the family’s students had to get to school, and Sparrow Cat never missed a meal, waking up just to eat breakfast before going back to sleep.

After a while, everyone at home ended up with a breakfast habit.

Oh, except for the Gray Cloth.

With Wen Yan’s training frequency, Gray Cloth just sat and watched every time—it really couldn’t eat anymore.

After breakfast, Wen Yan did some stretches and went back to reading.

With better efficiency and longer hours than before, his left arm made speedy progress. In just six hours, he managed to open up from the shoulder to the middle of the biceps.

If he kept up this intensity, he’d reach the wrist in three days—and if he gave it his all, two days would be enough.

To finish the entire left arm, he estimated it would take about five days.

The efficiency was way higher compared to before.

Wen Yan was actually getting kind of excited; once he finished opening up the left arm, what sort of things would he get to use, and what could he weave into his cultivation?

Even if he couldn’t cultivate Dao, it wouldn’t stop him from learning a thing or two.

Wen Yan was starting to get a taste of the joys of being a Liver Emperor.

When the sun was up, Feng Yao gave him a call, saying if he wanted to meet that Scholar Tu, he’d have time in half an hour.

Wen Yan agreed—time to call some people to clear the way.

He went down to the Nether Path, looking at the always-burning Nether Path Soul Lamp and the eternally lit street lights here. Looking closer, yeah, the Nether Path’s road really was widening.

This time it was even more obvious than the last—it was about to get a whole extra lane.

The Nether Path used to be packed with brainless Ghosts, but now it was looking a lot emptier than before.

Wen Yan didn’t rush off. On the other side of the big intersection under Old Zhao’s place, the expansion was the most obvious. Wen Yan got the feeling: they might be opening up a new intersection here.

From a T-junction to a crossroad.

He jotted it down to check on later, maybe he could install a camera at the intersection.

Coming out of the temporary desolate tomb intersection, the destination wasn’t far.

This place wasn’t an ordinary detention center. It was a special holding facility for Professionals, demon ghosts, spirits and monsters, and other beings from different races.