36: Chapter 36 Human Breathing Training Manual

June 20th, 5:00 AM.

Chen Mo sat at home, the light from the desk lamp illuminating the notebook on his desk.

The notebook was densely packed with writing.

Over the past few days, he had organized all his insights on the Human Breathing Method into a complete training manual.

From how an ordinary person could improve their Force Multiplier, to the threshold of a Mental Power Breakthrough, and on to how to perceive the Rhythm of the body and breathing.

Every step was written clearly.

Chen Mo flipped to the first page, his gaze scanning the table of contents.

Part One: Basic Standing Post training (introductory for ordinary people).

Starting from basic force exertion training, through a series of simple antagonist exercises he carefully designed, gradually improving muscle control and forming muscle memory.

Part Two: Mental Perception cultivation (begins after the Force Multiplier reaches 1.5x).

Find the Rhythm. Once force exertion reaches a certain threshold, combine it with specific breathing Rhythms and changes in muscle tension, and use Mental Power to sense the Rhythm inside the body.

Part Three: Core of the Human Breathing Method.

Introduction to the breathing method; after finding your own Rhythm, engrave it deep into your muscles through repeated practice until the body can operate it autonomously.

Part Four: Precautions and Effects.

He wrote two sentences in the corner of the last page of the manual:

"Everyone's breathing Rhythm is unique; your Human Breathing Method belongs only to you."

"The Human Breathing Method's efficiency in absorbing Spiritual Qi is about ten times that of passive absorption."

After writing this, Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and rubbed his brow.

This manual would change many things in the future.

But not now.

He stood up, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

On a June morning, the sky was already bright.

Everything was still normal.

Chen Mo picked up his phone and opened several forums and websites he frequently visited.

On the largest outdoor forum in the country, the hottest post was still a discussion about the Aoxian hiking route.

In the martial arts and combat section, someone was arguing about whether traditional martial arts could be used in real combat.

In the science discussion area, there were scattered comments about how sleep quality had improved recently and recovery ability was stronger than before.

"My legs used to be sore for three days after running a half-marathon, but now I'm fine after a night's sleep."

"Maybe it's because the weather has warmed up."

"I have that feeling too; I've been able to sleep so well since this spring."

Not a single person mentioned the term "Spiritual Qi."

Chen Mo exited the forum and opened several foreign websites.

English pages scrolled across the screen, and the content discussed was roughly the same—some botanists had published short papers on abnormal vegetation growth this year, but most of the replies were explanations like "climate change causing changes in growth cycles."

He turned off his phone and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk twice.

The Spiritual Energy Revival had been going on for thirty days.

From his perception, no plants had truly broken through their growth limits yet.

The leaves this year were indeed greener, more tender, and grew better—but in the natural world, this was just at the level of "good rainfall this year."

Ordinary people wouldn't notice it at all.

However, this calm wouldn't last much longer.

Chen Mo made a simple calculation in his mind.

Based on the speed of the increase in Spiritual Qi concentration, by mid-July, the concentration would increase by another 50%.

At that time, small plants would be the first to break through their growth limits.

Grass would grow wildly, flowers would bloom early, and vines would become more lush.

The first to discover the anomalies should be botanical research institutes in various countries—they deal with plant data every day, and any deviation would appear on their instruments immediately.

Human changes would be slower.

Ordinary people receiving dissipated Spiritual Qi passively wouldn't suddenly become supernaturally strong.

What they would feel first was—faster recovery, better sleep, and more abundant energy.

Next, they would notice accelerated healing of injuries and reduced fatigue after physical labor.

After that, it would be an all-around improvement in physical strength, power, and speed.

By that time, discussions on social media would increase, and gradually people would link plant anomalies with human changes.

And then—

The whole world would realize that some irreversible change was happening.

Chen Mo looked at the calendar.

He estimated that in one month, this change would begin to be noticed on a large scale.

This was a conservative estimate.

If a laboratory in a certain country reacted quickly enough, it might be sooner.

But what would the Xia Kingdom do?

When would the authorities disclose the information?

And what measures would they take?

Chen Mo didn't know.

And there was only one best way to deal with the changes.

Become stronger.

Strong enough to have sufficient ability to deal with whatever situation arose.

He closed his notebook and stuffed it into his bag.

Then he began to pack his luggage.

For this closed-door training, he was going to the Deep Pool in the core area of Shennongjia.

The training intensity in the back mountain wasn't enough.

As his strength broke through two tons, the efficiency of basic Standing Post and body-weight training was decreasing.

The water resistance in the Deep Pool was uniform, with all muscle groups resisting water pressure simultaneously, coupled with the impact of the waterfall; the training intensity there could not be compared to the back mountain.

There was another reason.

The commotion he made while training now was too great.

A stone weighing several hundred jin, which previously required all his effort to move, could now be lifted with a single exertion of force from both hands.

When practicing punch power, the wind from his punch could make leaves rustle and fall off.

If he punched a post with full force, the ground would have obvious tremors.

Although the back mountain was remote, it wasn't completely devoid of people.

The core area of Shennongjia was different.

The Deep Pool at the source of the Yin River was surrounded by hundred-meter-high cliffs, and the only entrance was a narrow canyon.

Let alone ordinary people, even forest rangers hadn't ventured deep into that area.

There, he could exert his full strength.

Chen Mo dragged a large mountaineering bag from under the bed.

The bag contained the supplies he had prepared in advance—one hundred kilograms of cooking oil, divided into ten sealed plastic buckets; one hundred and fifty kilograms of white sugar, divided into thirty vacuum bags.

Oil and sugar were the most efficient sources of calories.

One hundred kilograms of oil was about 900,000 calories, plus one hundred and fifty kilograms of sugar, which was about 600,000 calories, totaling 1.5 million calories.

Based on his current daily training consumption of 40,000 to 50,000 calories, this was enough to support a month of full-intensity training, with even a surplus.

Two hundred and fifty kilograms of weight was a fantasy for ordinary people.

For the current Chen Mo, carrying it on his back while walking was about the same as carrying an ordinary backpack.

He fixed the supplies onto his body one bucket at a time and tightened all the buckles on the mountaineering bag. Then he picked up his phone and sent a message to his uncle:

"Uncle, I'm going out for a trip for a while to clear my head. If you need anything, leave a message; I'll check it every few days."

After sending the message, he took the key out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and turned to leave.

An hour later, Chen Mo stood by the Deep Pool.

A familiar sight.

The waterfall poured straight down from the cliff over forty meters high, and the water mist reflected a blurry rainbow in the sunlight.

The surface of the Deep Pool was churned incessantly by the impact of the waterfall, with white spray splattering everywhere.

The air was full of the smell of water vapor, mixed with the scent of soil.

Chen Mo cleared a flat area by the pool and set up his tent.

He stacked the supplies by the tent, one bucket after another, and covered them with a tarpaulin.