Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1418 - 685

In the early hours, all is silent.

Deep mountain forest behind Cui Valley Sanatorium.

The night has not fully retired, and only a very faint gray-white streak emerges at the horizon’s edge.

The whole forest is immersed in the thin mist unique to a summer morning.

Only the occasional crisp birdsong echoes far off in the moist air.

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound comes from the bushes.

A robust wild boar halts its action of rooting soil, its nose twitching, sniffing the strange scent in the air.

Its throat suppresses a cautious low growl as it raises its head.

Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, stare intently at a century-old oak tree dozens of meters ahead.

There stands a human silhouette.

Bare-chested, suspended more than ten meters above the ground.

Hands gripping a horizontally growing branch, doing pull-ups on the tree.

No use of waist or abdominal swinging inertia, solely relying on the absolute strength of the back and arms.

The figure’s owner pulls up slowly.

With this movement, his broad latissimus dorsi muscles squeeze inward, colliding like the sudden closing of steel wings.

Biceps and forearm muscle groups instantly swell and bulge, veins twisting like dragons across the distinctly sculpted muscle surface.

Sweat slides down the full contour of his chest muscles, gathering at the edges of defined abs.

Finally dripping onto the fallen leaves below, making a slight sound.

The entire person exudes a visually impactful beauty and masculinity.

Like a tireless machine, engaged in endless motion.

"1590."

Fang Cheng tucks his chin slightly, releasing a low number from his throat.

He relaxes his muscles, controlling his body’s steady descent until the arms are completely straight.

Pausing for half a second.

Exerting again, he pulls upward.

"1691."

"1692."

"..."

The monotonous counting reverberates in the serene forest, accompanied by the groaning creak of the burdened oak tree branch.

Fang Cheng’s eyes shine, letting his thoughts scatter amidst the repetitive bodily exercise.

Four days have passed since the battle in the Inner World of Ancient Locust Village.

After thoroughly exorcising the thousand-year-old monster Jiang Chen, Fang Cheng’s life returned to its calm and stable trajectory.

In these days, he’s adhered to a routine of working at Cui Valley Sanatorium.

Even though Shi Chengyi initially gave him the title "special expert," offering freedom in work hours and content.

Yet, since Fang Cheng started the job recently, he still thought he should behave like a qualified employee of the Special Search Team.

Every day, from nine to five, clocking in punctually, he gladly plays the role of an office worker.

During weekends, he even took time to visit Wanghu Town and Old Factory Street.

His grandfather’s health improved robustly, and he lives comfortably in the town.

His mother has been residing at Old Factory Street lately, considering the tubular building is about to start renovation, requiring someone to liaise with the renovation company.

Fang Cheng shared several meals with them, confirming everything is well at home before returning to the sanatorium.

As for the newly established Illuminati, current operations heavily rely on Lin Chuqiao and Professor.

Two days ago, Fang Cheng visited Jinshui Fish Market to check the renovation progress.

The basic hard construction of the entire six-story building is almost complete.

According to Lin Chuqiao, it’s expected to be ready for occupancy in two weeks.

These days, the diligent "housekeeper" is busy running to wholesale markets, purchasing various office equipment and daily supplies.

Once everything is set, the members of Illuminati will have a formal base in the city.

Gathering, handling affairs, and even storing equipment will become much easier.

Fang Cheng tends not to focus on such trivial matters.

He handed over the antique and gold-filled backpack brought out from the Inner World of Ancient Locust Village to Lin Chuqiao for conversion into cash, directly enriching the organization’s vault.

Fang Cheng himself contentedly took on the role of a hands-off boss.

As for the aftermath work at Ancient Locust Village, it’s progressing smoothly.

Cheng Jiashu, accompanied by Xu Hao, has been stationed at the remote village handling the subsequent matters.

Qian Dongming, a local influential figure, is cooperating fully, speeding up the property transfer process.

This piece of land has steadily come under Illuminati’s control.

Once all transfer procedures are complete, a new round of transformative projects will follow.

Fang Cheng plans to turn it into a secret safe house and training site, officially presented as a private vacation lodge.

"1988."

As his chin crosses the rough tree bark, Fang Cheng exhales warmly.

Feeling the soreness spreading through his arms, he gritted his teeth slightly, continuing the exercise.

Now, the people and affairs surrounding him grow increasingly complex.

The foundation of Illuminati is newly built, with everyone slightly regarding him as the backbone.

This heavy feeling of reliance gradually transforms into an invisible sense of responsibility, motivating him to continuously convert the desire to grow stronger into real power.

Since life is rarely stable now, he tightly refocuses his mind on skill practice and training plans.

While staying in the single dormitory arranged by the sanatorium, besides doing some basic training alone in the room, he has hardly found a suitable place for high-intensity exercise.

Besides work, he began to pay attention to the terrain around the sanatorium, finally settling on this rarely visited dense forest in the back mountain.

Here, the terrain is secluded, and the trees sturdy, perfectly meeting his morning training needs.

Thus, giving rise to today’s scene.