Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1516 - 729:

The lake surface was a vast expanse of white mist, and the heavy vapor rolled and rose under the tug of the breeze.

In the distance, the scenery was veiled by fog, revealing only a few hazy gray silhouettes.

Fang Cheng had no idea that his moment of whimsy had already left the early risers by the lakeshore with a new urban legend.

He was concentrating on maintaining the rhythm of his flight.

Yulong Lake, vast and boundless, had a spindle-shaped water surface, extending from the foot of West Mountain all the way to the southeast, crossing the districts of West Gate and Jiangbei.

On the map, it stretched approximately fifteen kilometers east to west and spanned seven kilometers at its widest point north to south, with a total area close to eighty square kilometers, forming a massive, enclosed depression.

This expansive body of water, along with the mostly uninhabited mountainous and suburban areas around it, was an ideal natural training ground.

Fang Cheng was like a tireless jet plane; whenever the gliding momentum was about to run out, he would execute a sharp kick in mid-air.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The dull sound of air explosion echoed repeatedly over the vast water surface.

Sometimes, stomping the air would suddenly produce a visible shock wave in mid-air.

Sometimes, as he descended to his limit, he would lightly tap the water surface with his toe, instantly creating a huge whirlpool indent.

The water was blasted into the air with violent reaction force, splashing waves, and he leveraged this thrust to ascend again.

Each exertion tested his fine control over muscle strength and his innate perception of aerodynamics.

In this way, without resorting to his True Qi reserves, relying solely on physical strength, he traversed a full six kilometers over the misty morning waters.

The outline of Yulong Lake’s opposite shore gradually became clearer in his view.

That was an untouched wild bamboo sea.

Countless bamboo trees stretched up the slopes, swaying left and right in the morning breeze, producing a dense, rhythmic "rustle" sound.

From afar, it looked like a green wave fluctuating endlessly.

Fang Cheng completed the final kick in the air, gliding past the lakeshore line and steadily flew above the bamboo forest.

He retracted his arms, shedding wind resistance, and descended vertically.

The soles of his shoes landed precisely on the tip of a bamboo over ten meters tall.

The slender bamboo branch bore the full weight of an adult male, immediately bending into an exaggerated arc.

Fang Cheng’s ankle exerted force, slightly contracting the calf muscles, perfectly merging his center of gravity with the branch’s bounce.

As the wind blew through the bamboo forest causing it to sway, his body floated up and down with the bamboo tips.

The entire person seemed to escape the bounds of gravity, as light as a fallen leaf, vividly displaying the legendary essence of exceptional Qinggong.

Fang Cheng stood atop the bamboo tip, gazing into the distance.

In the distance, the contours of the continuous mountain ranges gradually became clear, already adorned with a layer of golden hues by the rising dawn.

The entire forest was tinged with color, as the vegetation all over the mountains and plains reflected warm reddish hues in the morning light.

Turning to look at the other side of the lake, East Capital’s massive urban buildings were slowly awakening at dawn.

The reflection of the steel forest pierced through the morning mist, faintly revealing the glass curtain walls of several landmark skyscrapers.

He took a deep breath of air with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, drawing back his gaze to the information flickering on his retinas.

[You’ve embarked on a pure flying experience, Experience +6]

[Flying Lv0 (65/100)]

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, looking at the data on the panel, a hint of anticipation flashed through his mind.

He wondered whether, when this skill broke through to Lv1 or further progressed to the Grandmaster Realm, he could escape the reliance on kinetic energy generated by kicking for "Ejection Start," achieving true suspension and flight that ignored gravity?

The morning light penetrated the thick clouds, transforming into rays of golden light, casting onto Fang Cheng’s sharply defined profile.

The beads of sweat on his skin flowed down, dripping along the jawline, refracting a sparkling gleam in the light.

It’s about time.

Fang Cheng looked down at himself, wearing only a pair of red boxer briefs, his strong torso completely exposed to the chilly morning breeze.

The jacket and shorts he had changed out of were still hanging on the horizontal bar in the park in the forest, he needed to quickly go back and put them on to avoid being seen and mistaken for a degenerate.

Fang Cheng slightly pressed down his legs, bending the bamboo beneath him nearly to the point of breaking.

The resilient bamboo trunk made a creaking sound under stress, storing immense elastic potential energy.

In the next moment.

Fang Cheng released the suppressing force.

"Whoosh—"

The bent bamboo trunk rebounded straight instantly.

Using this tremendous bounce, Fang Cheng soared into the air like a bird spreading its wings.

Then he tore through the morning mist, directly gliding toward the open space above the lake.

.........

In the early morning, in Wanghu Town, there weren’t many people on the streets yet.

White steam rose in large clouds in front of the breakfast shops on both sides.

Accompanied by the sizzling sound of fried dough sticks rolling in the oil pot, the rich scent of soy milk wafted through the alleys with the wind.

Occasionally, a few tricycle carts delivering fresh produce rang their bells, bumping lightly over the cobblestone road.

Fang Cheng strode through the morning light and pushed open the red-painted wood door to his family’s courtyard.

In the courtyard, his grandfather Li Zhenhua was standing in the center of the courtyard, practicing Tai Chi Boxing while dressed in loose practice clothes.

The old man’s hands traced slow arcs, his breathing slightly labored, with a fine layer of sweat already forming on his forehead.

Upon hearing the creak of the door hinge, Li Zhenhua didn’t pause his movements, merely glanced over with a sliver of peripheral vision and casually asked:

"Ah Cheng, you’re back from running?"

"Yeah, just finished a lap by the lake."