Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 944 - 475

Real World, Chen Family Manor.

The darkness enveloping the mansion grew increasingly thick, like a heavy and oppressive curtain.

The bonfire that burned Chen Hongye’s corpse had long died down, leaving only a few wisps of smoke.

The swirling sinister wind lifted the paper money and ashes off the ground, spiraling around the Dharma Platform.

In the darkness, those ghost shadows previously driven back by Fang Cheng began to faintly reappear, letting out low, sinister cries of "Jie Jie".

They lingered in the corners, greedily spying on the living breath, seemingly eager to act.

In this eerie silence, two figures sat cross-legged, separated by dozens of meters.

Four more figures stood upright, scattered around one seated figure, encircling and protecting it tightly in the center.

Their eyes were vigilant, scanning the swirling dark shadows around them, dreading any approach of evil spirits.

"Sister Xiao Chu, what’s happening?"

Bai Ling clutched a dagger in her hand, her face tense, murmuring softly:

"Is the big guy... encountering trouble?"

Lin Chuqiao’s eyes shone brightly, silently fixating on Fang Cheng.

The residual firelight flickered on her face, revealing undisguised concern, mingled with a few cautious thoughts.

Fang Cheng remained seated with his eyes closed, but sweat beads formed on his forehead, his complexion slightly flushed.

His breathing alternated between rapid and deep, as if struggling with some invisible force.

"Could it be that Chen Hongye is pulling a trick on Fang Cheng?"

Pan Wendi held a wooden stick, spoken in a lowered tone:

"I thought that old guy looked strange earlier, putting on a show even at the brink of death."

"Yes!"

Bai Ling nodded vigorously:

"From my years of disguise and impersonation experience, that old monster might be acting weak deliberately, perhaps harboring some destructive scheme hidden within."

"Fang Cheng instructed that if something happens, wake him."

Pan Wendi glanced not far away at the lifeless body of Chen Hongye sitting on the ground, then at the equally immobile Fang Cheng.

As he spoke, he took two steps forward, raising his hand as if ready to pat Fang Cheng’s shoulder.

"Wait."

Lin Chu suddenly spoke to stop him.

Pan Wendi and Bai Ling looked at her quizzically.

"I have a premonition..."

Lin Chuqiao’s gaze never left Fang Cheng, her tone grew more determined:

"He should be fine."

"Moreover, I can feel... his aura is ascending, growing stronger, and he might soon awaken on his own."

As soon as she finished speaking, an unexpected change occurred.

Pong—

A blinding golden flame erupted fiercely from Fang Cheng, engulfing his body.

In an instant, he became like a burning human torch.

The flame was pure and blazing, growing stronger, with tongues of fire reaching over half a meter high, consuming him completely.

Then, "zi la", "zi la" several sounds.

His clothes and pants couldn’t withstand the intense heat and soon turned into charred ash, dispersing into the air without a trace.

In the roaring flame, that powerful body flickered in and out of sight,

every muscle line seemed to bounce in the golden glow, exuding incredible explosive power.

In the end, the only thing left was a pair... of red underwear that defiantly persisted in the flame.

"What...what is going on?!"

Pan Wendi was stunned.

Lin Chuqiao and Bai Ling showed no signs of panic, their beautiful eyes even lit up simultaneously.

They instantly recalled.

Back on Mist Mountain, Fang Cheng bathed in flames like this, soaring over the Lu Family Manor clad in black clouds, smashing the "Golden Benba Bottle" with a punch.

Yet, the flames last time were tinged with a red base, slightly violent.

Now this golden flame was so pure it was almost divine, radiant and majestic, hard to look directly at it.

Not far away, Chen Xu’an remained fixated on his "grandfather’s" corpse.

Upon witnessing this, his breath caught, his pupils filled with indescribable shock.

"Cousin, what do we do now?"

Pan Wendi snapped back to reality and quickly sought advice from Lin Chuqiao.

"Let’s wait and see."

Lin Chuqiao’s tone was relaxed, explaining:

"Fang Cheng is in a peculiar state now. I can faintly sense his mood, he seems... unwilling to be interrupted unexpectedly."

"What kind of mood?"

Bai Ling couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Lin Chuqiao’s cheeks flushed slightly, murmuringly replied with an odd tone:

"It’s... a particularly satisfying, enjoyable feeling, like training with a punching bag, feeling exhilarating and completely relaxed..."

"Huh?"

Pan Wendi and Bai Ling were amazed, exchanging bewildered looks, unable to comprehend.

Just as they were indecisive and bewildered.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound abruptly came from overhead.

It sounded as if thick glass was smashed, resonating with penetration, drilling into the soul via the ears.

Everyone abruptly looked up.

They saw the oppressive "curtain" obscuring the night sky torn open from the center, revealing a dazzling crack.

Then, like a spider web, this crack swiftly spread in all directions.

The cold moonlight and dazzling starlight, isolated for nearly an hour, finally penetrated layer upon layer, re-illuminating the land.

The fog around the manor that once enveloped every corner, as thick as ink, dispersed rapidly noticeable to the naked eye.

The bone-chilling sinister wind ceased suddenly.

The ghost shadows lurking in the dark, eager to act, shrieked desperately seeing their most terrifying adversary.