My Mother-in-Law Gifted Me a Building

"Eighty kilometers? What are you doing running so far?" Su Miaoke was a little surprised.

Su Miaoke actually had no idea that with Chu Feng’s current physique, eighty kilometers was nothing—he could have easily run a hundred. The key was his incredible speed.

For Chu Feng, even eighty kilometers felt like just a warm-up.

"What the hell? Eighty kilometers, President Chu? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Wu Yongzhi was stunned when he heard this.

He hadn’t expected Chu Feng to dare to run so far.

He had followed behind Chu Feng, but it wasn’t long before he realized he couldn’t keep up.

Chu Feng’s speed was incredible, and his pace was exceptionally steady.

Back when Wu Yongzhi was in the military, he had often run ten or even fifty kilometers at a time, sometimes carrying a full pack while facing mock ambushes.

After all those years of training, Wu Yongzhi considered his physical fitness to be outstanding—far beyond that of an ordinary person.

However, watching Chu Feng run completely shattered his perception of what was possible.

He was completely dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected that after running fifty kilometers straight, Chu Feng wouldn’t even be out of breath. He looked exactly as he had before he started.

’Is this guy even human? He’s a monster.’

Meanwhile, Wu Yongzhi was already gasping for breath. After all, it had been years since he’d left the service; being able to run over twenty kilometers was already impressive.

But compared to Chu Feng, there was simply no comparison. They weren’t in the same league.

"Captain Wu, is President Chu even human? His stamina is just monstrous." Xiao Liu walked over, dumbfounded by the scene before him.

"Yeah... if he’d joined our old unit, he would’ve been the top freak. No one could have compared to him," Wu Yongzhi said, panting.

"Captain Wu, you were the ’God of War’ of our unit back then. If even you can’t compare to him... that’s just incredible. If it weren’t for that incident, you’d probably have been promoted by now," Xiao Liu said.

"Let’s not talk about the past," Wu Yongzhi said. "Come on, let’s get some breakfast. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse."

Over the next few days, what left Wu Yongzhi and his men even more speechless was that Chu Feng not only ran over fifty kilometers daily but even started training with added weight.

He would do thousands of push-ups in one go, along with pull-ups, dips, frog jumps—he did every exercise imaginable.

The key was the sheer volume of his reps—so many that it was frightening to Wu Yongzhi and his team.

This level of physical intensity once again shattered their perceptions. Even in the military, you’d never find someone this incredible.

"Captain Wu, I’ve been logging President Chu’s records for the past few days," Xiao Liu said, taking out a small notebook and handing it to Wu Yongzhi. "I’ve checked, and no one in the entire history of our unit has ever been this incredible."

It contained detailed data on Chu Feng’s daily training regimen: the exercises, durations, repetitions, and so on.

In reality, Wu Yongzhi and his men had no idea that Chu Feng was still holding back. If he truly let loose, it would probably scare them to death.

"This daily training is just secondary," Wu Yongzhi said. "The truly terrifying part is when he practices his Fist Skill."

He had recently seen Chu Feng practicing on his own. When he threw a punch, the air itself seemed to crackle and howl.

’Thinking back to our sparring session,’ he thought, ’Chu Feng definitely held back. Otherwise, a single punch like that could have killed me.’

Chu Feng’s power was already beyond most people’s comprehension.

During this period, Chu Feng’s Fist Skill had also progressed. He had not only mastered the first form but had also learned the second.

Needless to say, Chu Feng’s current strength was a huge leap above what it was before.

With the help of Chu Feng’s Nourishing Source Liquid, Su Miaoke’s Cultivation speed had also progressed by leaps and bounds, and her practice of the Taiqing Sword Technique was becoming increasingly formidable.

However, becoming a true master wasn’t something that could be achieved in a short time.

"Haaah..." Chu Feng let out a long breath.

He had been training for over three hours straight, completely absorbing the effects of the Nourishing Source Liquid.

He had been training like a madman every day recently, all to accelerate his body’s absorption of the Nourishing Source Liquid.

This was the only way for him to improve rapidly and enhance his strength.

"If I keep taking this for a while longer, my body will be tough enough to shatter stone," Chu Feng said with a smile, very satisfied with the results.

"Honey, we’re out of Nourishing Source Liquid," Su Miaoke said, walking over.

"Alright, I’ll go make some more," Chu Feng said.

After finishing his training, he immediately sequestered himself in the Alchemy Room.

Through his recent training and Alchemy practice, Chu Feng’s process for creating the Medicinal Liquid had grown increasingly proficient.

A few days later, Chu Feng produced another batch of Nourishing Source Liquid. This time, his efficiency was significantly higher.

More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Chu Feng and his wife, Su Miaoke, did nothing but create the Medicinal Liquid and practice their Cultivation.

They cast aside all other matters.

Su Miaoke became completely immersed as well. The sense of accomplishment from feeling her own progress each day was so addictive that she would often forget to eat or sleep.

One morning, Chu Feng took off his shirt and examined his powerful, well-defined muscles. His skin seemed to emit a faint, healthy sheen.

It almost looked as if it had been polished, and was strangely alluring.

Chu Feng threw a punch.

BANG!

A sound like a sonic boom cracked through the air, clearly audible from dozens of meters away.

In the past half a month, the medicinal herbs Chu Feng had used for his Alchemy could have formed a small mountain. The discarded dregs alone would have weighed tons.

’Thinking about it now,’ he mused, ’if an ordinary person wanted to practice martial arts, it would be nearly impossible without immense wealth to support them.’

Even established Martial Arts Families needed industries and economic pillars to support them in the secular world. Otherwise, with this rate of consumption, they’d go bankrupt within a few years.

He had spent a fortune on herbs, but Chu Feng was more than satisfied with the results.

The money wasn’t wasted; the effects were remarkable.

"I should be nearly invulnerable by now," Chu Feng said.

He then picked up a fruit knife from a nearby table.

Just then, Su Miaoke came out of her room. Seeing Chu Feng holding a fruit knife as if to cut himself, the color drained from her face.

"Chu Feng, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Su Miaoke shouted in terror.

’Did he lose his mind?’ she thought. ’Why would he cut himself?’

"I’m just testing out the results of my training," Chu Feng said with a smile.

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