I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Not to mention Menqi, even a well-informed expert like Yinda was somewhat alarmed.

"If he were just a little kid pretending to be an adult, it would be unlikely that he would have this kind of perseverance..." Yinda thought to himself, "But his rate of progress is somewhat unusual."

Generally speaking, it would take a month of hard work for someone to extend the duration of their erection by 10 minutes.

Extending the concentration by 10 minutes, or 600 seconds, which means increasing the total concentration by 600 breaths, requires a month's worth of effort. On average, daily practice can only extend the concentration by a maximum of 20 seconds, increasing the total concentration by 20 breaths.

However, just one day later, Yinda witnessed that Jingyang's duration of "firmness" had increased by more than 3 minutes compared to yesterday, to about 200 seconds, and the total amount of chanting had increased by 200 breaths.

Ten times the cultivation efficiency of ordinary people!

"Is it due to his extraordinary recovery ability?" Yinda silently analyzed.

It wasn't that he intentionally spied on other people's Nen abilities, but Jing Yang didn't hide anything from him, so when he saw it, he would instinctively think about and analyze it, which was something he couldn't help.

"His situation seems more like he's regressed to a childlike state in both body and Nen due to some accident. He's not improving his strength now, but rather 'restoring' it... Is such a thing possible?"

Leaving aside Yinda's complicated thoughts, Menqi was much more straightforward. She imitated Jingyang's cultivation style, but ended up being exhausted two hours earlier and was still shivering, not fully recovered.

"You're practically a monster," Menqi commented wearily.

Jing Yang finished his practice, wiped the sweat off his body, patted his belly, and replied, "Then you, the cook, will have to prepare enough food for the magical beasts."

"let's talk tomorrow!"

Menqi waved his hand and limped away with Yinda.

On the way back, Menchi suddenly said, "Yinda, I have an idea about developing my Nen ability."

Yinda responded with an "Oh?".

"We can't lose to him!" Menqi clenched his fist, mustering his fighting spirit. "We can do it!"

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As night fell inside the amusement park, there were fewer tourists than before, but still a considerable number.

Jingyang found a roadside stall, ordered a lot of food, and after filling his stomach, he played with the little rock sparrow while observing the tourists in twos and threes in the amusement park.

The cash I have is dwindling with each use.

It's really not right to only spend and not earn; I need to find a way to make some extra money.

and……

Jingyang thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any other skills, I just have a lot of strength, so let's set up a stall and perform for money."

Chapter 27 1994 years have passed

"The genuine 'Blue Moon Pearl'—don't miss it! It's a moonlight pearl that comes with the Miserable Moon Tiger clan; each tiger and each person can only have one in their lifetime!"

As night fell, the fountain plaza, a popular spot in the amusement park, attracted the attention of more and more visitors with its shouts.

They had seen this so-called Blue Moon Pearl at a souvenir stall on the other side of the amusement park. Although not many people actually believed in it, the pearl was, after all, a local souvenir. And perhaps it was just psychological, but the pearl did look more beautiful under the moonlight, reflecting a pale blue glow.

But what's even more eye-catching is the little boy who's holding up a gleaming blue moon pearl and shouting, looking to be about 5 years old.

The boy laughed and said, "1800 jini, arm wrestle with me, whoever wins can take this bead."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, and one woman laughed, "How cute! Where are your parents?"

"The little cutie looks so serious, I just want to hug him."

"These beads sell for 4 khenats each over there, could they be fake?"

"Even if it's fake, it's free."

"4? The person who bought it from me said it was 10?!"

"Hahaha."

People who are tired from visiting the amusement park have nothing better to do than watch the excitement and laugh. Indeed, such young children, arm wrestling?

Jing Yang pushed away the woman who was touching him inappropriately and said with displeasure, "Ma'am, can you be serious? I'm making money! Want to arm wrestle? 1800 per person, thank you!"

"Auntie will give you 5. It's a deal, okay? If you win, the bead is Auntie's." The woman wasn't angry. She smiled and pulled out three bills from her wallet, waving them in front of Jingyang.

"Thank you, sister." Jingyang put away the three bills, jumped onto the borrowed stool, and stretched out her hands in a pose. "Come on, sister."

The woman couldn't help but chuckle, smoothed her hair, bent down, and reached out to hold Jingyang's small hand.

"Hehehe, actually, how could I, sister... um?" The woman hadn't really intended to use force, but she slowly realized something was wrong. No matter how hard she tried, the boy's arm seemed like it was made of steel, nailed to the table and wouldn't budge. Even when she was covered in sweat, exhausted, and finally gave up, she was still full of questions: Was this real?

Some cheered, some jeering, and some suspecting it was a staged performance, saying things like, "Hey beautiful, is this kid yours? Hahaha!"

"I'll take over!" A muscular man in a vest jumped out, rubbing his fists and sneering at Jing Yang. "I hate brats the most. Damn it, how much of my salary did this trip cost me... Little guy, I'm not as gentle as your mother!"

“Come on.” Jingyang waved his right hand. “1800 jennis.”

"Two thousand for a Blue Moon Pearl, that's worth it." The muscular man slammed a banknote on the table, then was easily pushed down by Jing Yang, falling into a state of doubt about life.

Jingyang had only set up a stall on a whim to earn some extra money. He had no intention of pretending to hold back. No matter who challenged him, whether they were men or women, tall or fat, he would pin them down within three seconds!

With his current total Nen power of around 1400, even though he is not an Enhancement type, these ordinary people have absolutely no chance of winning against him in terms of strength. It's a case of overwhelming him.

Before the amusement park security guards could hear the commotion and rush over, Jingyang casually packed up and left.

A crowd dispersed, some watching the spectacle, others questioning their own existence. A shifty-eyed young man, however, looked utterly bewildered. Someone passing by recognized him: "It's you! The swindler who sold me 10 yuan a piece!"

The unscrupulous merchant protested, "I'm the one who's met with a swindler! That kid just asked to 'borrow' the Blue Moon Pearl from me! Why did he just leave?"

"It really is the real thing? Interesting."

The onlookers, having witnessed the novel and exciting ending, left satisfied.

Jing Yang returned, tossing the Blue Moon Pearl in his hand, and said to the unscrupulous merchant, "1000 nuns, I'll take it, how about it?"

"1000?!" The shrewd merchant's eyes widened. "Young man, you're even more cunning than me!"

"900..."

"make a deal!"

……

Jingyang tried his hand at the trade and earned 26700 Jieni. After deducting the 900 he received from the Blue Moon Pearl, he made a small profit of 25800 Jieni today, which is roughly equivalent to 1200 RMB.

Jingyang placed the Blue Moon Pearl by his bedside, and under the soft moonlight, he fell asleep immediately.

The next day, I woke up and continued to practice my mindfulness in the morning and train my mindfulness capacity and various basic skills in the afternoon.

After briefly reviewing the basics in the afternoon, Menqi, that hot girl, disappeared somewhere to continue developing her materialization abilities. Yinda, not wanting to be left alone to observe Jingyang's training, also left.

Jingyang remained unmoved and continued his cultivation, releasing his full strength to maintain it. Through repeated cycles of attrition and increase, he gradually raised the upper limit of his mental capacity.

In fact, his main attention was not on his own body, since he had already given himself instructions to cultivate by using the star mark behind his neck.

What is meant by fully automated, AFK-style cultivation?

Jingyang kept some of his attention on the two crows next to Xiaodi, persistently trying to get them to know him, waiting for the right opportunity to perhaps guide Xiaodi to him.

He was also keeping an eye on the actions of Kakin and his group on the North Coast.

This evening, that high-end Miyagi Ryota guy, I think his name is Barbie Maina, made some new progress.

He found the location where Jingyang buried the remains of his godmother and another hunter.

Using two other birds to take over, Jingyang watched the group of Kakin people digging a pit from afar through the view of the two birds that had landed on the branches.

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"There are two corpses in total. One here is the deposed queen, and the other one over there should be the professional hunter she hired."

"No remains of the child were found."

"They might have been rescued by the people burying the body, or they might have been snatched and eaten by a passing wild animal even earlier..."

With her hands behind her back, Barbimainna stood upright in front of the excavated pit, listening calmly to her subordinates' report while looking at the corpse of the woman at the bottom of the pit, whose beauty was no longer recognizable when she was alive.

“Take photos as evidence and send them to Prince Benjamin,” he said.

"Then, where is the body?" someone asked.

“Do you have a penchant for desecrating corpses?” Barbimaina said. “Make a note of the location and fill it in again.”

"Yes."

His men busied themselves refilling the burial pit, while Barbimainna watched quietly. Behind him, two birds left the treetops, circled for a while, and then flew away.

"Two at a time, rotating every six..."

Barbimaina didn't turn around. "It doesn't seem like a mere coincidence. Who trained the bird? Or is it a manipulated spy... a control system? Let's assume for now that the person who forced Muther to commit suicide has already noticed and is monitoring our actions. Let's not alarm him and observe the situation."

"It cannot be ruled out that...this person took the little prince away and intends to raise him."

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Why do I always feel this way, like my heart is pounding?

Outside of Dongzhen, on Jingyang's main body, he aimed at a tree not far away, the energy ball on his finger constantly gathering and strengthening. "Indeed, the six birds I sent to keep an eye on the Kakin people haven't been replaced at all, and it's been two days already. If that high-level Miyagi Ryota is a well-trained soldier and a Nen master, he might have noticed the unusual activity of the six fixed birds lingering nearby..."

"We can't afford to play with these smart guys, let's just leave it at that for now!"

Jingyang loosened his grip, and *bang*!

A mental projectile transformed into a finger-flicking technique, carrying a power of at least 600 units of energy. It effortlessly smashed the tree in half, and continued its unstoppable flight forward, destroying everything in its path before finally dissipating its energy...

If such a powerful mental projectile had been used that day, he wouldn't have needed to waste time arguing with that idiot host named Garo. A single flick of his finger would probably have been enough to settle the score.

More importantly, after unleashing this charged-up ultimate move, Jingyang still had energy left and wasn't completely drained by the attack.

He shook his hand, turned his head and looked towards the north coast. Unexpectedly, that Barbimaina was quite moral; after digging up the grave and confirming the identity, she reburied the body...

In this way, Jing Yang was relieved of one of his worries. All he needed to worry about was whether he would be exposed. To avoid this, the only thing he should do was to improve his strength as much as possible. Therefore, he completely withdrew the six birds that were keeping watch, eliminating the risk of being exposed and also diverting less of his energy.

So in the following days, Jingyang intensified his training, which seemed to put even more pressure on Menqi.

Menqi is making fewer and fewer public appearances, presumably because she is focused on developing her materialization abilities and competing with Jingyang.

As Yinda passed by Jingyang's training grounds, he gazed at the series of broken trees and thought to himself, "Is he an Emission type? Or an Enhancement type, or perhaps a Manipulation type..."

……

It was midday again, in the same unchanging woods outside the town.