Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Moreover, in today's morning exercise, Fang Cheng only used the Breathing Technique to guide the True Qi to flow, merely recovering some physical strength.

Logically speaking, the consumption at this level should be minimal.

Why is there a situation where the total amount of True Qi is significantly reduced?

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, a flash of insight in his mind, vaguely grasping the crux of the problem.

From the perspective of modern anatomy, there is no clear organ in the human body called a "Dantian."

Or, the Dantian has always been something illusory.

It is only in Qigong and the Alchemy Dao theory that it is imagined as the central hub of converging and operating human energy.

Cultivators can visualize this concept, using specific Breathing Techniques to gather, refine, and mobilize the body's energy, namely the so-called "Qi."

Although the specific location of the Dantian cannot be found in reality, the human body itself is a complete world.

Every tiny movement triggers a chain reaction in other parts of the body.

Every breath and the flow of every droplet of blood are all part of this "small universe" of the human body, forming a complex and exquisite circulatory system.

"If my physical body is like a container..."

"Then the stronger the Constitution, the sturdier the material of this container, and the larger its volume."

"In this way, the more True Qi or Life Energy it can accommodate and bear!"

"And the more abundant the Life Energy, the more vigorous the individual's vitality becomes, with the body's recovery speed, endurance, and resistance capabilities rising accordingly."

"Conversely, when the capacity of the container suddenly expands due to a sudden breakthrough in Constitution, but the total internal energy storage does not increase correspondingly, the water level naturally drops significantly."

Understanding from this angle, the so-called "Dantian" or the "sea of True Qi" seen in introspection is more like a concrete manifestation of one's own physical strength, that is, the Constitution Attribute.

Having figured this out, Fang Cheng's mind suddenly became enlightened.

He then let out a long breath, refocusing his gaze on the attributes panel.

At this moment, there were still 8 Free Attribute Points left.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Cheng decisively made the decision to allocate all 8 points to Strength.

A familiar warm current surged from within his body once again.

But this time, it didn't bring the rapid muscle expansion and exaggerated physical changes as it did upon breaking through 40 points.

Fang Cheng felt his muscles become firmer and more defined, brimming with explosive power.

On the surface, he appeared slightly more robust than before.

However, his overall physique did not undergo significant changes.

Just the increase in Strength alone had not yet reached a level of qualitative change.

"Gurgle..."

A clear rumbling sound of the stomach rang untimely from his abdomen.

Fang Cheng helplessly touched his belly.

Every time after allocating points, it was always accompanied by a huge energy consumption.

He glanced at the updated panel values:

[Strength: 48]

[Agility: 40]

[Constitution: 50]

[Spirit: 50]

Fang Cheng quickly finished showering, changed into a clean T-shirt and casual pants, and walked out of the bathroom.

The morning sunlight softly filtered through the living room windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

On the dining table, Li Biyun had already neatly arranged a sumptuous breakfast.

The steamy white rice porridge was cooked just right, with the grains blossoming and emitting a faint fragrance.

Beside it were two golden, tempting fried eggs with slightly crispy edges.

A dish of fresh green stir-fried vegetables seemed to carry the morning dew's breath.

Most eye-catching were a basket of plump white meat buns, with stuffed fillings vaguely visible inside.

Next to it was a warm glass of milk and a small plate of homemade marinated radish, bright and appealing in color.

"Come and eat, Chengcheng."

Li Biyun took off her apron, a gentle smile on her face.

"It's tough exercising every morning, so I specially prepared some of your favorites."

"Thank you, Mom."

A warmth surged in Fang Cheng's heart as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

He then picked up his chopsticks and unceremoniously took a big bite of a steaming meat bun.

The soft dough and savory beef filling instantly blossomed on his taste buds.

A seemingly simple home meal felt extraordinarily delicious to him at this moment.

After high-intensity morning exercise and the energy consumption from allocating points, his body urgently needed energy replenishment.

Even though Fang Cheng deliberately controlled his eating speed, not wanting his mother to notice anything unusual, the instinctual hunger still made him subconsciously speed up his swallowing.

Li Biyun watched her son devour the food, her eyes filled with tenderness and a slight, almost indiscernible trace of heartache.

She extended her chopsticks, placing a fried egg into Fang Cheng's bowl.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. I'll fry more eggs if it's not enough."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

With a full mouth, Fang Cheng mumbled a few responses.

After swallowing the food, he took a big gulp of milk, regaining his composure, and smiled apologetically:

"Mom, your breakfast is too good, I haven't eaten this well in a long time."

Hearing this, Li Biyun's eyes slightly moistened, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

In the past six months, because of his father's stomach cancer treatment, she had been running between the hospital and home, indeed neglecting the care for her son.

Fortunately, the most difficult days were finally over, and the family's financial situation had also improved quite a bit.