Returning to the bed, Lin Feng pulled the bed curtains shut and once again called up that "Vocal Dao" progress panel that made his scalp go numb.
Looking at those rows of densely packed training bars, he let out a long sigh.
[Breath Control Practice (21/96 hours)] — Reward: Long Breath (Bronze)
[Pitch Correction Bombing (3/48 hours)] — Reward: Precise Pitch Sense (Bronze)
[Diaphragm Strength Training (9/72 hours)] — Reward: Iron Lung Prototype (Bronze)
[Head Resonance Search (2/60 hours)] — Reward: Transparent High Notes (Bronze)
[Vocal Cord Closure Practice (3/50 hours)] — Reward: Magnetic Voice (Bronze)
[Posture Alignment Conditioning (4/40h)]— Reward: Vocal Axis Stabilization (Bronze)
[Basic Tone Sustain Drills (11/80h)]— Reward: Steady Fundamental (Bronze)
[Range Expansion Stress Test (1/90h)]— Reward: Elastic Vocal Range (Bronze)
[Vowel Shaping Repetition (2/60h)]— Reward: Clear Articulation (Bronze)
[Consonant Impact Training (1/45h)]— Reward: Sharp Diction (Bronze)
[Ear–Voice Synchronization (1/70h)]— Reward: Internal Reference Pitch (Bronze)
[Breath–Tone Coordination Trial (2/85h)]— Reward: Unified Airflow (Bronze)
[Anti-Strain Conditioning (17/55h)]— Reward: Steel Protected Throat (Bronze)
This was simply a prison sentence schedule coming from hell.
According to the current progress of only being able to secretly practice for one or two hours a day when no one was around, wanting to fully liver these all to the max, he would really have to wait until the Monkey Year and Horse Month.
Lin Feng rubbed his temples, his line of sight moving to the stack of green lottery tickets in the corner of the item inventory.
[Remaining Lucky Wheel Draw Tickets: 24 sheets]
His mind became active.
If that "Posturing Mission" tomorrow succeeds, the reward is "Guaranteed Bronze or above" with one shot entering the soul. According to the laws of metaphysics, before this, should he first slightly use ordinary lottery tickets to pad the blade and consume all the bad luck?
Of course, this was just an excuse.
Actually, what his heart desired most was to be able to draw a Silver Rank [Eternal Lockpick], or even just an item that could forcibly dismantle the [Eternal Padlock]. Only in this way could he unlock that damn lock on Shen Linyin's body and save his good brother Ren Yichen from under that hat suspended over his head that was green to the point of glowing.
"Give it a gamble, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle."
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and decided to go all-in on a ten-consecutive draw. Anyway, with 24 tickets, testing the waters with 10 tickets would still leave 14.
"System, open ten consecutive draws!"
A giant roulette wheel spun rapidly in his mind, lights flashing.
[Thank you for your patronage] [Thank you for your patronage] [Thank you for your patronage] [Happy Water (Bronze Rank)]——Sure enough, it's this thing again. [Thank you for your patronage] ...
A string of gray words floated past, and Lin Feng's heart turned cold by half. Just when he thought this time was purely skipping stones on water again, the final ray of light suddenly lit up.
Although it was also antique bronze colored, this light was much more profound and heavy than the [Happy Water]!
[Ding! Congratulations Host for obtaining rare consumable: Hyperbolic Time Chamber Admission Ticket (Bronze Rank) x1]
"What is this?" Lin Feng was stunned.
It wasn't the lockpick he was longing for day and night, but this name... why did it sound so familiar? Isn't this the cheat from Dragon Ball?
He hurriedly clicked open the item details.
[Item Name: Hyperbolic Time Chamber Admission Ticket (Bronze Rank)]
[Type: Special Consumable/Cultivation Assistance]
[Duration: 1 day]
[Effect: After use, the Host's consciousness will be pulled into an independent system space for special training. The time flow in the space is different from the outside world; one day in the outside world is one month (30 days) inside the space.]
[Note 1: Inside the space, the Host's consciousness body will not feel physical fatigue, does not need to eat, and will not age due to the passage of time. But on the spiritual level, one will endure the corresponding boredom and pressure.]
[Note 2: This is truly a BUG-level item, Host please cherish it.]
"Holy crap..." Lin Feng couldn't help but explode with a curse word in his heart.
This wasn't just a BUG, this was simply a divine artifact for defying heaven and changing fate!
Staying in this space for the whole duration of one day equals to practicing outside for a month? And without knowing fatigue?
This meant he could completely utilize this one month's time to fully liver through that "Vocal Dao" progress bar that made him despair, all in one breath! Or at least liver away the majority of it!
As long as he could endure the loneliness, how was this still "Monkey Year and Horse Month"? This was clearly overtaking on a curve!
The anxiety originally produced by the slow progress was swept away in an instant. Lin Feng looked at the remaining 14 prize tickets in his hand, feeling only that his fortune was currently high, as if he had been kissed on the forehead by the Goddess of Luck.
"Strike while the iron is hot! Another shot of ten consecutive draws!"
Lin Feng gave the order again with heroic spirit reaching the clouds.
The roulette wheel spun again.
However, this thing called metaphysics is often just that—when you feel you can do it, reality will ruthlessly give you a slap.
[Thank you for your patronage] [Thank you for your patronage] [Happy Water (Bronze Rank)] [Thank you for your patronage] ... [Thank you for your patronage]
Except for the guaranteed pity can of Happy Water, the rest were all "Thank you for your patronage."
Lin Feng looked at the remaining 4 lottery tickets, and that surging hot blood instantly cooled down.
"Forget it, withdraw the hand."
He was a man of principle; he only drew ten-consecutive draws, absolutely never single draws. These remaining 4 tickets, he would just keep them until he saved enough next time to come again.
Looking at the empty item inventory and that precious [Hyperbolic Time Chamber Admission Ticket], Lin Feng couldn't help but feel some lingering fear.
It was truly a fortune among misfortunes that this Dog System did not possess a recharge entrance.
One must know that if this broken system allowed Krypton Gold, looking at that surging hot blood that rushed to his Heavenly Spirit Cap just now, he estimated that he would have long ago smashed a whole month's living expenses into this bottomless pit without even hearing a splash.
At that time, the consequences would be simply unimaginable.
To fill this hole, he would perhaps have to drag his tired body to go work a few black jobs in the dead of night. Either moving bricks at the construction site until his skin peeled, or washing dishes in the back kitchen of a fly-restaurant until his hands were soaked white.
He would thoroughly transform into those tragic male leads in third-rate bitter melodramas—wearing a school uniform washed until it was white, hiding in the corner of the cafeteria gnawing on cold mantou with pickled vegetables, and wishing he could split one copper coin into two to spend.
It would even let the surrounding classmates produce a beautiful misunderstanding, suspecting that his family background was impoverished to the extreme, that his father owed a huge amount of high-interest loans and ran away with his sister-in-law, or that he had a younger sister lying in the ICU waiting for 300,000 yuan to save her life.
He might even have to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle to stop the tears from flowing, gritting his teeth and shouting that classic line: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the poor youth!"
Just thinking about that kind of picture, Lin Feng felt his eggs hurt faintly.
Fortunately, reality was not a novel.
Although the Lin Feng in reality was not some top-tier Rich Second Generation who drove sports cars and threw banknotes to light cigarettes, he was absolutely not some start-game tragic orphan template either.
His parents were both alive, their bodies tough and healthy, currently living a moistened small life in the neighboring city. The family was harmonious and happy, and could be counted as a locally slightly famous middle-class household.
He, Lin Feng, was just a standard salted fish.
He didn't need to move bricks to maintain his livelihood, nor did he need to sell his kidney to change his fate against the heavens.
The only thing he needed to worry about, the only dark cloud hovering above his head, was how to resolve his good brother's emotional crisis without acting like a meddlesome Scum Male.
How to smash that hat, which was green to the point of glowing, that was currently suspended over Ren Yichen's head.
"Phew..."
Lin Feng wiped the imaginary cold sweat from his forehead, closed the system interface, and fiercely clenched his fist.
With this admission ticket, after tomorrow's performance, it will be the time he enters seclusion for cultivation.
Wait until the day he exits seclusion, perhaps he will never again have to hide under the blankets practicing those shameful "dolphin sounds."