In order to verify if this so-called Hyperbolic Time Chamber was truly honest with all customers, Lin Feng specifically applied to the System for a floating "Real World Time Display."
As expected.
In this dead silent white space, Lin Feng boredly did thirty squats, then stared at the void in a daze for a while. Only then did that second hand representing reality time jump just once.
"Thirty times the time flow speed..." Lin Feng looked at that reality clock that was almost stationary, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Capitalists would cry seeing this. If this were used to catch up on winter break homework, I could finish all homework from elementary school to university and get into Tsinghua or Beida."
Since there is no door to return the goods, then one can only enjoy.
"Come on, little babies." Lin Feng rubbed his hands, looking towards that pile of scalp-numbing task bars.
He took a deep breath and clicked open [Diaphragm Strength Training].
"First, it is the foundation among foundations—the 'Dog Panting' style breathing method."
This is a common exercise in vocal training, requiring the practitioner to be like a dog dissipating heat, quickly and shortly utilizing the diaphragm to eject breath.
If it were before, Lin Feng doing this action could only rely on grinding out muscle memory; not only was it tiring, but it was also very hard to maintain stability. But at this moment, when he began to attempt the first rapid exhalation, a strange thing happened.
[Ancient Rhythm Sacred Constitution (Bronze)] passively triggered.
In this dead silent white space, Lin Feng heard the sound of his own heartbeat—thump, thump, thump.
Immediately after, this heartbeat sound automatically dismantled in his mind into a basic 4/4 beat kick drum rhythm.
"Interesting..."
Lin Feng closed his eyes, and his body involuntarily took over the breathing.
Hu, hu, hu, hu!
His diaphragm was no longer a stiff muscle, but turned into a precise drumhead. Every ejection of breath was accurately stuck on that inaudible sixteenth note.
No need to deliberately count, his body turned into a humanoid metronome.
Of course, it had no effect on reducing the total torture time of Diaphragm Strength Training, but one needs to understand that the training is not mutually exclusive; the Vocal Dao is interconnected. At this time, some other progress bars also achieved minor success in hitching a ride, although at a lot slower pace than his focus, still moving stubbornly.
Real time: 1 minute passed. Space time: 30 minutes passed.
"Dong ci, da ci, dong ci, da ci..."
While crazily contracting his abdominal muscles, Lin Feng actually began to accompany himself in the vast white space. His panting sound, originally just for exercising functions, gradually took on a strange sense of rhythm, and he even improvised adding a segment of lip-tooth sound Solo.
Real time: 1 hour passed. Space time: 30 hours passed.
Lin Feng had not gone crazy, but he was not far from crazy either.
Boredom is a more terrible enemy than fatigue.
In order to prevent himself from going mad, Lin Feng began to adopt "Rotation Tactics."
Practice breath for two hours, then switch to practice pitch for one hour, then practice resonance for another hour.
Lin Feng felt he was still okay, except for occasionally treating his own diaphragm as an independent friend to converse with—
"Jiayou, Brother Diaphragm, three thousand more vibrations and we will rest."
He also started giving names to every progress bar.
"Yo, 'Pitch Little Brother', why are you still lacking such a big chunk? Are you looking down on my 'Basic Tone Big Brother'?"
He was conducting [Pitch Correction Bombing]. The System would randomly play an extremely tricky Hertz frequency in his mind, such as 442.5Hz, and he had to perfectly replicate it with his voice within 0.1 seconds.
"Ah— (440Hz)... Tsk, low." "Ah— (445Hz)... Damn, high."
Eyes possessing absolute pitch, combined with the rhythm body currently under development, Lin Feng was like a tuner with late-stage obsessive-compulsive disorder, tirelessly trying to polish his vocal cords into a precise scalpel in this world containing only white.
Although the physical body was locked by the System in a state of "Infinite Stamina" without any sense of fatigue, the mental torture was genuine.
Arrived at the 100th hour (reality approximately 3 hours plus), Lin Feng started holding a "Personal Concert" in the space.
Audience: None. Lighting: All white. Track: "On Those Years I Was a Savage in the System Space".
He utilized the techniques of [Breath Control Practice] to sing for a full two minutes without changing breath, bringing his face to a healthy liver-colored purple.
Then, at the very limit of hypoxia, Lin Feng did not inhale, but used the technique of [Consonant Impact Training] to spray out a string of meaningless but extremely explosive-sounding plosives like a machine gun.
Po! Te! Ke! Chi! Zi! Ci! Si! Pfft—!
If there were ghosts in this space, they would have been exorcised by the sheer quantity of explosive consonants and saliva.
"Thank you! Thank you everyone!"
Lin Feng bowed deeply towards the empty white void, and even waved to the non-existent "second-floor stand" on the left in a proper manner.
If outside, this is called schizophrenia. In here, this is called "Immersive Improvised Rhythm Cultivation".
...
The real clock's hand finally pointed to midnight 12 o'clock.
Lin Feng remembered he returned to the dormitory at probably around four or five in the afternoon. Which is to say, the real world had merely passed 7 hours plus.
But in the already vast white System space, Lin Feng had already spent a full 210 hours.
Eight and a half days.
In this place where there was not even the alternation of day and night, Lin Feng had already completely adapted to this non-human state. His current eyes lacked a few degrees of a university student's clear stupidity, and added a kind of depth and indifference after being repeatedly severely beaten by life (System), even carrying a trace of the vicissitudes of "knowing not of Han, let alone Wei and Jin".
He casually hummed a note. It was close to the standard, a clear indicator of progress outside the system. Yet still lacked the cold precision of a machine. Lin Feng had self-knowledge; his root bone for music was merely average. Without the System forcibly correcting his muscles, he would never reach the realm of a Humanoid Synthesizer. He could only obediently act as a Liver Emperor and grind the skill to Bronze.
Because he used rotation tactics, of those dozen and one tasks, not one had been thoroughly completed, but the majority had already been pushed to the one-third position.
"Hu..."
Lin Feng stopped the ongoing [Range Expansion Stress Test], feeling he was about to cultivate into an immortal. As long as he persisted for another twenty-something days inside this space, he could exit seclusion carrying a body of Bronze-tier skills, scaring everyone to death.
Just as he prepared to change posture and continue conquering [Head Resonance].
An abrupt notification sound, like a hammer, ruthlessly smashed this space's tranquility.
[Ding!]
Lin Feng subconsciously raised his head. In this world closed off for eight and a half days, any sound from the outside made him feel overly sensitive; this notification sound sounded... how was it a bit like that kind of high-energy warning in horror games? However, his face was still wearing that indifferent smile of an "expert outside the mundane world."
He clicked open the message bar, and the instant he saw the content clearly, his whole person was as if struck by lightning; that Grandmaster air brought about by cultivation instantly collapsed, freezing on the spot.
[Favorability Change Notification]
[Target: Shen Linyin]
[Current Favorability: 52 (Confusion Eliminated)]
[Additional Status Update: If I don't let anyone know, it should be okay, right...]
Lin Feng: "???"
A stream of chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, making his hair stand on end even more than the two hundred hours of loneliness in this white space.
"What the f*ck is this extremely ominous omen?!"
Lin Feng held his head; the calmness of controlling rhythm from just now collapsed instantly, pupils quaking.
"Confusion Eliminated"? This looked like a good thing, implying she no longer tangled in "why I have feelings for boyfriend's brother" this kind of ethical problem.
But what the hell is this Additional Status behind it?!
"If I don't let anyone know, it should be okay, right..."
What is this extremely dangerous statement?! What is this typical NTR benzi opening line?! This is fundamentally not that kind of open and aboveboard "I want to break up with the scum male and then pursue true love," this is the rhythm of engaging in an underground affair!
Lin Feng was currently situated in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, isolated from the world, cultivating hard in order to avoid suspicion and to legitimately fly solo in the future.
The result: the outside world only passed seven hours, and that girl who should originally have been dissuaded by his High Cold attitude, not only did not retreat, but conversely seemed to have successfully self-conquered in the middle of the night, and awakened some terrible attribute?
"Damn it! Just how much has that damn padlock distorted my image?!"
Lin Feng looked at that line of words, only feeling his scalp go numb. He could even brain-supplement the image of Shen Linyin currently lying on the bed, face red, eyes blurred, hugging a pillow, and finding excuses for herself in her heart.
How is this "Eternal Padlock," this is clearly "Eternal Shuraba Manufacturing Machine"!
At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly felt this originally safe white space become incomparably tormenting.
"No good... I must hurry up and finish training to go out... If I don't go out, I'm afraid Ren Yichen that fool's head is going to grow a big grassland, and furthermore, that person planting grass is still the forced me!"