Despite Shen Linyin's "dangerous statement" filled with the aura of NTR being like a thorn stuck in Lin Feng's heart, he still forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his inner heart and threw himself back into the dull cultivation.
After all, only by becoming stronger can one run faster when the Shuraba descends.
The days in the System Space passed day by day.
The second week was the hardest to endure. Lin Feng not only had to fight against the repetitive mechanical movements of the physical body, but also had to constantly suppress the impulse to rush out and shake Ren Yichen awake.
By the third week, he entered a period of weird calm. This is also commonly known as "the liver has gone numb".
And by the fourth week, Lin Feng was no longer a simple "Liver Emperor"; he had ascended to become a "Liver Immortal."
In this white void, he was like an AI that only knew how to execute programs. Even if the sound his throat made during practice still sounded like a broken gong, and even if he felt he didn't have any improvement in artistic cells, as long as the progress bar was moving, he felt at ease.
Lin Feng had self-knowledge.
"I don't have what those geniuses call 'Root Bone'."
While doing boring vowel pronunciation exercises, he dissected himself in his heart, "Even if I practice for a hundred years, I can't become a God of Songs like Jacky Cheung, the kind who God feeds rice to. My 'Comprehension' is zero, but I have a system."
The system is the most unreasonable cheating device.
Geniuses rely on realization; mortals rely on practice. Geniuses take shortcuts, while the system directly blasts the Himalayas flat to pave a highway. Although the process has no aesthetic sense and is entirely a piling up of data, different routes lead to the same destination. As long as the progress bar is full, the ability will be instantly carved into his instincts like copying files via a USB drive.
Finally, on the 28th day of System Space time.
As the progress bar of the final item reached 100%, the entire [Vocal Dao (Mortal Stage)] was declared complete.
Lin Feng slumped on the ground, looking at the remaining two days of time quota.
"Forget it, no need."
He had reached his limit. Not physically, but mentally. If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would really turn into a human-shaped tuner that could only emit standard A4 pitch.
"System, settle the bill. I want out of prison."
[Confirming Host's early exit. Remaining time will be voided. Cutting off neural connection...]
Following the system's notification sound, the oppressive whiteness all around began to collapse rapidly. Lin Feng's consciousness seemed to be pulled out of the deep sea, surfacing rapidly.
...
Light pierced into the eyes like a sharp sword, followed immediately by a heavy sensation as if the soul was being forcibly stuffed back into the shell.
In the first second consciousness returned, Lin Feng subconsciously wanted to sit up from the bed, only to discover his whole body was sore, soft, and powerless, just like having been repeatedly rolled over by a road roller.
He slowly opened his eyes; entering his vision was a patch of unfamiliar white.
"Unfamiliar ceiling..."
Lin Feng's brain subconsciously popped out this classic anime line.
Wait, where am I?
This isn't the chaotic and dirty ceiling of the dorm with posters pasted all over and various colored underwear hanging down; the air was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant...
No!
Besides the smell of disinfectant, how come there was also an extremely rich, spicy smell that seemed like Devil Pepper mixed with industrial alcohol? This smell charged straight into the nasal cavity, causing phantom pain in his throat even without swallowing.
What was even more terrifying was that under the base color of this spicy smell, there also drifted a looming... indescribable hydrogen sulfide gas with a sweet potato flavor that had fermented for at least twelve hours.
"...Still haven't woken up? Didn't the doctor say all indicators are normal? The EEG is almost dancing disco, how come the person isn't moving?"
A familiar loud voice exploded beside his ear. It was Old Zhang, Zhang Wei, that roommate who did everything except good deeds.
Immediately following was a gentle but slightly anxious female voice: "Family members please calm down! This is the school hospital, the patient might be in deep lethargy due to overwork, the things you fed him just now..."
"Nurse Big Sister rest assured! This is my ancestral 'Soul-Calling Extra Spicy Sauce'! Named 'Chrysanthemum Damaged'! It is said to be able to spicy-wake vegetative patients!" Old Zhang's voice was bold and confident, even carrying a thread of showing off, "I already poured half a bottle into him, this kid won't even open his mouth, didn't even frown, this obviously isn't simple sleeping, this is losing one's soul!"
Lin Feng: "..."
So that burning sensation in the mouth was your doing!
At this time, another familiar voice weakly inserted itself, carrying thirty percent guilt and seventy percent wretchedness, it was that dog-licker Cheng Yu who was just dumped by his goddess: "Old Zhang, your spicy sauce seems useless. Just now while the nurse went to change medicine, I released a fart onto his face, still no reaction... Could it be my fart isn't smelly enough? I clearly ate two extra roasted sweet potatoes out of grief and indignation..."
"Damn, what use is that fart of yours besides smoking flies to death? Look, it still has to be my spicy sauce, come have another spoonful..."
Lin Feng's temples jumped throb-throb, that "Fairy Qi" originally brought about by completing his cultivation, was instantly washed away by this reality filled with the breath of life (in a physical sense).
So that's how it is.
He stayed in the system space for a month, which is exactly one whole day in the real world. In order to protect his physical body while performing data synchronization, the system probably put him in a state similar to "deep suspended animation."
The result was this group of "good brothers" sent him to the school hospital, and then began to perform inhumane "awakening treatment" on him.
At this time, a delicate and pretty little nurse's face leaned over above Lin Feng's field of view, holding a flashlight currently examining his pupils.
What a beautiful scene.
If one did not consider the pain in his mouth that felt like it was spraying fire, and the suffocating fart smell lingering at the tip of his nose.
At this moment, the [Vocal Dao] instinct inside Lin Feng's body, which had undergone a month of hellish special training, and was just thoroughly digested, was thoroughly activated.
Anger is the best motivation for vocalization.
He did not cough or sound hoarse due to the burning of his throat like an ordinary person; on the contrary, [Steel Protected Throat (Bronze)] activated instantly. That "Chrysanthemum Damaged" spicy sauce, enough for a normal person to lose their voice, was actually perfectly isolated outside the damage threshold by his vocal cords.
Immediately following, the embryonic form of Iron Lungs brought by [Diaphragm Strength Training] contracted violently, a majestic airflow rushing straight up from the dantian.
Lin Feng glared at the two roommates before his eyes who were leaning their faces close, used all the strength in his whole body, and squeezed out the first sentence after returning to the real world from the cracks of his teeth:
"...I want to kill someone."
Boom!
This sentence was not a roar, nor was it a howl.
Rather, it was an extremely weird bass sound filled with magnetism and penetrating power.
This should have originally been a weak complaint, but after being processed by Lin Feng's current "God-level vocal cords," it actually sounded like a Vampire Count who had just awakened whispering; every word was so clear it was like striking upon a person's eardrum, carrying a resonance that made one's spine go soft.
The whole ward was instantly quiet.
Old Zhang, who was preparing to feed another spoonful of spicy sauce, dropped the spoon in his hand onto the ground with a "clatter."
Cheng Yu, who was preparing to explain the composition of his fart smell, opened his mouth wide.
Even that little nurse who was examining the pupils was stunned by this sudden voice, her cheeks actually inexplicably flew up a touch of blush. She subconsciously covered her chest, thinking: This patient's voice... why is it so good to listen to? Clearly just now he looked half-dead.
"Woke... woke up?" Old Zhang stammered, breaking the silence, looking at the spoon on the ground, "I said my spicy sauce was useful, right! Look, the voice even changed! This changed from a male duck voice to a subwoofer!"
"Is that the effect of the spicy sauce?" Cheng Yu muttered in a low voice on the side, "Clearly it was me smoking through his seven apertures..."
Lin Feng took a deep breath, that impulse to kill people becoming even stronger.
He fiercely sat up; although his four limbs still had some stiffness from being immobile for a long time, he currently only wanted to leave this biochemical weapon testing ground.
"Water."
Lin Feng opened his mouth again.
This single word, short and powerful, the vocalization technique allowed his voice to remain without any trembling even in a state of extreme thirst, sounding both calm and majestic.
The little nurse woke up as if from a dream, flusteredly picking up the water cup nearby: "Ah! Okay, okay! Please take your time!"
She didn't even realize why she used polite honorifics toward a student patient, she only felt that the word "Water" just now sounded like some kind of command that could not be disobeyed.
Lin Feng took the water cup, drinking it in one gulp, finally diluting that damn spicy taste in his mouth.
He turned his head, his eyes staring faintly at Old Zhang and Cheng Yu.
"Spicy sauce, and also the fart." Lin Feng's voice was calm to a terrifying degree, carrying a kind of metal-like texture, "This account, I will record in my heart. Wait until I am discharged, I will let you know what a true 'sonic weapon' is."
Old Zhang shrank his neck, inexplicably feeling the current Lin Feng was a bit scary. The previous Lin Feng although also High Cold, that was feigned; the current Lin Feng seemed to really have an aura on his body that made people dare not look straight at him.
"Aiya, we are all brothers..." Old Zhang gave a haha, feeling awkward.
"Discharge."
Lin Feng threw off the blanket, his movements so neat he didn't look like a person who had just been comatose for a day.
Since the [Vocal Dao] has already been mastered, although only "Mortal Stage," it is enough to bring a little variable to the current situation.
And that Shen Linyin who doesn't know death or life, who is currently self-conquering, he must immediately, right away, right now go and strangle her dangerous thoughts in the cradle!
Looking at Lin Feng's bustling retreating figure, the little nurse froze in place, still holding the empty water cup in her hand.
"Um..." She asked Old Zhang beside her with a red face, "Is this classmate of yours from the Broadcasting and Hosting Department? His voice is so special..."
Old Zhang picked up the spicy sauce spoon on the ground with a face full of confusion, and sniffed it: "Could it be this thing really has throat-moistening effects? Did I discover some business opportunity?"