"...There are ninety-two zombies on the street next door. Among them, six are tough bones that need to be cleared out individually..."
Lu Sheng spoke to himself with his eyes closed.
When he opened them, a faint, strange gleam flickered in his pupils.
This was the "new ability" Lu Sheng had gained after fully mastering the Crystal Meditation.
"I can now perceive any object within a hundred-meter radius, even through obstacles. I can see through cement walls, underground structures—everything is crystal clear..."
The ability was truly extraordinary.
To Lu Sheng, it felt like turning on a wallhack in a game—nothing within a hundred meters could escape his sight.
"When applied to combat, it's perfect for predicting an enemy's moves... I can observe the slightest twitch in their pupils, the tiniest change in their muscles."
Lu Sheng was exhilarated.
He understood that he had stepped into the most mysterious realm in the Martial Way—spiritual power.
"Crystal Meditation focuses on cultivating spiritual power. It's a hundred times harder than refining Vitality or Combat Power. But I have an unmatched advantage—the ability to absorb zombie memories."
"These memory fragments, once tempered and purified through Crystal Meditation, become the finest spiritual nourishment..."
Lu Sheng opened his personal smart tablet and entered "spiritual power" as a search keyword.
What came up was an overwhelming amount of information.
"Turns out spiritual power existed even a hundred years before the Martial Way emerged. There were even people who specialized in cultivating it... But they were exceedingly rare. It wasn't until the later stages of martial civilization that techniques for cultivating spiritual power were developed in large numbers, and only then did the number of such practitioners grow..."
These practitioners were collectively referred to as Psychic Practitioners.
Just like the Martial Way, Psychic Practitioners were also divided into several levels.
However, advancing in their path was extremely difficult—and the combat power they could unleash was frightening.
Records showed that a Psychic Practitioner skilled in combat techniques at Level One could easily take on ten or more Level One Warriors, and at the very peak, could even challenge Level Four Warriors.
"That's insane... like some god-tier hidden class in a game..."
Lu Sheng couldn't help but marvel.
He was curious to know the current level of his spiritual power, but without professional testing equipment, there was no way to verify it.
"Judging by my range alone, I should be close to a Level Two Psychic Practitioner. As for strength... not sure yet."
There were instruments for testing spiritual power back at Base 1359, but they were all stored in the central command center.
Lu Sheng was currently dozens of kilometers away from the center.
Who knew how many powerful zombies lurked between?
Even though he had been chosen by civilization as a "Flamebearer," zombies didn't have memories. If they wanted to attack, they would attack regardless.
"I'll have to leave it for later..."
Lu Sheng sighed in slight disappointment and temporarily set the idea aside. He then used his smart tablet to search for combat techniques related to Psychic Practitioners.
But what appeared was—"Access Denied: Insufficient Permissions."
"...Seriously?"
Lu Sheng was a bit speechless. His Level Two access was still far too limited.
"I have to get stronger. That way, I can upgrade my access and unlock more techniques and resources in the Flamebearer Database. I'll also be able to challenge stronger zombies and inherit even stronger memories..."
Lu Sheng silently made up his mind.
For now, he could only rely on Crystal Meditation to train his spiritual power.
Of course, he could also try experimenting on his own.
And if he got lucky and managed to kill a zombie that was a Psychic Practitioner in life and inherit its memories, that would be even better.
...
On the high-speed rail from Shuhai City to the provincial capital of Dongning.
In two rows of facing seats, sat two boys and two girls, all looking very young.
"...If my parents hadn't insisted I join this tutoring class—claiming the instructor used to be a top coach at Extreme Martial Hall and is a Level Five peak Warrior—I wouldn't have gone."
"Anyway, my Vitality Index already broke through 1.3. Reaching the Level One Warrior standard before the college entrance exam is a piece of cake..."
"But if there's a chance to get even stronger, why not? Don't you agree...?"
A boy with average looks but dressed head-to-toe in brand-name clothing was rambling on endlessly.
The round-faced, chubby girl with glasses sitting across from him nodded along, eyes filled with admiration.
But the girl sitting next to him wore a frosty expression, her gaze flashing repeatedly with annoyance.
Li Yihan was utterly fed up with this guy next to her, who couldn't stop bragging about his supposed superiority.
He acted like having 1.3 Vitality, and enrolling in a class run by a Level Five Warrior made him some kind of elite—like he was suddenly a cut above the rest.
Had he not flaunted it so blatantly, and she found out by chance, Li Yihan might've actually been a bit impressed.
But the way he kept bragging about the same thing over and over only made her dislike him even more.
Still, Li Yihan wasn't the type to rudely tell someone to shut up, so she could only suffer in silence.
Yet despite this annoying fly buzzing in her ear, she didn't regret taking this particular train.
The reason was simple—
The boy sitting directly across from her was very good-looking.
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