I waved my hand casually and could clearly see how the nerves in my arm transmitted information, how the muscles contracted and expanded to complete the movement, consuming the energy stored in my body and producing a bit of metabolic waste.

Normally, what I considered an extremely perfect and flawless simple action was now, in this state, riddled with flaws. First, the nerve signals only reached a portion of the muscles—over seventy percent of the muscles didn’t receive the transmitted information. Second, among the muscles involved in the movement, some didn’t provide any force at all, some were completely unnecessary, and some exerted force in the wrong direction, wasting most of my strength. Even the energy delivered to the muscles by the circulatory system had many efficiency issues.

For a moment, I felt as if my body had infinite potential to be tapped, and all the usual restraints could be cast off. As long as I wished, I could control every bit of my muscle strength and unleash one hundred percent of it.

I made a slight adjustment and waved my arm again. My arm created countless afterimages in the air—an optical illusion caused by the arm moving so fast that it lingered briefly on the retina.

When I reached out and clenched my fist, feeling a slight thrill in my heart, I heard a faint pop! pop! pop! pop... sound from my arm muscles.

I could easily tell that with just a bit more force, I could crush my own finger bones.

This ability to judge felt almost innate; without any reason, I was certain that if I kept applying force, that would inevitably be the result.

Startled, I quickly released my hands and exited that mental state, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.

Although it was only a brief experience, I more or less understood the function of the thing I had seized from Whitehair. It couldn’t directly increase physical strength, but it could completely and thoroughly liberate the mind.

When the mind transcends the body, not only can it see things invisible to the naked eye, but it can also enter a marvelous realm where the spirit controls matter, allowing the mind to reign over the physical.

The spirit controlling matter is the ultimate source of all supernatural abilities.

Telekinesis, reading through walls, remote sensing over a thousand miles, hypnosis and mind control, even immortal arts, magic, curses, and witchcraft—all must be based on this fundamental foundation of the mind transcending matter.

Of course, I couldn’t reach such a high level yet. My consciousness couldn’t affect the outside world, so I could only further control my body, unleashing all its potential, even disregarding any consequences.

According to scientists’ research, humans can at most utilize one or two percent of their muscle strength; even specially trained athletes can only reach about ten or twelve percent. The rest of the strength remains hidden, only erupting in extreme situations.

This is a choice made by human evolution—a safety lock deliberately set in the body to protect life, preventing the body from collapsing due to excessive use of strength.

Just like a computer’s central processor must run at a safe frequency, but with a bit of skill, it can be overclocked by more than fifty percent, and in extreme cases, even doubled or more. However, such overclocking is extremely dangerous, and cases of burning out the CPU due to overclocking are all too common.

My consciousness, freed from its restraints, could completely unlock the body’s “safety lock” and recklessly overclock my body. But this ability is also extremely dangerous—if I’m even slightly careless and go too far, my body could be completely ruined.

Whitehair’s various incredible abilities that surpass human physical limits are also the result of unleashing his own potential.

I couldn’t help but feel wild joy in my heart, secretly thinking, “I have the golden shroud, and the life force-plundering ability can heal any injury. As long as I have enough life force to replenish, my body is like a CPU that can never be burned out no matter how much it’s overclocked, allowing me to unleash one hundred percent of my physical strength and tap into every drop of my potential, even surpassing Whitehair.”

Whether my idea was correct, I couldn’t know immediately. This wasn’t the training ground—if I “overclocked” too much and couldn’t absorb life force to heal, the result would be certain death. I could only wait until tomorrow’s training to further verify how much strength it could actually enhance.

Just as I was pondering this mysterious thing, the doorbell suddenly rang.

I was a little surprised, not knowing who could possibly come—after all, I didn’t know anyone here.

“Who could it be?”

I opened the door and was a bit taken aback to see the person standing quietly outside. The visitor was none other than the Middle-aged Man who had taught me the seven postures. His face was gloomy, showing not the slightest hint of happiness, as if everyone owed him a lot of money.

Middle-aged Man acted as if we were not strangers at all. Without waiting for an invitation, he walked right into my room as if it were the most natural thing. When he saw the food on my table, he sat down without a word and helped himself to my expensive dinner. Seeing how he ate, I wisely decided to order another meal. This time, I ordered three times my usual amount, and the price exceeded fourteen thousand yuan. Even so, I still felt a pang of pain over the cost.

I was already somewhat used to the harsh life here, but I still hadn’t gotten used to the exorbitant prices.