Early the next morning, Jack Young woke up right on time. The sky was still dim, just on the verge of sunrise. After living at the Jingwu Athletic Association, he’d gotten used to working with the sun, and now his own biological clock simply refused to let him sleep in.
He grabbed his keys and went downstairs for a jog, practicing a few rounds of the Basic Boxing Routine. These days, Jack’s own style had started to show—balanced between hardness and softness, quick and slow, blending moves from different routines. Ever since he started learning Tang Internal Martial Arts, the physical techniques could no longer limit his imagination.
After buying breakfast outside his apartment complex, Jack tried to sense the flow of Qi among the crowd. His goal was to be able to observe Qi movement clearly even without using Slow-Motion Vision. If he could pull that off, his skill in Tang Internal Martial Arts would reach a whole new level.
He strolled leisurely to the market, watching the chickens flutter in their cages and the fresh meat laid out on the counter, buying a bit of everything. By the time he got back, it was already 7:30, but Maggie Monroe’s room was still dead quiet. Jack listened carefully—yep, she was still mumbling in her sleep.
Honestly, people who can sleep in are living the dream!
"Turns out, farm-raised poultry and livestock are totally useless," Jack said, pressing his hand to the fresh meat and shaking his head. Absorbing the essence of wild beasts is a core part of the Titan Spirit Method, so it comes with special techniques for extracting their life energy.
Jack had just tried it—these cuts of beef, lamb, and chicken were completely useless, didn’t help at all.
Makes sense, though. It’s called the Titan Spirit Method, not the Chicken-Duck Method. You need the bones and flesh of real wild beasts for it to work. The chickens they sell at the market have bones so brittle they’re practically useless.
So, all this meat is getting turned into century egg and pork congee!
At eight o’clock, Maggie Monroe floated out of her bedroom, drawn by the smell. She plopped down at the table, eyes still bleary, and grinned, "Man, having a guy in the house is great—he even makes breakfast."