Inside the kraft paper bag was a thin, yellowish booklet.

The pages of the booklet were yellowed, broken, and mottled, but it was a thread-bound ancient manuscript.

On the cover of the ancient manuscript were two seal script characters: Turtle Extreme.

Yang Fei had already seen the Extreme Tiger's ancient texts, so he wasn't surprised to see this one.

Almost habitually, he found another item in the kraft paper bag.

It was still an identical bronze box.

After opening it, the base of the box's warm jade lifted up.

In the center of the warm jade was a dark amber crystal, about the size of a finger.

The mottled patterns within the Tiger Amber Crystal formed the image of a tiger roaring to the sky.

However, the pattern in this crystal depicted a large turtle lying on the ground.

The turtle's head was half-extended, and its eyes were clear and gentle.

It seemed as if all things in the world were reflected in the turtle's eyes.

Just one look at this miraculous expression, and the violent intent in Yang Fei's mind instantly cooled off.

It felt like a red-hot iron plate meeting ice.

There was also a note in the kraft paper bag.

The note was already yellowed, and the handwriting was messy.

"Extreme Tiger for madness, Turtle Extreme for patience, Tiger and Turtle complement each other to become divine skills."

These characters were vigorous and dripping, like long spears and halberds, full of sharp aura.

However, the overall feeling wasn't piercing. Instead, it exuded a sense of perfection and harmony.

Such handwriting definitely wasn't from his master.

Moreover, judging by the fire-lacquer seal on the kraft paper bag, it had been sealed for at least ten years.

For some reason, seeing this note made Yang Fei feel an incredible sense of familiarity.

It seemed as if he had seen this kind of handwriting somewhere before.

Already experienced in practicing Extreme Tiger.

Yang Fei now practiced Turtle Extreme with ease and without any doubt.

He first swallowed the Turtle Crystal, then closed his eyes to rest.

Not knowing what the Turtle Crystal was made of, as soon as he swallowed it, it turned into a cool vortex that dispersed throughout his body.

Yang Fei didn't feel any unusual sensations.

Yang Fei turned the pages of the Turtle Extreme ancient manuscript and began studying the mental method of Turtle Extreme.

The first style of Turtle Extreme was called Turtle Hibernation.

The person practicing it should resemble a real large turtle lying with all fours on the ground.

One must calm the mind, disperse the bodily energy, reduce the heartbeat rate, and rest with closed eyes.

Yang Fei knew this set of cultivation techniques was imitating the breathing method of turtles.

Using it to quell the killing and violent thoughts within his body, he couldn't help but grumble.

"Damn it, being a real man yet learning to be a turtle."

"Before mastering this, I'd rather not find a wife to avoid her cheating."

This set of techniques was indeed too ridiculous when practiced.

Yang Fei simply covered himself with a blanket, maintaining the posture while practicing and sleeping simultaneously.

The posture of Turtle Extreme was strange, but the breathing method was exceptionally unique.

The breath was continuous and dense, almost imperceptible.

Gradually, Yang Fei's mind completely relaxed.

He felt like a real large turtle swimming in the boundless deep sea.

Everything became incredibly leisurely, and the days turned extraordinarily long, as if time never ended.

He felt comfortable, free of worries, without any selfish or distracting thoughts.

Even the ever-present blood feud of the Evil Dragon's downfall seemed extremely distant.

In a daze, Yang Fei understood.

This was the true reflection of the Longevity Turtle's inner self.

In its nearly ten thousand years of life, what did it care about gains and losses?

After all, everything would vanish with time.

In this wonderful relaxation, Yang Fei fell asleep comfortably.

He slept until noon the next day.

Yang Fei opened his eyes and felt incredulous.

Since he could remember, he had been in the military.

The iron discipline of the military and regular life routines had formed a fixed biological clock.

For the past few years, waking up at six-thirty every morning was an unbreakable habit for Yang Fei.

But this time, he unexpectedly overslept.

However, the unrestrained and utterly relaxed feeling in his dream was truly enjoyable.

Yang Fei felt reluctant to wake up.

He yawned and then noticed that he was still maintaining the Turtle Hibernation posture.

The Essence Qi within his body was extremely vigorous, and his blood flow was smooth.

Just in one night, Yang Fei felt that his martial arts skills had slightly improved.

More importantly, the killing intent that had been filling his mind last night had significantly diminished.

Moreover, his injured lungs didn't seem to hurt as much.

Yang Fei was both surprised and delighted.

Old Silver Stick's method was indeed effective.

He felt energetic and did a few sit-ups on the bed.

He felt like the Essence Qi in his body was about to overflow.

Ordinary people would feel tired and lazy after oversleeping.

However, Yang Fei felt pure in spirit and refreshed, with every cell brimming with vitality.

"Damn it, although it looks ridiculous, this method isn't bad."

"Who knows, maybe practicing like this will make Little Bird Yang undergo a second development and become super large?"

Thinking of this, Yang Fei burst into a broad smile.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At this moment, Yang Fei's door suddenly resounded with loud knocks.

From the sound, it seemed less like knocking and more like kicking the door panel.

Immediately, Lin Xueyi's voice rang out.

"Is that lazybones still not awake? This guy is usually lazy, but he wouldn't sleep indefinitely."

From Lin Xueyi's tone, it was clear that she had knocked more than once.

But Yang Fei, sleeping too deeply from practicing Turtle Extreme, hadn't heard the knocking at all.

"If this doesn't work, let's break in. I'm really worried something might have happened to him."

This voice was Zhang Lifang's, a woman's voice filled with anxiety.

"Bah, what could possibly have happened to that lazybones?"

"Say, do you think he's hiding a woman in the room?"

Lin Xueyi spat and suddenly said.

This almost made Yang Fei cough up blood.

"No way, Brother Fei isn't that kind of person."

"Hmph, if he dares, I'll... I'll never forgive him."

Zhang Lifang was momentarily stunned, then huffed angrily: "Everyone has a responsibility to deal with lechers."

Listening to the increasingly outrageous conversation of the two women outside.

Yang Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

He mischievously crept to the door, unlocked it, and suddenly flung it open.

Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang, who had been discussing breaking in, were both startled.

When their gazes fell on Yang Fei, both women screamed in fright.

This bastard was only wearing underwear.

He appeared utterly uncovered in front of the two women.

Yang Fei's slender body was fit, with an inverted triangle figure, full of strength but not overly rough.

His spindle-shaped muscles and every tendon exuded a sense of masculine power.

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