Legend of the Mythological Genes Chapter 42: Cultivating while Imprisoned

In the dim room that was about to be locked, Feng Lin was violently pushed. He staggered and only managed to regain his footing with great difficulty.

BOOM!

A loud noise rang out, the door behind him was slammed shut as he was locked inside this prison with nowhere to escape. Darkness was everywhere. He couldn't even see the fingers on his hand when he stretched his hands out.

"Obediently stay inside the imprisonment room. Don't try anything funny!"

"This fellow simply has guts as big as the skies, he actually dares to disobey the head butler. He doesn't know how the word 'death' is written!"

"This person is already crippled. After offending the head butler, there's no way out for you in your entire lifetime!"

The clan's disciplinary squadron locked Feng Lin into the imprisonment room, laughing as they left.

Feng Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, his face fading into the darkness as his expression grew heavy.

He couldn't help but admit that his thinking was far too naive!

This time around, his head-on confrontation for a negotiation had completely failed, and he even ended up in such desperate straits.

He naively overestimated the goodwill of the clan. He didn't expect the head butler would be so cruel, not bothering to even give him a chance. His suggestion of a bet was rejected as well, and he was directly locked up here. Right now, all his hopes were dashed.

What should he do next?

Feng Lin was clueless, but he didn't intend to give up.

Because, the moment he gave up, it would really have meant that he would have no more opportunities.

As a human experiencing two lifetimes, what else couldn't he see through?

Everything had to be fought for. If he gave up without fighting, he wouldn't have the slightest hope at all.

Hence, until the last moment arrived, he would absolutely never give up.

The four walls inside the imprisonment room were constructed with alloys. They were like an iron bastion, an impenetrable fortress. Without the door being opened from the outside, not even a fly could manage to fly out if it was trapped inside. Escape was impossible.

Also, there were no forms of any technology inside here. It isolated all signals, and he had no way to communicate with the outside world. Darkness—his only companion, making so that he couldn't even sense the flow of time. This place was a cage that was built to engender despair.

If someone was trapped inside here for too long, they might even go crazy.

Feng Lin had only stayed in here for a short while, but he was already feeling extremely anxious and frustrated. He wanted to scream out loud to vent his emotions.

He didn't know whether his parents and siblings would worry because they didn't know of his current situation.

However, continuing to wait wasn't a solution. If he couldn't think of a way out, why didn't he cultivate?

Feng Lin's state of heart gradually calmed down, he wanted to use cultivation as a way to while the time away.

Strength was the only fundamental—it was everything. He had to accumulate strength bit by bit to use them in appropriate situations effectively. He needed to use all opportunities and effectively utilize the time he had to increase his strength.

Hence, Feng Lin told himself that he couldn't waste his time by being dispirited. He had to put all his efforts into cultivating despite being trapped in this dark imprisonment room.

Under the cover of darkness, a mocking smile lit up his face.

Did you think that imprisoning me would suppress my will to fight and cause me to sink into despair?

No! It would only spur me on to grow stronger!

Bang, bang, bang!

Not long later, the sounds of punches rang out in the sealed imprisonment room. Space was trembling from the force. The wind generated by the punches blasted into the walls like thunder, causing the hearts of those who heard it to tremble.

After finishing a round of his practice with the Vajra Subduing Devil Fist, Feng Lin's sharp senses discovered that his genetic potential didn't even increase by a single point. It seemed like the nutrients he had consumed from the potion of life earlier, had now been completely exhausted. He couldn't continue practicing on forcefully like this, or his lifeforce might end up being overdrafted again…

From his robes, he carefully took out a bottle that was filled with amber-colored liquid. This was a bottle of a potion of life. This might be the stroke of luck that he needed.

Earlier, those people from the disciplinary squadron basically didn't expect that a low-grade clansman like Feng Lin would actually have such valuable potions. Hence, they didn't search his body, or they would've definitely taken all of the potions of life.

Currents of icy cold and fiery heat flooded his body.

The familiar effects of the potion of life kicked in the moment he swallowed it. The cold energy soon transformed into warm currents akin to lava.

Right now, he felt like he was being barbequed on the stove. The blazing heat tempered his body as a transformation occurred.

Agony was like tides of the ocean, coming forth in a wave, challenging his spirit and endurance, wanting to drown him in this boundlessly vast darkness.

However, with his prior experience, Feng Lin didn't feel any panic. He sat cross-legged in the darkness and endured the agony while quickly adjusting his body to the transformation.

His qi and blood churned as his sweat dripped onto the ground. His clothes were soon wet from the sweat as they stuck to his body.

The violent energy currents surged forth around his body, challenging the limits of his body again and again.

Each and single part of his body was filled with pain, his organs broke down and reassembled, growing stronger and stronger with each cycle.

This time, his experience wasn't that different from the first time he had consumed a potion of life. Feng Lin had gradually gotten used to it.

The warm currents in him continued flowing into every part of his body, seeping into the depths. The energy flowed into his organs, his cells, his cell nuclei...layer by layer, from the external to the internal, all the way to the genes!

Feng Lin began to radiate a burst of red light. This red light was clear and transparent, yet it had a dark color causing the light to resemble blood.

As the heat seeped in, Feng Lin vaguely could see a familiar scene once again, giving him a feeling akin to déjà vu.

In the dark space of the vast universe, the microscopic true form of genes appeared in his vision. They were like two pythons that coiled together, slowly revolving as they rose up in space continuously.

The scalding medicinal strength of the potion continued to seep in. It was like a spark that lit up every single one of his genes, igniting the entire prairie.

The double-helix model that represented his genes rapidly multiplied, emitting a light akin to the stars, pure, mysterious, and ancient...

The starlight converged, swiftly extending through the darkness.

Under the assistance of the potency of the potion, the genes unceasingly divided and gave rise to new life matter that proliferated through his entire body. His cells, his blood, his organs… His entire being felt as though it was being reconstructed as it carried out an all-out transformation of life evolution. He grew taller, faster, and stronger...

Crack, crack.

Feng Lin suddenly straightened his back. His bones were emitting cracking sounds resembling firecrackers. His sweat formed out of impurities in his body, mixed together with blood, forming a sticky substance on his skin. However, it was much better compared to the previous time.

His muscles quivered. The grime and dirt on him fell onto the ground as his body regained its cleanse state. This was even more convenient than taking a shower.

After experiencing the previous transformation brought by the potion of life he had consumed, his body now was gradually approaching the perfect state as it continued to evolve. The impurities in his body grew lesser as the degree of change after consuming the potion also grew smaller.

This time, his viewpoint was the same. He no longer grew taller and maintained his current appearance.

Clearly, 1.9 meters tall was the best suitable height for humans. His height, his speed, and strength had reached a perfect state.

Feng Lin knew there was definitely a transformation that happened inside his body. He immediately viewed his genetic information.

Name: Feng Lin

Vitality: 2.5

Monkey Gene: 10

Stonebirth Gene: 8

Genetic Potential: 178%

His potential didn't increase, and the strengthening tally of his genes didn't increase as well.

His vitality had some changes. It increased by 0.2 and reached 2.5.

Next, Feng Lin continued to cultivate assiduously. He wasn't aware of the flow of time; he would just sleep when he got tired and would continue with his cultivation once he was awake, all while digesting the potency of the potion of life.

This cycle of action was simple, yet boring. However, it was like he didn't know fatigue; he actually found joy in completing the cycle.

Humans were social creatures after all. Being imprisoned was an extremely torturous ordeal, yet Feng Lin gradually managed to seek solace in the midst of the darkness.

This imprisonment room had actually provided him with a quiet place for cultivation. As he continued to consume the potions of life, the nutrients depleted by his training would be replenished again and again.

Genetic potential +18%, +16%, +14%...

His genetic potential explosively soared. Very soon, his genetic potential reached 308%, granting him three free genetic points to spend. It was enough to push the Stonebirth Gene to its max.

His vitality surged up, swiftly reaching 2.9. He was just a single step away from reaching 3.

In the short span of time, by using the potions of life and his genetic equation ability, he was improving rapidly.

However, all these were still far from sufficient. The head butler was a true interstellar cultivator. Just based on his vitality stats alone, the head butler could crush him completely.

If he wanted to resist, he had to become a true interstellar cultivator as well.

The road ahead was still long...

Feng Lin took a short break before he continued with his cultivation again. He was like an iron man that didn't know fatigue.

Tap, tap…!

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps rang out, gradually getting closer.

Feng Lin's ears moved slightly. His sharp senses had heard that. He turned and shouted out, "Who is it?"

"Feng Lin, I'm here to see you!" A burst of low-sounding laughter rang out.

Feng Lin felt strange. He had always been alone in the clan and didn't interact much with anyone. Who would pay him a visit in the imprisonment room? In fact, who would know that he had been locked up?

He felt extremely bewildered in his heart. However, this voice was familiar to him. It was just that he temporarily couldn't recall who it belonged to.

When that person revealed his identity, Feng Lin got a shock. This was an unexpected guest that he would have never thought of.

Chapter end