Eat More Fish

Chen Fei looked at the bewildering number of people in front of him who desperately practiced boxing to become a master, sighing.
"Compete? I don't think so. My motto is never to stand when you can sit."
So the panel answered his call.
"Extreme Mountain Fist Technique simplification in progress... simplification successful... Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique"
"Extreme Mountain Breathing Method simplification in progress... simplification successful... Breathing"
Chen Fei took a deep breath.
"Extreme Mountain Breathing Method experience +1."
"...So I can cultivate by breathing alone?"

Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques

"Big Brother Chen, I've just heated up some wine. Would you like a bit?"

At night, the entire caravan camped to rest. Chen Fei sat by the campfire, gazing absentmindedly at the distant sky. Chu Lan approached Chen Fei cautiously and handed him a warm wine jug.

Chen Fei turned his head to look at Chu Lan, a slight smile on his face.

"I also have some jerky over there, Big Brother Chen. Let me fetch some for you." Seeing Chen Fei's smile, Chu Lan blushed slightly, lowered her head shyly, and hurriedly ran towards a nearby campfire.

Chen Fei's smile stirred something in Chu Lan's heart. Since she first saw Chen Fei in the caravan, she hoped to see his face every day and even have conversations with him.

However, due to her reserved nature, Chu Lan only dared to appear in front of Chen Fei briefly before quickly retreating. She would then find another reason to approach Chen Fei again.

This pattern repeated for two whole days.

Eight Feet Tall, Eight Feet Waist