The Weight Room. ★Complete Novels★ Usually, this gravity room, decorated for show at the fitness club, rarely saw guests. Today, it welcomed a peculiar visitor.

The female manager of the gravity room observed Qin Fen and the three figures behind him with a discerning eye. One attendant was normal enough. But why was Manager Hua, typically aloof and powerful, present? And a warehouse keeper as well?

This wasn't what perplexed the manager. What truly piqued her curiosity were the complexions of the three accompanying figures. They were ashen, as if they’d just clawed their way out of a flour vat, their eyes wide with the shock of having seen a prehistoric beast.

Double gravity—that was certainly excessive. It demanded an extraordinarily robust heart. But surely not enough to warrant such astonishment?

After a long silence, Manager Hua raised a hand to wipe away the bead of sweat the size of a large bean from his forehead. "This... this simply can't be human, can it?" he muttered. He was currently wearing equipment weighing 4,000 jin. Now, stepping into a room with double gravity meant he was effectively bearing 8,000 jin—four tons. If he were human, he would have been flattened into a paste.

The female attendant looked at Qin Fen’s back, her shock far exceeding Manager Hua’s.

In the double gravity room, where not a single person usually dared to stay, Qin Fen felt indescribably comfortable in the thousand-square-meter isolated space. He gently moved his limbs. The Twenty-Four Form Simplified Tai Chi, Arhat Fist, Hung Gar Fist, Black Dragon Fist, Fire Dragon Fist, Coiling Dragon Fist, Green Dragon Fist, the three forms of the Great Brahma Subduing Demon Palm, and the Wu Quan set from the Sacred Martial Hall—all manifested ceaselessly in his punches and kicks. His movements accelerated as his fists and feet gained speed.

The female attendant felt her eyes struggling to keep up with Qin Fen's form. He was wearing 4,000 jin, inside a double gravity room!

Manager Hua cautiously approached the monitor to check on Qin Fen’s status. The color that had just begun to return to his face instantly drained away again. The terrifying speed wasn't the most astonishing part; it was his hands and feet.

"That... that set of forms?" Manager Hua felt a strange sense of familiarity. His mind quickly dredged up memories of a martial artist who had once performed a similar routine after receiving an invitation from the Sacred Martial Hall.

"It is the set of forms used when the [Sacred Martial Hall] issues an invitation." Yes, Manager Hua felt his heart was about to explode. He never expected to see this set of forms again after so many years, and displayed by someone so young.

The most crucial point, the manager was certain of, was that this young man named Qin Fen understood the [Sacred Martial Hall] forms with profound depth.

"Rhythm. The hands and feet have form, but they also possess spirit. Many only execute the form; those who capture the spirit are one in a hundred, perhaps one in a thousand." Manager Hua recalled words once spoken by the martial arts coach at the club: “Many only execute the form; those who capture the spirit are one in a hundred.”

That day, Manager Hua couldn't grasp the meaning of the statement. But witnessing Qin Fen’s flowing movements—the rise and fall of his stance—a sliver of understanding dawned in his mind. This young man was embodying the so-called spirit, not merely the form. That was why he gave off an air of natural perfection.

Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes.

Qin Fen’s movements did not cease. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill within his body, under this immense pressure, seemed like a true dragon breaking through the ice. His meridians felt a fullness they had never known before, invigorating him and fueling his excitement the longer he fought. As the excitement rose, some previously impenetrable martial arts barriers suddenly and strangely dissolved.

Manager Hua’s smile was filled with vitality. "Today is truly a good day for training the heart!" This young man had been practicing for nearly an hour in there, and only now was a trickle of sweat appearing on his brow. What kind of stamina did he possess?

Moreover, Manager Hua stared intently at the floor panels of the gravity room. Although the floor was made of reinforced stone slabs, against a monster carrying four tons of weight, they seemed as fragile as freshly baked eggshells, liable to shatter with a single misplaced kick.

Yet, an hour passed, and only seven panels in the room showed cracks. Only one was completely pulverized. The extent of the cracking on the others varied wildly.

Incredible control. The manager inhaled, the air feeling colder than he’d ever known. This young master—no, this young martial artist—was not just backed by powerful connections. His current strength alone made him a worthy investment.

In the vast gravity room, Qin Fen executed a Shun Bu Single Whip, sweat flying from his forearm as it cut through the air with sharp cracks. The stone panels beneath his feet thudded rhythmically but remained intact. Extended training under constant gravity had further refined his control.

He stopped his form, gazing around the gravity room. If he could train here for three to five months, perhaps he wouldn't crush a single stone slab underfoot again?

Pushing open the door, Qin Fen felt an immediate lightness as he stepped out, the double gravity gone. His body felt unburdened, as free as a bird soaring.

"Mr. Qin," Manager Hua stepped forward, offering a pristine white towel. "We have the most comfortable bathing facilities here. Would you prefer to eat first, then bathe, or bathe before dining?"

Qin Fen took the towel, dabbing the sweat from his brow. "I'll bathe first."

Having paid the entrance fee for the Tianma Club, everything within was complimentary. Qin Fen saw no need to stand on ceremony with them.

"Oh, right. About this suit..."

"Mr. Qin," Manager Hua interrupted gently. "This gravity suit is designed like underwear. You couldn't possibly wear it and expect other patrons to use it afterward, could you? That would harm our reputation."

"Does this mean it becomes my exclusive attire?" Qin Fen recalled that such privileges usually required the VIP Gold Card.

"No, no, no!" Manager Hua waved his hands repeatedly. "What I mean is, please accept this gravity suit as a gift."

"What?"

Qin Fen paused, the towel hovering above his forehead. He stared blankly at Manager Hua. This suit must be worth over a million, at least.

"Yes," Manager Hua smiled. "Given the weight of this lead suit, it’s unlikely others would find it suitable. As the saying goes, 'A rare fragrance for a fair lady, a prized saber for a hero.' While this isn't a famed saber, it is..." He chuckled softly.

Qin Fen looked down at the gravity lead suit, which he found very satisfying. He slowly raised his head. "What do I need to give in return? There’s no such thing as a free lunch, is there?"

Manager Hua observed Qin Fen’s quiet, unperturbed eyes, silently praising him: As expected of a descendant from a prominent family. Faced with a ridiculously expensive lead suit worth millions, there wasn't even a hint of sudden, inappropriate excitement or elation. It was as if a thirty-thousand item was as cheap as a common street bun.

"Hehe, is there such a thing as taking something for nothing?" Manager Hua’s practiced smile had reached a level that instantly inspired a sense of connection. "If I have an ulterior motive, it’s simply that I wish to use this suit to make a friend of you. I wonder if Mr. Qin would grant me that honor?"

Qin Fen nodded slowly. Although the smile was a professional façade, the words themselves seemed genuine, lacking any hint of veiled malice or conspiracy.

"This friendship is valuable," Qin Fen stated, his voice even. He pointed at the gravity suit. "It's not cheap."

A genuine spark of happiness shone through Manager Hua’s professional smile. The other party acknowledging the gesture was better than he had anticipated.

Manager Hua and the attendant escorted Qin Fen to the bathing area before stopping. All the facilities here were private; it wasn't a large communal bathhouse, but it didn't feel cramped either.

After a quick shower, Qin Fen felt energized as he lifted the heavy clothing from the bench. The lead suit was designed cleverly—it hadn't absorbed any sweat at all.

Qin Fen chuckled again. Such a feature must be necessary. Otherwise, coated in grime, where would he find a washing machine capable of cleaning nearly four thousand jin of clothing? Even washing by hand would likely break one's wrists.

Putting the gravity gear back on, Qin Fen discovered that wearing it actually felt more comfortable.

"Mr. Qin, shall we go eat now?"

Qin Fen rubbed his stomach. That massive workout had indeed left him ravenously hungry.

As they entered the elegant dining hall, Manager Hua allowed a proud smile to grace his lips. The Tianma Fitness Club’s restaurant surpassed many five-star hotel dining rooms. Not only was the food exquisite and the flavor sublime, but their nutritionist was a rare specialist, hard to find even in Shengjing City.

"How is it?"

Manager Hua watched Qin Fen rapidly consuming a mouthful of rice, then eagerly posed his customary leading question, awaiting the barrage of compliments he usually received.

"The flavor is first-rate."

"You flatter me, you flatter me." Manager Hua offered a humble bow.

"The presentation, aroma, and taste are all perfect."

"You flatter me, you flatter me." Manager Hua's superficial vanity began to glow brilliantly.

"The nutrition is lacking slightly."

"You flatter me—what?" Manager Hua, already reciting his habitual response, suddenly snapped to attention as Qin Fen’s reply shifted from praise to critique. This was unprecedented since the club's opening.

Qin Fen pointed at the bowl he had just emptied. "The nutritional balance is decent, but not perfect. There are flaws."

Manager Hua stared at Qin Fen blankly, his eyebrows knitting together unevenly. Jokes must have a limit. If he said the taste was bad, perhaps that was a matter of preference. If he criticized the appearance, that could be a difference in aesthetic appreciation. But to comment on nutritional balance?

Manager Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Nutritional science was now a complete and sophisticated discipline. Being young, skilled in martial arts, and having powerful backing didn't grant one the authority to dictate dietary science. Those were entirely separate fields.

"The oil content was excessive by two and a half grams. The salt was also slightly over the limit," Qin Fen frowned slightly as he critiqued the dish he’d just eaten. "Perhaps flavor was prioritized over achieving optimal synergy between the nutrients."

Two and a half grams? Manager Hua’s expression grew even stranger. One must draw the line somewhere, even when boasting. If the oil was truly increased by precisely two and a half grams, could he actually taste that difference?

"And furthermore," Qin Fen showed no sign of stopping. Since the other party sincerely asked for feedback, he naturally had to answer thoroughly. While he couldn't compare to Inzaghi in pharmaceuticals, he certainly knew food. Otherwise, all those years of eating terrible meals would have been wasted.

In the span of a single minute, Qin Fen analyzed all four dishes and one soup before him, finding distinct defects in each.

Manager Hua stood frozen, unsure how to respond. This had never happened before, and he couldn't conceive that the Tianma Fitness Club's offerings would contain such errors.

"Who said my cooking has problems?"

A furious, rough bellow suddenly echoed through the quiet hall. Qin Fen looked up to see a portly master, clad in a chef's uniform and wielding a cleaver and a wok, shuffling his body—which could be described as either fat or powerfully built—toward them.

Clang.

A cleaver embedded itself deeply into the ten-centimeter-thick marble slab in front of Qin Fen. The handle vibrated slightly from the force of the impact.

Manager Hua, who possessed near-absolute authority over the entire Tianma Fitness Club, glanced at the bear-like chef approaching and hastily retreated to the side. This man, too, was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Manager Hua sighed inwardly. The Tianma Fitness Club had two staff members who were untouchable elders. The chef before him, built like a bear and resembling Zhang Fei, was one of them.

In Shengjing City today, people ate not just for taste and nutrition, but also for face. Fei Wei, Chef Fei, was precisely the kind of chef who could make a person 'eat face.'

In the entire Federation, nearly all talents in pharmaceutical sciences considered it an honor to be accepted into the Giant Masters Bioengineering Academy. To secure a teaching position there was to earn the awe of almost all their peers. To become a Doctoral Supervisor there? That person could walk sideways in the entire pharmaceutical world.

And if one were invited to be the Chief Doctoral Supervisor? That person was practically a titan in the pharmaceutical field. Suppose someone was hired as the Chief Doctoral Supervisor by the Giant Masters Academy, but told the institution, "No, I quit, I'm not serving you."

Such a person was either insane or so incredibly powerful that it defied belief.

Fei Wei was exactly such a person—one who had told the Giant Masters Bioengineering Academy "No, I quit."

Manager Hua couldn't fathom why someone so arrogant would end up working as a chef in the Tianma Fitness Club, seemingly enjoying it too.

The only thing Manager Hua knew was that when he took over as manager, his superiors had explicitly instructed him: Elder Fei Wei could do whatever he wished. Even if he slapped a member across the face, Manager Hua was not to intervene.

Initially, the manager wondered if such unchecked authority was wise. Then, on one—and only one—occasion, a drunken member overturned a table and cursed the food for being inedible. Elder Fei Wei emerged and slapped the member twice across the face.

At the time, Manager Hua was contemplating how to manage the fallout, but the member, whose family possessed significant background, merely wiped his stinging cheeks with a satisfied smile and cheerfully left the club.

The next day, he returned for his workout, acting as if the beating he received the previous day was nothing to be ashamed of.

Manager Hua stood nearby in the tense dining hall, nervously glancing at Qin Fen. Surely this young master won't also end up getting slapped?