Vision Transformed

“It looks like this time it’s really going to take off!”
Chen Jue watched the surging data in the backend, feeling that even the cafeteria lunch tasted exceptionally delicious today.
If the last video of two throwing spikes pulling out the jokers in a deck of cards was a modest success, then this time, “The Art of Hidden Weapons” was undoubtedly showing signs of becoming a sensation.
Since posting the video, not only had the views and comments exploded, but even keywords like “master of skills,” “hidden weapons,” “art,” and “world record for stone skipping” appeared simultaneously on the trending list. It was as if one video had dominated the charts.
In this era of high frequency and fragmented content, a video creator who achieves such results in a single day may not immediately become a top influencer with ten million followers, but could easily amass at least a million fans across the internet.
“Not bad!”
“All this effort lately hasn’t been wasted.” Chen Jue smiled slightly, his mood soaring as he watched his earnings climb.
Money is a man’s courage; it’s also a necessity for ordinary people to find their footing in society.
Without this extra income, relying solely on his own savings, he couldn't have sustained this freewheeling lifestyle for long.
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Yet, while Chen Jue was enjoying lunch and resting at his apartment, some critical voices inevitably appeared in the comment section.
Professional debunkers began to jump in, trying to ride the wave of popularity.
“This video is definitely fake! It’s all post-production effects!”
“What kind of leaves are so sturdy? Even playing cards can barely cut through a sausage, let alone autumn leaves!”
“Especially that world record for stone skipping—obviously fake! No normal person can throw a stone over 100 meters, and you claim 136.5 meters, down to the decimal? (laughing)”
But as soon as these debunkers appeared, they were quickly swarmed by fans supporting the skill master.
They tagged these skeptics, urging them to watch Chen Jue’s live-action video where he shot down dozens of armored catfish.
With a single throw, he took down over a hundred, witnessed by a crowd and group members from the wild fishing team, with videos from multiple angles, cameras, and even live streams.
Faced with such direct evidence, those debunkers realized they’d made fools of themselves and hurriedly deleted their comments, activated stealth mode, and vanished.
Still, some stubborn critics kept arguing in the comments: “I admit the skill master’s dart-throwing is impressive, but these videos don’t prove he broke a world record! That’s a separate matter!”
This reply sounded reasonable, but was really just a sly way to grab attention.
Because Chen Jue’s video never mentioned “world record” at all—it simply showed the drone-measured distance, and the world record label was spontaneously added by fans.
So, a sharp-witted fan stepped up, replying with just one line: “Are you a stone-skipping iron mouth? If your words are so powerful, why not try skipping a stone with your tongue? (clown)”
Everyone was here to watch the skill master’s tricks; nobody cared to argue seriously.
Nitpicking a video on the internet? That’s pure clownery.
With this biting comment, fans gleefully copied and pasted it under the debunker’s posts, building a wall of replies.
This maneuver broke the debunker’s defenses, prompting them to delete their own comments and switch to fans-only settings to avoid being hounded all the way home.
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Naturally, Chen Jue paid no mind to these online squabbles, returning to the Wangyang apartment for a comfortable nap.
After waking up, he slipped over to the Jiang University track for another run.
Sunday afternoons at Jiang University were quiet; students were enjoying their youth, even the athletes were resting.
There were few people on the track, so Chen Jue did push-ups and Hannibal pull-ups, and tried out three street workout skills: double-arm support, front lever, and one-arm pull-up—moves designed to develop upper body and core strength.
These were more challenging than typical street workouts, with greater results.
After a few sets, Chen Jue felt his muscles aching, sweat pouring down like rain.
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[Ding~]
[Completed a high-intensity anaerobic workout. Your arms, shoulders, neck, waist, and back muscles have been efficiently exercised. Cardiopulmonary function is slightly improved, metabolism enhanced.]
[Strength attribute +0.01]
[Constitution attribute +0.01]
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“All that’s left is the human flag and Russian push-up, which I haven’t mastered yet.”
“Street workout truly breaks personal limits and is incredibly efficient!” Chen Jue felt deeply satisfied seeing the panel’s notifications.
With plenty of afternoon time, he rested and hydrated with water and sports drinks.
After resting, he did a few more sets, and his strength attribute increased another 0.01.
Chen Jue noticed that the weaker the body part being exercised, the greater the gains.
These street workout moves mostly targeted upper body and core; leg strength still needed more work.
Once he developed abs and mastered all five street workout skills, he’d need to learn more leg training.
“Hope little Hao recovers and leaves the hospital soon.”
“Teacher Li Rui, I really need your guidance!” Chen Jue hoped silently.
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Watching the setting sun, Chen Jue dragged his exhausted body to the cafeteria for a hearty meal, then returned to the apartment for a hot shower.
Online sources claim that soaking baths relieve exercise fatigue better, but his rented place only had a shower, not a bathtub.
As for daily spa treatments at Jingtanghui, his savings couldn’t support that.
So, Chen Jue used his resourcefulness, buying a foldable bath tub and some herbal bath packs online to try out their effects.
Since sellers touted their bath packs as miraculous—warming kidneys, strengthening yang, relieving fatigue, dispelling cold—and he could monitor his constitution attribute in real time, he figured it was worth a try.
It was only a few hundred yuan; if he could gain attributes from bathing, he’d be hitting the jackpot.
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After returning to the apartment, Chen Jue didn’t exercise further, but took some cod liver oil and ginseng slices and rested early.

Before sleeping, he chatted again with Teacher Wu.
They discussed the creative process behind the skill videos, amusing stories from their respective schools, and whatever topics piqued their interest.
It felt a bit like long phone conversations during school days, hours passing without interruption.
“Teacher Wu is becoming more proactive!” Chen Jue smiled at his phone’s WeChat.
With a girl to chat with, the evening flew by.
By the end, Chen Jue unknowingly slipped into deep sleep, and his panel rarely triggered a constitution attribute increase.
When he woke early the next morning, he felt relaxed and unusually energetic.
“Wonderful!”
Stretching, Chen Jue went up to the rooftop, practicing eye and ear exercises facing the sunrise.
After forty-five minutes, he found his vision clearer than ever—the faintly purple sunrise, the blue sky, patchy white clouds, and the serene Jiang University campus all laid out before him.
At that moment, the panel popped up:
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[Ding~]
[Completed an effective eye health exercise. Blood circulation in your eyes has accelerated, retinal mitochondria are highly active, and your vision is greatly improved.]
[Constitution attribute +0.01]
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“Has my vision recovered?”
“No need for glasses anymore?”
Chen Jue took out his last pair of 100-degree transitional glasses and put them on, but found they caused mild dizziness after a while.
This was a sign of mismatched correction!
His eyes now preferred naked vision without lenses.
“YES!”
“No more four-eyes!” Chen Jue excitedly clenched his fist and waved it at the blue sky.
Since awakening the panel, his eyes had undergone the most dramatic transformation.
Though his nearsightedness wasn’t fully cured—he still sensed slight blur and shadow at a distance, meaning he had about 40-50 degrees left—it was just accommodative spasm (the so-called “pseudo-myopia” doesn’t exist in professional ophthalmology), caused by excessive internal adjustment, resulting in confusion and inflated degree.
It no longer affected daily life or study; continued eye exercises and proper use would improve it further.
If he wore glasses now, his degree would worsen, turning pseudo-myopia into real myopia.
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Free from the glasses he’d worn for more than a decade, Chen Jue was in high spirits.
After almost a month of persistent training, he finally had a significant improvement, making him even more certain his initial choice was right.
“Keep it up!”
“Besides nearsightedness, I still need to tackle baldness, hemorrhoids, gallstones, and other ailments.” Chen Jue looked forward to the day he fully restored his health.
He drove to the park, where Teacher Wu was practicing with the old man as usual.
“Huh?”
“Brother Jue, where are your glasses?”
“Switched to contacts?” Wu Fang asked curiously, noticing that Chen Jue looked even more different today.
Without the glasses pressing down his nose, his features were fully revealed!
And regular routines had cleared away much of the stubborn oil and dull skin, leaving his complexion fair and lips faintly red—a total transformation from their first meeting!
Though his looks rated only a five, with this clean, sunny aura, he was easily a mid-to-upper-level handsome guy, with hair being the only flaw.
Especially his eyes, which shone bright and clear in the morning sunlight.
Wu Fang had only seen such clean eyes on her students.
“No contacts; early sleep and early rise have improved my vision, feels better without glasses,” Chen Jue smiled, not explaining further.
After all, dropping from over 500 degrees to 40-50 in one month was unbelievable.
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After greeting Wu Fang and the old man, Chen Jue slipped into the grove.
Zhao Jianguo’s tai chi class only closed for rain; otherwise, even on holidays, plenty of retirees nearby came to practice.
These elderly students had both money and leisure, with health being their main concern.
And the bearded middle-aged Daoist, as usual, sat at the stone table sipping tea and chanting sutras. Yet his narrowed eyes keenly noticed the changes in Chen Jue’s face.
“Glasses are gone?”
“Such clear eyes!”
Master Zhiqing murmured, feeling that the time was ripe to approach Chen Jue after class.
Unexpectedly, once Chen Jue joined the group and began self-practice, his tai chi moves grew increasingly fluid and unpredictable.
Feet apart, body gently rising and falling, his tai chi forms flowed from simple to complex, smoothly executed whenever he felt comfortable.
When he finished a single-whip move, the air snapped with a crisp “thwack.”
Master Zhiqing, just sipping tea, was so startled he sprayed it out!
“An echo worth its weight in gold!”
“He… he actually taught himself?” Master Zhiqing stared in disbelief, hurriedly wiping tea and leaves from his mouth.
Meanwhile, Chen Jue, after the single whip, felt goosebumps relax, and the heat gathered inside him poured out through his pores onto his arms.
His sleeves and palms were soaked with sweat.
Just then, the panel popped up:
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[Ding~]
[Skill proficiency reached 100%, multiple skills leveled up.]
[Tai Chi Twenty-Four Forms Lv2 → Mastery]
[Tai Chi Thirteen Stances Lv2 → Lv3]
[Your understanding of tai chi as a comprehensive exercise has deepened; common moves now pose no difficulty.]
[You’ve mastered a special power technique, able to unleash maximum force in an instant through muscular transformation.]
[Cardiopulmonary function enhanced; coccyx contraction and nerve sensitivity improved; your external danger perception has increased.]
[Constitution attribute +0.01]
[Mental attribute +0.01]
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“A critical hit!”
Chen Jue looked at the panel’s string of notifications, delighted.
This morning’s practice brought too many good tidings.
Especially after mastering this special power technique, Chen Jue found his skin sensitivity in hands and feet greatly heightened.
He could raise goosebumps at will, seeing the hairs stand on end in any area—a magical sight.
“Is this a fixed power technique, like a coded program?” Chen Jue wondered.
He didn’t know its practical use yet, but his hand strength had clearly increased.
If he skipped stones now, he’d surely break yesterday’s world distance record.
Just as he was immersed in his upgraded tai chi, preparing to leave, the middle-aged Daoist at the stone table finally couldn’t sit still.
He quickly strode over and saluted Chen Jue: “Fated one, please wait!”
Zhao Jianguo hurried over to introduce the Longmen sect Daoist: “Chen, this is my senior brother, Master Zhiqing.”
“Fated one?”
“Is there something, Master Zhiqing?” Chen Jue stopped, looking puzzled.
“I see your talent is extraordinary, able to grasp 'ming jin' power technique on your own, so I wish to form a good bond with you!” Master Zhiqing explained.
“‘Ming jin’? Is that the goosebumps trick?” Chen Jue blinked, intrigued.
“Goosebumps is just a simple term! Chinese martial arts are ancient and profound, especially tai chi, an internal health practice with three types of power techniques: clear, concealed, and transforming.”
“And I see you’ve shed eye ailments and regained clear vision, showing talent in eye techniques too. If you learn our Longmen sect’s Nine-Yang Eye Training, you’ll surely reach new heights!”
Master Zhiqing then widened his eyes, uttered a strange vocalization, and—without using his hands—his eye sockets flushed red, eyes becoming especially vibrant.
“Impressive!” Chen Jue was startled.
With morning red-light therapy and eye exercises, Chen Jue could achieve similar redness, but only with hand massage.
“Master, are you inviting me to join?” Chen Jue asked curiously.
“To be honest, that is my intention. To teach my sect’s techniques, entry to the sect is required. Would you be interested?” Master Zhiqing was direct.
Zhao Jianguo chimed in, briefly introducing the Longmen sect.
It was the most influential branch among the Seven Quanzhen sects—though not as famous as Wudang, it was a legitimate Daoist school.
But Chen Jue, an ordinary man with a cheat panel, still focused on worldly matters and had no intention of monastic practice.
Even Zhao Jianguo, as a lay practitioner, was beyond Chen Jue’s willingness.
He was a secular man, full of distractions, unable to achieve the pure, desireless heart of a true cultivator.
So, after a brief chat, Chen Jue politely declined Master Zhiqing’s invitation.
Yet he was intrigued by the clear, concealed, and transforming power techniques, as well as the Nine-Yang Eye Training. He decided to research them online for detailed tutorials.
His eye massage was losing efficacy; simply restoring vision was no longer enough.
To achieve the goals of the “Strongest Human Plan 1.0.0,” his eye training methods needed further improvement and upgrades.
First update~
This chapter is a double, and I’d appreciate a few votes.
Slept a lot during the day, likely due to coughing affecting my cardiopulmonary function, so my stamina is less than usual.
PS: Daoists address ordinary people in seven ways: benefactor, fated one, incense guest, lay practitioner, blessed one, donor, believer.
Not everyone is called donor; only those who have given material gifts or donated merit money. Those who haven’t given are just benefactors.
‘Fated one’ refers to those who have formed a bond with the sect.
(End of chapter)