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The air was scorching, filled with the heavy smell of sweat, rust, and male hormones.
Heavy thuds rose and fell, never ceasing.
Looking around, dozens of Grade 1 students, each shirtless and muscular, their muscles as solid as rocks, sweat flowing freely down their bulging lines.
"Ho-ha!!!"
"Get up!!!"
Deafening roars and heavy breathing intertwined.
Some were frantically pushing and lifting barbells weighing hundreds of kilograms, their neck veins bulging like dragons;
some were swinging solid iron bars thicker than their thighs, creating a dull whistling sound;
others were flipping specially made alloy tires with a rumbling sound, the ground seeming to groan with each exertion.
"Hey! Old Wang! Those pecs are practically like a monster's! So hard they hurt your hands! Come on, help your brother with two sets of bench presses, with the heaviest weight!"
A boy nearly two meters tall with frighteningly broad shoulders slapped a similarly muscular boy next to him on the back with a heavy "slap, slap" sound.
The boy called "Old Wang" grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and replied in a gruff voice:
"Get lost! Your leg muscles aren't bad either, teach me how to push my squat weight up another hundred kilograms!"
The two looked at each other and burst into rough laughter, their eyes filled with the purest worship of strength and the fanaticism of competition.
Here, the size of muscles and the strength of power are the hardest currency and the highest honor!
Technique? That's just a fancy move in the face of absolute power! This is the creed etched into the bones of Lantian High School!
Just then, the heavy alloy door of the training hall slid open silently.
A figure walked in.
Compared to the muscular boys filling the gym, this figure stood out starkly.
He was slender, dressed in the iconic black sleeveless training uniform of Lantian High School, his exposed arms pale and lean, a stark contrast to the bronze-clad "iron blocks" around him.
Wherever he passed, the muscle-bound sculptors, frantically training, instinctively paused, their roars abruptly ceasing.
Their eyes, once filled with power, fanaticism, and wildness, now held only deep apprehension and… barely perceptible fear!
The boy ignored the stares of those around him.
He walked straight to a projector at the edge of the arena, calmly pulled an old cell phone from his pocket, and casually plugged it in.
"Beep!"
The projector lit up with a pale blue light.
Instantly, a huge, crystal-clear image was projected onto the pristine white wall...
a recorded video of Tan Xing's battle against Jiang Menshen!
The atmosphere in the entire training hall froze instantly, save for the faint hum of the projector. In this suffocating silence, the thin boy acted as if he were at home.
Without even lifting an eyelid, he walked straight to the wall.
There, several heavy, sweat-soaked, specially made alloy training benches were casually piled up... Each bench was exceptionally heavy, requiring two or even two freshmen to lift.
He simply stretched out his pale, wiry hand, his fingers like hooks, and with a casual grab and lift,
he lifted the alloy bench, weighing at least several hundred kilograms, as light as a plastic toy! The muscles in his arms didn't even bulge noticeably.
"Clang."
He casually dragged the stool a short distance in front of the projector and slammed it down. The dull thud made the hearts of several nearby freshmen leap.
The boy sat down leisurely, leaning back slightly, his pale, lean arms casually resting on his knees, his relaxed posture incongruous with the tense atmosphere around him.
He raised his eyes, his gaze calmly fixed on the video playing on the wall…
And with his seat, the vast training hall fell into complete silence!
No one dared to speak, no one dared to make the slightest sound, not even the slightest noise of clashing equipment.
Only on the wall, the shadowy images of Tan Xing and Jiang Menshen's battle pulsed silently.
The scene advanced.
When the video reached the point where Jiang Menshen roared as he unleashed his "Martial Bone" divine power, his muscles exploding, and a single punch sent Tan Xing flying…
the previously calm, thin boy's brow furrowed extremely slightly.
When the scene cuts to a close-up of Tan Xing crashing to the ground in a disheveled state, dust flying everywhere, struggling a few times but unable to get up immediately...
The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled upwards.
A fleeting hint of pleasure flashed deep in his eyes!
"Brother Ye Kai!"
Finally, a boy with a muscular build like an iron tower and dark, shiny skin took a deep breath and mustered his courage to walk over.
He was Zhao Long, who was ranked on the strength list of Class 1, Grade 1. Ah
Long's gaze swept heavily over the image on the wall that was frozen on Jiang Menshen's violent punches, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity and apprehension:
"Brother Kai, what do you think? That Jiang Menshen's 'martial bone'..."
Ye Kai's gaze remained fixed on the image of Tan Xing falling to the ground on the projection, his slender fingers unconsciously rubbing his kneecap.
He did not answer immediately.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke softly, his words ringing in the ears of everyone who had pricked up their ears:
"Impressive."
Hearing Ye Kai's "impressive," Zhao Long's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he subconsciously nodded in agreement:
"Indeed! Martial Bone Divine Ability, so domineering! That damned Gale Blade, it was beaten to a pulp..."
He hadn't finished speaking
when Ye Kai, who had been staring at the projected image, suddenly turned his head!
His calm, indifferent eyes instantly locked onto Zhao Long.
Zhao Long was stung by this gaze, his muscles tensing instantly, a chill running down his spine:
"Wh...what's wrong? Brother Ye Kai?"
"Zhao Long," Ye
Kai paused slightly, his icy gaze seemingly tangible, making it almost impossible for Zhao Long to breathe.
"I didn't say Jiang Menshen."
Zhao Long's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth slightly agape, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.
Not Jiang Menshen?! Then the "impressive" Brother Ye Kai mentioned earlier...refers to...Tan Xing?!
How could this be?!
Not only Ah Long, but all the boys in the entire training hall, who were holding their breath, wore the same blank, confused, and horrified expressions!
After Ye Kai finished speaking, he stopped looking at the shocked Ah Long.
He slowly withdrew his chilling gaze and turned back to the image frozen on the wall... The image showed Tan Xing's disheveled figure struggling to get up after being blasted away.
His gaze was calm, and he spoke softly, almost to himself:
"Mad Dog, I'm here to find you!"
The afternoon school bell had just rung, and the crowd surged towards the school gate like a tide.
"Old Lin! Wait!"
Lin Dong's hand had just touched the sensor door handle of his family's streamlined floating shuttle when his shoulder was suddenly grabbed by a strong force!
The force was so great that he almost stumbled.
"Holy crap! Tan Dog, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Dong steadied himself and turned around in a daze, meeting Tan Xing's impatient eyes.
Ignoring Lin Dong's protests, Tan Xing slammed his other hand on the smooth hatch of the shuttle, a wide grin spreading across his face:
"Old Lin, I'm giving you a chance today, take me home!"
"What the hell?"
Lin Dong wondered if he'd misheard, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets:
"Take you home? The sun rose in the west? Didn't you claim that running home after school was your 'golden time for tempering your martial will,' a time for unwavering 'ascetic training'?"
He emphasized the word "ascetic training," his tone dripping with sarcasm.
This Tan Xing, no matter what he said before, always ran home, and today he was actually offering to take him home?
"Stop talking nonsense! Why ask so many questions!"
Tan Xing waved his hand impatiently, his eyes burning with fervor:
"Today... today there's an emergency at home! It's extremely urgent! Hurry up, open the door!"
He said "emergency," but the excitement and desperate urgency emanating from his very bones were impossible to hide.
Lin Dong was all too familiar with that look... every time Tan Xing found something good, or was about to break through in strength, he was like this!
The thought instantly made Lin Dong realize the situation perfectly.
He knew all too well how terrifying this mad dog's desire to become stronger was.
"Fine, fine!! I give up!"
Lin Dong rolled his eyes helplessly and swiped his finger across the access control.
"Beep—Buzz!"
The magnetic door slid open silently.
Before the door was fully open, Tan Xing scurried inside, slamming his butt heavily onto the back seat. His seatbelt still undone, he frantically pounded on the window:
"Hurry! Hurry! Destination: Chunfeng Residential Area! Full speed ahead! Use a flying car! Oh wait, this is what flying is… Stop dawdling! Let me see if your limited-edition flying shuttle, which you've been raving about all day, really can really do the work!!"
In the front driver's seat, Uncle Lin, a middle-aged driver in a crisp uniform with a composed demeanor, glanced suspiciously through the rearview mirror at the boy in the back seat who looked like his butt was on fire, then looked at his young master.
Lin Dong waved his hand impatiently:
"Uncle Chen, Chunfeng Residential Area, go! Go all the way! Let this mad dog see what real 'lightning speed' is all about!"
Uncle Chen smiled knowingly, nodded respectfully, and said in a gentle yet steady voice:
"Yes, young master. Young Master Tan, please hold on tight!"
Before he finished speaking, Uncle Chen pushed the control lever all the way down!
Vroom—Boom!!!
The deep hum of the magnetic engine instantly turned into a violent roar! The powerful G-force erupted instantly!
Tan Xing felt an irresistible force forcefully "pressing" him deep into the soft leather seat!
The scenery outside the window was instantly stretched into a blurry band of light!
The limited-edition air shuttle, like a steel beast breaking free of its restraints, tore through the air amidst the deafening roar of the engine, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that ripped through the twilight, and sped off towards Chunfeng Residential Area!
"Holy crap! That's awesome!!!"
Tan Xing's adrenaline surged from the violent push-back sensation, and he temporarily forgot about his resources, letting out an excited roar.
Lin Dong, on the other hand, gripped the handrail tightly, gritting his teeth:
"Tan, you bastard! Stop taking pictures like that! If you break the glass, you'll have to pay for it!!"
Five or six minutes later, Lin Dong's flashy red limited edition flying shuttle hovered steadily at the entrance of Chunfeng Community.
"Swoosh!"
The magnetic door slid open.
Tan Xing practically launched himself forward; his feet had barely touched the ground when...
"Brother!!"
A loud shout, uniquely youthful and piercing, rang out!
A figure was seen sprinting back along the community path—it was Tan Hu, just released from school!
The boy was agile, wearing a faded school uniform, with the 'Tiger Roar' training knife slung across his back. His face was flushed from exercise, but his eyes, like searchlights, instantly locked onto the incredibly conspicuous red flying shuttle at the door!
Tan Xing was about to speak when Tan Hu, like a gust of wind, swept past his older brother!
Tan Xing's outstretched hand, intended to greet him, froze awkwardly in mid-air.
Tan Hu completely ignored his older brother, rushing to the cool flying shuttle. His eyes widened, and he circled it halfway around, making exaggerated "tsk tsk" sounds. His fingers carefully traced the smooth lines and the eye-catching limited edition emblem:
"'Rapid Flowing Light' Limited Edition! Official data shows a top speed of 350 km/h! Only 100 were sold in the entire Federation! The speed is almost as fast as the Spirit Crystal High-Speed Railway, this thing... this thing must be worth several million Federation Credits, right?!"
"Hehe! You have good taste, little brother! You know your stuff!"
Lin Dong proudly climbed out of the flying shuttle, casually tossing his meticulously styled hair, giving Tan Hu a thumbs up, and not forgetting to glance sideways at Tan Xing, whose face was a little dark.
"Unlike your country bumpkin brother, all he did the whole ride was nag, couldn't even squeeze out a 'handsome'!"
Tan Hu's face lit up with a smile the moment he saw Lin Dong, his enthusiasm even greater than seeing his own brother:
"Brother Lin! It really is you! Long time no see!"
Lin Dong was amused and reached out to ruffle Tan Hu's spiky short hair:
"Haha! Little Tiger, not bad, not bad, you've grown quite a bit taller, and your physique has gotten stronger with each workout! Come visit your brother Lin sometime, okay? I remember you were eyeing that set of mine so long ago..."
"Chu Ge Xian's globally limited autographed holographic cartridge!!"
Tan Hu's voice rose eight octaves with excitement, his eyes shining like headlights!
"Yes! That one!"
Lin Dong waved his hand generously, exclaiming,
"Your brother Lin is in a good mood today, so it's a gift for you!"
"Really?! Brother Lin! You're my real brother!!"
Tan Hu was so excited he almost jumped up on the spot, grabbing Lin Dong's arm and instantly switching into fanboy mode, chattering away around Lin Dong asking all sorts of questions, from the performance of the shuttle to the latest news about Chu Ge Xian, completely ignoring his own brother standing next to him.
Tan Xing stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching his younger brother's fanatical worship of this "Chu Ge Xian," and felt speechless.
Chu Ge Xian? That female celebrity who's been incredibly popular in the Federation lately, posing seductively on the virtual screen every day?
He'd watched her live streams a few times, and what kind of crap was she singing? A soft, lilting tune, and lyrics so pretentious they gave him goosebumps! She danced... without showing anything... only good for fooling a naive kid like his younger brother! He
just didn't understand! This kind of female celebrity relies on her looks and hype, and doesn't even try to flirt with celebrities...where do all these crazy fans come from?
Instead of wasting time idolizing her, they should practice their martial arts skills!
Tan Xing watched the two people in front of him discussing this heatedly, especially his younger brother's pathetic attempt to lick the cassette tape.
He felt a vein throbbing in his temple. He couldn't take it anymore and coughed heavily:
"Ahem! Kid! Have you done your martial arts training? Have you stood in the basic stance for three hours? You still have time to idolize celebrities?!"
Tan Hu's face tightened at his brother's shout, instantly abandoning his previous fanatical enthusiasm and reverting to his "little adult" demeanor.
Lin Dong, seeing Tan Xing's "parental attitude," immediately exploded!
"Tan Gou! What are you yelling about?!"
Lin Dong strode forward, pointing his finger at Tan Xing's nose without any politeness, spitting almost onto his face:
"Xiao Hu is only 13 years old! What's wrong with him chasing after a star? What were you doing when you were 13? Huh?! I remember it all clearly!
You were a complete street thug! Carrying a broken machete, always looking for trouble like a mad dog!
You got excited at the sight of blood! You didn't even blink when you started cutting people! That ferocity, it still makes my neck shudder when I think about it!"
Lin Dong got angrier and angrier, his finger almost poking Tan Xing's chest:
"Xiao Hu is now behaving himself, going to school, maybe chasing after some celebrities and swooning over pretty girls!
Isn't that a million times better than you, that violent brute who almost became a top-ranking member of the gang?! What right do you have to act all high and mighty and lecture people?!"
A barrage of insults left Tan Xing completely stunned. His dark past being exposed in public, especially in front of his younger brother, turned his usually fearless face a deep purplish-red. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal... because everything Lin Dong said was true!
Back in the Orphan Gang, he really was a top-ranking member!
Having vented his anger, Lin Dong turned to Tan Hu, his expression shifting dramatically to a warm smile. He reached out and ruffled Tan Hu's spiky short hair, his voice softening:
"Little Tiger, ignore your brother! He's a lunatic! Come on, let's take your brother Lin to your house for a meal! It's been so long since I've had Aunt Bai's cooking, tsk, especially that braised lion's head meatballs… just thinking about it makes my mouth water! I'm dying of craving!"
Tan Hu's eyes lit up instantly at the mention of Lin Dong's invitation to dinner, his face breaking into a wide smile. He grabbed Lin Dong's arm affectionately and dragged him into the neighborhood:
"Come on! Brother Lin! My mom must have made something delicious today! She'll be so happy to know you're coming!"
Tan Hu held Brother Lin in the highest esteem.
This respect wasn't because Lin Dong was wealthy, nor because of his martial arts prowess, but because Tan Hu would always remember that when his family was at their lowest point, it was Brother Lin who had reached out and helped them!
The Tan family deeply appreciated this act of kindness in their time of need.
Therefore, besides their mother and older brother, the only person in the world who could so brazenly pat Tan Xiaoye's head was Lin Dong!
Anyone else? Dare to reach out? Tan Xiaoye would make them regret ever having that claw! Chopping off their hand? That would be the least of their worries!
Tan Xing watched his younger brother drag Lin Dong along, the two chatting and laughing as they walked home, completely ignoring him, their older brother. He could only manage a wry smile.
He glared at Lin Dong's smug back, then bent down and called to the composed driver in the driver's seat:
"Uncle Chen! Let's go! Want to come up? My mother's cooking is guaranteed to leave you wanting more!"
Inside the driver's seat, Uncle Chen's weathered face softened with a gentle smile. He bowed slightly, his voice carrying professional respect and a hint of barely perceptible intimacy:
"Young Master Tan, you're too kind. I'll wait here; it'll be convenient for him to come down. I won't join you young people's gathering."
Tan Xing knew Uncle Chen's rules and didn't insist. He just scratched his head and said with an air of unyielding generosity,
"Alright! Uncle Chen, you wait here! I'll bring you some hot food later! Please don't refuse!"
Before Uncle Chen could politely decline, Tan Xing straightened up, waved his hand, and without another word, turned and strode off towards the stairwell where his brother and Lin Dong had disappeared.
Uncle Chen watched Tan Xing's hurried yet chivalrous figure, shook his head with a helpless smile, but his eyes warmed.
This Young Master Tan might be a bit wild, but his sincerity and thoughtfulness towards those around him couldn't be faked.
No wonder his eccentric young master treated him with special favor.
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Chapter 24 Breakthrough to the Ninth Level
"Aunt Bai! Is dinner ready? Your most handsome godson is starving!"
Before he even arrived, a loud, cheerful shout burst into the house, as warm and friendly as if he were back home.
Bai Ting, wearing an apron and tending to the bubbling clay pot, immediately brightened up upon hearing the voice. Turning around, she saw Lin Dong being pulled by the arm by Xiao Hu, leaning against the entryway and grinning foolishly at her.
She hadn't even put down the soup spoon, but the joy in her voice was already overflowing:
"Oh! Xiao Dong?! What brings you here all of a sudden! Come on, come in and sit down!!.....Xiao Hu, don't just stand there, go get some water for your brother Xiao Dong!"
Tan Hu responded loudly, quickly turned around, poured a glass of warm water, and cheerfully handed it to Lin Dong.
While stirring the pot, Bai Ting habitually scolded him, but her eyes and brows were full of laughter:
"You little rascal, you still know how to come? How long has it been since you last showed up? You probably forgot which way Aunt Bai's door faces, right?"
"Hehe! How could I! I swear to God!"
Lin Dong familiarly threw himself into the old sofa in the living room and sighed comfortably:
"It's mainly because my old man at home went all out and gave me special training, almost skinning me alive! Otherwise, I would have come here to freeload! Aunt Bai's place is so much better! When is dinner ready? Just smelling this makes my mouth water!"
"Almost there, almost there, just this last corn and pork rib soup, simmer for another ten minutes, it'll be fragrant and delicious!"
Bai Ting said as she lifted the lid of the bubbling clay pot.
A rich and fragrant steam rushed out, instantly filling the entire kitchen and whetting everyone's appetite.
"I specially made corn and pork rib soup for Xiao Hu and his brother today. I simmered it all afternoon! There's plenty for everyone!"
Lin Dong plopped down on the sofa, patted the armrest, and sipped the aroma, muttering,
"Hehe! We're in for a treat! Just for the smell, I'm going to eat at least three big bowls today! Anyone who tries to stop me will have to eat!"
Bai Ting's wrinkles around her eyes smoothed out with a smile: "Alright! Eat as much as you want! I'm just worried you guys won't have enough to eat!"
At this moment, Tan Xing burst into the house, saw Lin Dong sprawled on his sofa like a king, and without bothering to say a word, he sniffed twice and dashed into the fragrant kitchen.
The kitchen was steamy, and Bai Ting was busy running around, simmering soup on the stove and stir-frying vegetables in the pot.
Tan Xing sidled up to his mother, rolled up his sleeves, and said softly with a smile,
"Mom! Are you managing? Can I lend a hand?"
As he spoke, his eyes scanned the prepared and unprepared ingredients on the counter like radar.
Bai Ting didn't even turn her head, laughing and nudging him with her elbow,
"Come on! What can you do? You'll only make things worse! Go chat with Xiao Dong! This will be done soon, don't get in my way!"
Tan Xing was unceremoniously shoved out of the kitchen, just in time to see Lin Dong sitting with his legs crossed, discussing and praising a female celebrity on TV with Tan Hu. He chuckled and joined them.
Just then, Tan Xing's phone rang.
He glanced at the number, his face lighting up with barely suppressed joy, and quickly answered,
"Hello?...Yes, it's me. You've arrived? Okay, I'll be right out!"
The deliveryman's cheerful voice came through the receiver.
Tan Xing rushed to the door.
Lin Dong and Tan Hu exchanged a glance and followed curiously.
A short while later, Tan Xing returned carrying a heavy, silver-white, standard-issue insulated box etched with the prominent "Northern Frontier War Network" logo.
The lid opened, and instantly, a pure spiritual energy mixed with cool air filled the air.
Inside, fifty crystal-clear, shimmering spirit crystals were neatly arranged, along with two jade bottles labeled "Qi and Blood Pill" and "Mind Concentration Pill," their patterns faintly visible, emitting a fragrant aroma.
"Wow! You're something else! You've quietly amassed such a fortune!"
Lin Dong's eyes gleamed, rubbing his teeth in admiration.
"Nonsense! Did you really think I'd been eating for free all these years?"
Tan Xing's fingers brushed over the spirit crystals brimming with spiritual energy, replying irritably.
"Clear the table, time to eat!"
Bai Ting's voice came from the kitchen at just the right moment, carrying the lively aroma of cooking.
The group quickly closed the suitcase and rushed forward to clear the table.
Just as the dishes were set down, Tan Xing saw his younger brother about to pick up his chopsticks, but he gently patted the back of his brother's head:
"Xiao Hu, don't rush to eat! Pick some hearty dishes, pack one up, and take it down to your brother Dong's driver."
"Got it!"
Tan Hu stood up briskly, grabbed a plate, and started picking out the meatiest pieces, preparing to go downstairs to deliver them.
After devouring the food, the three of them slumped in their chairs, patting their round bellies, all looking completely satisfied.
Lin Dong, with a toothpick in his mouth, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, then suddenly seemed to remember something, his expression turning serious as he sat up straighter:
"By the way, Lao Tan, this time the field training... is it going to be with Lantian High School? And Ye Kai... is he going to have to come too?"
Tan Xing had just picked up his teacup when he heard this, rolling his eyes in annoyance, his tone irritated:
"Of course! That madman wouldn't miss such a legitimate opportunity to cause me trouble!"
"Tsk, this is troublesome..." Lin Dong clicked his tongue, his face showing obvious apprehension.
"Ye Kai?"
Tan Hu's curiosity was piqued by the sudden seriousness on their faces.
"Who is he? Is he very good?"
"Heh, good?"
Lin Dong grinned and looked at Tan Hu, saying,
"He's the top scorer in the Tielong City Hundred Schools Joint Examination! Isn't that amazing?"
Tan Hu's pupils constricted slightly, and he turned to Tan Xing in surprise.
"First place? Bro! How did you get on his bad side? I've never heard you mention him!"
"Sigh, it's just a tiny misunderstanding, an old grudge!"
Tan Xing waved his hand helplessly. "But that guy never gave me a chance to explain. Every time I tried to speak, he would just attack me. Eventually, I just gave up on him!"
Lin Dong chimed in with a cold laugh, his tone tinged with resentment.
"Hmph! He's always been like that since he was little, so sinister! If we hadn't treated him like a human being and given him a hand back then, he would have gone down a dead end long ago!
Now look at him, repaying kindness with enmity and hating you! I've said it before, this bastard is a bit of a pervert at heart, especially that martial bone he awakened... it looks sinister and creepy!" "
So what if it's the Corpse Bone Pulse? So many people dream of having a martial bone! You think it's sinister? I'd rather not have the life to have it!"
Tan Xing retorted irritably, his tone filled with obvious envy, jealousy and hatred.
"I'm just stating the facts!"
Lin Dong's face scrunched up as if some unpleasant memory had been triggered:
"Back in junior high, that bastard awakened on the spot, you saw it, didn't you!
Those pale white bone fragments, 'poof,' just burrowed out of his elbows and spine, all sticky and bloody... Several girls were so scared they threw up! That scene... ugh~~"
He shuddered violently, rubbing his arms: "Thinking about it now still gives me goosebumps, it's fucking terrifying!"
Then Lin Dong glanced sideways at Tan Xing, a smug grin spreading across his face:
"Hehe! But speaking of which, for someone like you with a 'congenitally useless body' who doesn't even have martial bones, you can only be envious!
Unlike me and Xiao Hu, we were born with cheat codes!"
After he finished speaking, he exchanged a smug look with Tan Hu, and the two chuckled in unison, looking particularly irritating.
"Get lost! If you're full, get out of here! Stop getting in my way and delaying my breakthrough!"
Tan Xing, stung by the insult, retorted with a laugh, his face showing no trace of inferiority, but rather an air of confidence:
"Having martial bones is nothing special? You've only reached the sixth level, haven't you? Let me tell you, today I'm going to reach the ninth level! You can keep chasing after me!"
"Tch! You wait! I'm going home to get my dad to open the warehouse! I'll pave the way with real money, I refuse to believe that I, a real pay-to-win player, can't outdo a hard-working guy like you!"
Lin Dong shouted defiantly, but inwardly he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
His brother's cultivation was simply bizarre. He considered himself never lazy and had poured countless resources into him, but Tan Xing's progress was so fast that he could never catch up.
But this thought only flashed through his mind... If his brother was strong, he would be proud too!
He immediately put his minor frustration behind him and grinned:
"Alright, I'm not going to waste time with you! I need to go back and get ready!"
He stood up and casually ruffled Tan Hu's hair again:
"Practice hard! If your brother keeps putting on airs, bring Aunt Bai to stay at your brother Dong's house! I'll have someone deliver that Chu Ge Xian cassette tape to you tomorrow!"
"Hehe! Thanks, Brother Dong!"
Tan Hu's face instantly lit up with a smile, as bright as if he had found a treasure.
Bai Ting, who was watching TV in the living room, heard the commotion and quickly came over.
She was holding a freshly prepared food container, crammed full of glistening, fragrant meatballs she had just made that afternoon. Without a word, she shoved it into Lin Dong's hands:
"Xiao Dong! Here, these are your favorites! Auntie just made them today, take them home and eat them!"
Lin Dong's face immediately lit up with a smile, but he habitually said politely,
"Oh! Aunt Bai, you're always so kind! You should take better care of yourself and get some rest!"
As he said this, his hands didn't hesitate at all, steadily taking the still-warm box, hugging it to his chest like it was a precious treasure. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he nodded to Tan Xing, then turned and left, satisfied.
Seeing Lin Dong's figure disappear outside the door, Tan Xing chatted with Bai Ting for a few more minutes before smiling and saying,
"Mom, Xiao Hu and I have something to discuss, so we'll go back to our room first."
Bai Ting was engrossed in the melodramatic plot on TV, her eyes glued to the screen. She simply waved her hand casually and gave a soft hum:
"Okay, go ahead."
Seeing this, Tan Xing didn't say anything more. He carefully bent down and picked up the heavy incubator, giving Tan Hu, who had just finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, a wink.
The two brothers, perfectly in sync, slipped into the room one after the other without a sound.
Inside the room, warm light illuminated the densely packed spirit crystals inside the incubator, shimmering with iridescent light, while two bottles of pills beside it emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.
Looking at his nearly empty savings, Tan Xing couldn't help but sigh softly:
"Damn it, if it weren't for that old wolf mess dragging me into this mess, I'd be slaughtering ferocious beasts and collecting essences in the wilderness by now! Why would I be in this situation, selling everything I own and paying out of my own pocket!"
A thought flashed through his mind, and the ominous, blood-red crystal under the bed seemed to reappear before his eyes...
Dingfeng Group and those mad dog-like cultists were both looking for it.
This thing was now a hot potato, no, a death sentence! Even if he wanted to hand it over obediently now, they probably wouldn't let him live to see tomorrow to silence him.
It was like mud falling into his pants... even if it wasn't shit, it was still shit!
He shook his head forcefully, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, and turned his gaze to Tan Hu, who stood beside him with a serious expression and ramrod straight. His tone was stern:
"Tiger, don't just stand there, watch carefully! This minor breakthrough, the changes in the flow of your Qi and blood, will benefit you in the future!"
He pointed to the old wooden bed.
"Come on, move this bed aside and make some room for me!"
Tan Hu's solemn expression remained unchanged;
he simply nodded emphatically and immediately stepped forward without uttering a word of nonsense. In a few swift movements, accompanied by a slight scraping sound, a space large enough for one person to move around freely was cleared in the center of the somewhat cramped room.
Tan Xing didn't delay any longer. He first performed several rounds of body-refining exercises with great vigor to circulate his Qi and blood, then grabbed a spirit crystal, sat cross-legged, and focused his mind.
He had long since memorized the blood and qi circulation pathways of the body-tempering exercises. He guided the surging blood and qi within his body, repeatedly impacting his muscles, bones, and internal organs.
The abundant pure spiritual energy within the spirit crystal in his hand continuously flowed into his body, like the finest, smoothing threads, rapidly repairing the meridians slightly damaged by the violent surge of blood and qi, bringing waves of cool comfort.
Time passed silently. An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the spirit crystal in his hand, which had originally been crystal clear and radiant, had become grayish-white and dull, devoid of spiritual energy.
Tan Xing slowly opened his eyes without hesitation, casually took another spirit crystal that Tan Hu had prepared beforehand, closed his eyes again, and immersed himself in the next round of tedious but crucial blood and qi circulation.
Relying on the spiritual energy of a large number of spirit crystals, Tan Xing was purely relying on painstaking effort, repeatedly tempering his muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs in a blood and qi furnace.
Each cycle strengthened their resilience and widened their blood and qi pathways.
Suddenly… Tan Xing's aura abruptly stagnated, then surged violently like boiling water, his skin flushed an unnatural red, and even faint white steam rose from his head!
Tan Hu's heart skipped a beat, his eyes lighting up: "He's about to break through!"
A series of rapid, crackling sounds, like popping beans, emanated from deep within Tan Xing's body. The veins on his bare arms and neck bulged, like coiled dragons, looking somewhat frightening, but then slowly subsided, disappearing beneath his skin. After a long while
, Tan Xing finally exhaled a long, hot breath and slowly opened his eyes.
A flash of light appeared in his eyes, replaced by deep exhaustion.
"Brother! How is it?" Tan Hu immediately leaned forward, his voice full of urgency and anticipation.
"I broke through!" Tan Xing's voice was a little hoarse, but it couldn't hide his joy.
"Ninth level, done!"
He carefully experienced the completely different sense of power within his body. Whether it was the strength of his bones and muscles, or the speed and amount of his blood and qi surging, it far surpassed what he had experienced before the breakthrough!
"Great! Shall we continue tempering?"
Tan Hu was overjoyed, wishing his elder brother could reach the peak in one go.
"No."
Tan Xing shook his head decisively, his face showing even deeper exhaustion:
"The mental exertion is too great. Forcing the tempering further will deplete my spirit, and it won't be worth it."
Although his body was in a state of hunger and strength after the breakthrough, stimulating his blood and qi was itself a great test of his mind. At this moment, he only felt dizzy and his temples were throbbing. He had indeed reached his limit.
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Chapter 25 Peak Su Tianhao
Night fell, and the steam in the bathroom hadn't completely dissipated.
Tan Xing finished showering, casually dried his still-dripping hair, and collapsed onto the bed.
He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the depths of his consciousness... A semi-transparent, dark blue panel, visible only to himself, silently unfolded, its light subtly shifting, revealing clearly displayed data.
[Myriad Realms Blade Master Template System]
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Name: Tan Xing
Cultivation: Body Tempering Ninth Level (Muscles, Bones, Skin, Membrane Strengthening)
Body Tempering Method:
The Eighteenth Set of National Body Training Broadcast Gymnastics (Eagle Takes Flight) - Perfect (100/100)
Martial Arts Techniques:
Eighteen Forms of Sanda - Perfect (100/100)
Eagle Knife Technique (Basic) - Perfect (100/100)
Grasshopper (Basic) Basic Chapter) - Perfection (100/100)
Current Template: Wandering Alone - Tian Boguang (The Smiling, Proud Wanderer World) [Activation Progress: 100%]
Template Skills:
Blade Mastery Enhancement (Passive)
Swift Movement Enhancement (Passive)
Energy Essence: 18 points
Next Inheritance Draw: Requires 1000 energy essence points and the current template activation progress must reach 100%
His gaze swept over the word "Perfection," but Tan Xing's face showed no joy.
He had mastered the Body Tempering Method and the Eagle's Fledgling Blade Technique, and as for the Grass-Flying Movement Technique, it had long been integrated into his instincts. This meant that his accumulation in the Body Tempering Realm had reached its limit.
The road ahead suddenly opened up, but it also suddenly became narrow.
"Body Tempering Perfection is just the beginning... Next, we must quickly gather 1000 essences to extract the next core template!"
He frowned, feeling as if a stone was pressing on his heart:
"Without a stronger character template to carry the True Martial Arts, relying solely on 'Tian Boguang's talent,' let alone catching up with those monsters, we won't even be able to see their taillights!"
Jiang Menshen's terrifying martial bones, like those of an ancient ferocious beast, and the faces of Yu Feng, Di Fei, Zhuo Wanqing, Qiu Ba, Ye Kai... these prodigies flashed through his mind one by one.
A strong sense of urgency surged up. Others relied on talent, but he was risking his life to earn essence and cheat his way to the top! One step too slow, and he would be plunged into an abyss.
The thought made Tan Xing's heart sink.
He had just mentally reviewed everything, and cold sweat nearly broke out... He had clashed with almost every one of the tough guys and monsters in his grade!
Jiang Menshen was a given, and Ye Kai, that madman, practically wanted to tear him apart. There were several others... either from the joint entrance exam of a hundred schools, or from when he'd gone too far.
"What the hell is this?"
Tan Xing cursed inwardly.
"I've always been kind to everyone, how did I end up like a public enemy?"
The thought of these guys achieving great success and becoming incredibly powerful, while he, because he couldn't keep up, was relegated to the background, even trampled underfoot...
just imagining it sent shivers down his spine! It was chilling!
No, I must get the essence! I must get it faster!
This thought surged into the depths of his consciousness like a branding iron. Tan Xing could no longer hold on, and with a strong sense of mental exhaustion, he sank into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, but Tan Xing suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He had had an extremely terrifying dream.
In the dream, there was a boundless blood-red world, the sky, the earth, and even the air were all soaked in a nauseating, viscous blood color.
Countless blurry figures, formed from thick blood, knelt densely on the ground, frantically bowing to the blood-red sky .
They chanted incantations, uttering ancient and eerie syllables, which merged into a wave of fanatical, spine-chilling praise.
The atmosphere was distorted and blasphemous, filled with an indescribable evil.
Tan Xing woke up with a start, his heart pounding.
He recalled the frenzied scene in his dream in horror, cold sweat pouring down his back.
Unable to control himself, his lips moved uncontrollably, unconsciously mimicking the eerie tone of the blood-red figures in his dream, hoarsely uttering a name that was difficult to pronounce and filled with an ominous aura:
"G...Rumash..."
The moment this forbidden name left his lips...
The crimson crystal he had kept hidden deep under his bed suddenly flashed with a faint yet eerily sinister crimson light!
Deep in the desolate, lifeless wilderness, jagged rocks cast distorted shadows.
A simple altar, constructed of pale animal bones and human remains, stood there, the skeletons and corpses covered with indescribable blasphemous symbols, emanating a faint stench of blood and decay.
Below the altar, a figure in a dark red robe, the color of dried blood, knelt.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, a sinister red light flashing in them. He abruptly looked up, his turbid, fanatical gaze fixed on the magnificent wilderness gate of Northern Xinjiang City.
His cracked lips parted uncontrollably, revealing an excited, fanatical smile:
"Found it!"
But the moment the eerie name "Grumash" escaped his lips, Tan Xing froze, his face turning deathly pale!
A chill ran down his spine and up to the top of his head! He almost immediately thought of the thing under the bed... the blood-red crystal the old wolf had given him!
"Damn it!!"
He jolted awake, jumping out of bed. Without thinking, he bent down and roughly pulled out the package hidden deep inside, frantically untying it.
Only when he saw the blood-red crystal lying quietly inside, its color unchanged, without any of the expected changes or signs of activation, did his heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally settle down, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it! I shouldn't have taken this hot potato!"
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken.
But the intense fear prevented him from being careless.
He quickly dragged out the incubator that had originally contained spirit crystals and pills, carefully removed the remaining spirit crystals and pills, and put them away properly, emptying the incubator.
Then, using a thick cloth as a pad, he carefully picked up the blood-red crystal, quickly stuffed it into the incubator, and locked it tightly!
After doing all this, he pushed the box further under the bed, and only then did Tan Xing feel the lingering chill and palpitations subside slightly.
"I have to find a way to get rid of this damn thing tomorrow!"
The next morning, before six o'clock.
Tan Xing had barely slept a wink all night. Whenever he closed his eyes, it was as if that blood-red world and the mad babbling would surge in like a tide, making his scalp tingle. As soon as it
was dawn, he couldn't lie still any longer. He grabbed the incubator, pushed his bicycle, and went out the door, wanting to get rid of the crystal as soon as possible.
However, he had only taken a few steps out of the house when he suddenly stopped.
There stood a dozen or so men, all dressed in black suits, at the entrance of the residential area.
They were all tall and imposing, their aura sharp and deep. Just standing there quietly, they exuded an invisible pressure, clashing with the tranquility of the old neighborhood in the early morning.
Tan Xing's brows furrowed instantly as he warily watched these uninvited guests
. Just then, the leader, a man in black, seemed to have already locked onto him. His sharp gaze lingered briefly on the thermostat in the back of the bicycle before he strode forward with steady steps, blocking Tan Xing's path.
The man was expressionless, his voice low, and his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze:
"Tan Xing?"
Tan Xing gripped the handlebars, stopped, and stared intently at the man, asking in return,
"Who are you?"
"Come with us."
The man in black spoke calmly, his tone brooking no refusal.
"Heh?"
Tan Xing, too lazy to waste words, pushed his bicycle forward with a sudden burst of speed, forcefully shoving aside the man in black blocking his way, and prepared to leave.
"Tan Xing! A senior high school student at Jinglan High School! His father, Tan Gong, was a member of the Northern Frontier Night Patrol Division, serving as a 'Night Wanderer,' and died in the line of duty a year ago.
His mother, Bai Ting, runs a fried noodle stall at the night market. His younger brother, Tan Hu, is currently a second-year student at Chuying Junior High School."
The man in black spoke in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly:
"You don't want anything to happen to your family because of your lack of cooperation, do you?"
Tan Xing's movements suddenly froze.
He turned around abruptly, his previous nonchalance instantly shattered, and an almost tangible killing intent erupted from his body. His eyes were sharp, fixed on the man in black's face, and his voice was chilling:
"What do you mean!"
Seeing this, the man in black smiled knowingly and said slowly:
"Don't be nervous. We are from the security department of Dingfeng Group. Our boss would like to invite you over for a chat. Get in the car."
He turned to the side and pointed to a luxurious, black-painted shuttle parked at the alley entrance.
"Dingfeng...?"
Tan Xing's heart sank. The name instantly reminded him of the crystal in the car trunk and the girl who raised the wolf.
He remained calm and said,
"Okay. But I have to put the things home first. You guys wait here."
Without waiting for a response, he immediately turned around, pushed the car, and quickly went back.
As soon as he entered the house, Tan Xing quickly locked the door.
He immediately stuffed the incubator, which was the source of the problem, back under the bed. Then, he pulled out a heavy multi-functional tactical knife from a hidden compartment under the bed, neatly tucked it into his waistband, and covered it with the hem of his coat.
At this moment, Tan Hu rubbed his eyes and came out of the room. Seeing his older brother's murderous expression, he asked blankly,
"Brother? What's wrong? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"
Tan Xing stared at his younger brother, his tone resolute:
"Don't go to school today. Call Lin Dong immediately, then take Mom and go to his house to hide! Understand?"
Tan Hu's face changed instantly. He rushed to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and saw the group of conspicuous men in black downstairs. His face darkened immediately, and he asked in a stern voice,
"Those people... are they here for us?"
"Not yet, but they specifically named me, so they're definitely not good people. Do as I say!"
Tan Hu nodded heavily, his eyes filled with seriousness:
"Understood! Brother, be careful! I'll take care of things at home!"
Looking at his younger brother's composed appearance, Tan Xing took a deep breath, suppressing his surging killing intent and anger.
Dingfeng Group, a behemoth in Beijiang City, was far beyond what a mere Body Tempering Realm student like him could confront.
The other party threatened him with his family, directly striking at his Achilles' heel.
Thinking of this, Tan Xing stopped looking at his younger brother, Tan Hu, and turned to leave.
Just as he stepped out of the residential compound, he saw the man in black still standing there, a knowing smile on his face, gesturing to the side:
"Please."
Tan Xing walked expressionlessly towards the black luxury shuttle.
The door slid open silently, and he bent down to sit in the back seat.
Inside, Tan Xing's eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the interior.
The shuttle's interior was extremely luxurious, with excellent soundproofing; almost no outside noise could be heard.
The windows were one-way, preventing anyone from seeing inside.
Tan Xing was seated in the middle, surrounded by bodyguards in black suits exuding a tense and imposing aura, an invisible pressure looming over him.
Just as Tan Xing was scrutinizing the vehicle, a man in black beside him sneered, breaking the silence. His voice carried an undisguised warning:
"Kid, don't waste your energy looking around. This car is custom-made, with bulletproof glass and a reinforced hull.
Even if you can fight back against us inside, you won't be able to escape through the windows immediately.
We know your reputation as 'Whirlwind Blade,' and we know that 'geniuses' like you can't be judged by ordinary standards.
So, we've deployed an entire armed squad to hire you.
You'd better think it over carefully. You might be able to run, but what about your family's fried noodle stall, and your younger brother who's still in middle school? Do you think they can escape?"
Tan Xing's eyes narrowed, a flash of cold light appearing in them before finally settling into complete silence.
The car fell into a suffocating silence once more, broken only by the low, steady electromagnetic hum of the shuttle's engine.
The shuttle sped along, the city scenery outside the window rushing past, but it didn't head towards the Dingfeng Group skyscraper in the city center, a symbol of wealth and power. Instead, it flew straight towards the industrial zone on the outskirts of Beijiang City.
About twenty minutes later, the shuttle entered a heavily guarded industrial park and finally stopped in front of a gray-white detached villa.
"Kid! We're here! Get out!"
In the passenger seat, the leader of the men in black turned his head and ordered in a harsh tone.
Tan Xing looked at the man and stared at him for several seconds before twitching his lips and asking coldly,
"What's your name?"
The man in black met Tan Xing's malicious gaze, but instead of being annoyed, he curled his lips into a sneer:
"My surname is Su, everyone calls me Su San!"
Tan Xing nodded, his face showing no emotion, and simply repeated it before personally saying,
"Okay!"
Before the words were even finished, he had already pushed open the car door and climbed out of the car.
As Tan Xing, "surrounded" by a group of men in black, stepped into the villa's hall,
the interior was extremely luxurious. Crystal chandeliers reflected a cold light, making the gleaming marble floor appear even more spacious.
A middle-aged man, dressed in elegant Chinese attire and exuding a composed air, was already seated on the central leather sofa. Upon seeing Tan Xing enter, he immediately put on a warm yet authoritative smile and stood up:
"Hello, Tan Xing! My name is Su Tianhao. You should have heard of me, right?"
Tan Xing's gaze swept over the man, and he also forced a cold smile, his tone even sounding somewhat lazy:
"Of course. The renowned head of the Dingfeng Group. Who in Beijiang City hasn't heard of Boss Su? His name is legendary."
Su Tianhao laughed heartily and casually waved his hand.
The men in black, with their intimidating aura, immediately retreated silently like a tide, quickly disappearing into the various corridor entrances, leaving only the two of them present.
He warmly gestured for Tan Xing to sit on the sofa opposite him:
"Inviting you here in this way is rather abrupt, please forgive me!"
"Indeed,"
Tan Xing readily sat down, leaning back slightly, raising an eyebrow:
"Dingfeng Group's way of inviting people is quite...unique."
Hearing this undisguised sarcasm, Su Tianhao's smile didn't diminish at all, and he waved his hand with a laugh:
"Hahaha! There's really no other way! Too many rules make things drag. Without some special methods, I'm afraid a young and promising talent like you wouldn't give this old man any face." "
Mr. Su is a big businessman, his time is precious."
Tan Xing was too lazy to be polite anymore and cut straight to the point:
"What is it? Just say it."
Upon hearing this, Su Tianhao immediately clapped his hands and laughed, appearing extremely forthright:
"Alright! Tan, you're certainly straightforward. I'll get straight to the point!
My troublesome daughter, Su Weiwei, recently got herself a pet that wasn't very well-behaved, which caused some trouble.
Luckily, Tan stepped in and saved that innocent little girl, preventing her from causing even greater harm.
For both personal and professional reasons, I must thank you in person!"
Upon hearing this, Tan Xing's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his tense nerves instantly relaxed considerably.
"So that's what it was about..."
He thought to himself,
"Luckily, it wasn't for the crystal. It seems Su Tianhao doesn't know that Old Wolf gave me the item? Or... they haven't found Old Wolf yet?"
Thinking this, he relaxed considerably, his previously carefully guarded demeanor becoming much more casual.
He casually reached into the elegant fruit platter in front of him, picked up a plump amethyst grape, popped it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then said in a slightly indistinct, lazy tone,
"It was nothing, Mr. Su, you're too kind. But... I was 'invited' here by your people so early in the morning, I didn't even have time for breakfast, and now I'm starving." "
Mr. Su, could you arrange something for me? We can eat and chat?"
Su Tianhao was taken aback at first, then chuckled and readily called out towards the door,
"Of course, no problem! Su San, go, tell the kitchen to prepare a decent breakfast for Tan right away!"
Su San, who was guarding the door, immediately nodded in agreement and turned to make the arrangements.
Not long after, several elegant waitresses in simple cheongsams and graceful figures filed in with several exquisite trays, quietly placed five or six dishes and snacks on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and then quietly withdrew.
Tan Xing's gaze swept across the coffee table. He saw glistening shrimp dumplings steaming, perfectly fried pork chops sizzling and oozing tempting oil, a bowl of thick, fragrant spirit rice porridge, and several other pastries and meats he couldn't immediately identify but were clearly not ordinary.
The rich aroma, mixed with a pure energy aura, wafted over, making his mouth water.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of Boss Su! So generous! The blood and energy contained in this pork chop… it must be from a spirit-level beast, right? This meal is equivalent to several days of arduous training for an ordinary martial artist."
Su Tianhao simply smiled and casually raised his hand in greeting:
"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Don't be so polite, Tan. Eat first, and we can chat more later."
Hearing this, Tan Xing stopped his pretense of politeness.
He hadn't eaten a single grain of rice that morning, and having just broken through to the Body Tempering Realm, he desperately needed energy and nutrition, his stomach was practically empty.
Now that he could get a free meal, what was there to hesitate about? He immediately began to devour the food without a care for appearances, eating with unrestrained abandon.
He wasn't worried at all about the food.
With Su Tianhao's status and power, if he really wanted to deal with a Body Tempering Realm student like him, he wouldn't need to resort to such underhanded and unnecessary methods as poisoning.
Besides, he knew perfectly well that Su Tianhao had gone to such lengths to "invite" him over, and had put on such a show, because he needed something from him!
Since the other party needed his help, what did he have to worry about?
He might as well eat his fill, conserve his energy, and enjoy the exotic beast meat—something he wouldn't normally dare to eat.
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