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The wailing of police sirens outside sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, both mournful and prolonged. Lin Yuan, however, had no interest in investigating what was happening. The threat from the Qi Gong Association weighed on him more heavily than the chaos that might be unfolding downstairs, like a bone lodged in his throat—disgusting and impossible to shake off.
He irritably ran his fingers through his hair, which was now a tangled mess, resembling a bird's nest more than the once thick black locks he had. Those cryptic messages and the ominous warnings made him realize that this sheepskin scroll was no ordinary antique; it could very well be some sort of Martial Arts Manual or Xiu Xian Bao Dian.
Rather than waiting passively for trouble to find him, he decided to take the initiative—strike first! What if he could actually master some extraordinary skill? Then who would dare to flaunt their bravado?
Lin Yuan's gaze fell upon the yellowed sheepskin scroll, which looked older than his grandfather and emitted a musty odor. Tonight, he would begin his training!
He sat cross-legged on his bed, mimicking the poses of heroes from Wuxia films, looking very much like a frog preparing for hibernation.
"Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, heed my call! Grant me strength!" Lin Yuan silently chanted in his mind, imagining himself as the protagonist of a novel, instantly endowed with world-shattering power—one punch to explode the Earth, one kick to send the sun flying. Just thinking about it was exhilarating!
However, imagination is rich while reality is stark. Five minutes passed, and aside from his legs going numb, he felt nothing at all. Forget about world destruction; he could barely get out of bed.
"Could it be my posture is wrong?" Lin Yuan shifted positions, wriggling like a caterpillar as he continued to try.
Still no response. The room was eerily quiet except for the grumbling of his stomach.
"Could this thing be fake?" Lin Yuan began to doubt himself. Was he destined to be an ordinary person, forever just a mediocre live-streaming host?
He pored over the sheepskin scroll again; the symbols looked like gibberish to him—completely incomprehensible. Was this written in some alien language?
"Forget it; I should eat something to calm my nerves." Unable to train, he decided to fill his stomach first. Lin Yuan got up and rubbed his numb legs before rummaging through the fridge for a tub of pickled beef noodles.
Just as he tore open the seasoning packet and prepared to dig in, he suddenly caught sight of a line of small text in the corner of the scroll. He had overlooked it before, but now that he looked closely, it was written in modern characters! It felt as jarring as discovering a smartphone in an ancient tomb.
"Energy Conversion Formula? What is this?" Lin Yuan read aloud with curiosity; the name sounded suspiciously like something from a high school physics textbook.
He picked up his phone and searched for the formula.
To his shock, what he found was astonishing! This formula bore striking similarities to modern scientific principles of energy conversion! It was akin to using Einstein's Theory of Relativity to explain cultivation—unbelievable!
"Could it be that these Ancient Martial Arts Techniques can be explained scientifically?" Lin Yuan suddenly felt invigorated, as if he had discovered a new continent. The excitement surged within him like Columbus discovering America—he wanted to shout "Eureka!"
He sat cross-legged once more, but this time instead of blindly reciting incantations, he began to channel his internal Lingqi according to the Energy Conversion Formula. It sounded mystical but essentially meant controlling his breathing and heartbeat according to the formula's guidance, entering a meditative state.
A strange energy flowed within him, making him feel warm and comfortable—as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
"Done!" Lin Yuan felt a surge of joy in his heart as he continued to channel his spiritual energy. It felt like clearing the first level of a game, filling him with a sense of accomplishment.
Suddenly, he felt an eruption within him, as if a volcano had exploded. A powerful energy surged through his body, crashing around like a wild storm, making him feel as though his organs were about to shatter.
His body began to tremble violently, his skin flushed red, and sweat poured down him as if he had just emerged from a steam room.
"Shit, am I going to lose control?" Lin Yuan thought in alarm, trying to stop his cultivation but realizing he couldn't control the energy within him. It felt like an out-of-control train that simply wouldn't stop!
He felt like a balloon on the verge of bursting, ready to disintegrate at any moment. Was he really going to meet an untimely end and become a joke in the world of cultivation?
Just when despair was about to take over, a cool breath suddenly surged into his body, alleviating his pain. It felt like a man dying of thirst in the desert suddenly finding water, reigniting his hope.
He sensed that his body was undergoing tremendous changes; his strength, speed, and reflexes had all greatly improved. He felt as if he had gained superpowers—capable of anything!
"Have I... broken through?" Lin Yuan opened his eyes, which sparkled with brilliance like two searchlights.
He tried to throw a punch and was astonished to find that he had punched a large hole straight through the thick wall! This wall had cost him a fortune to renovate, and now it lay in ruins from just one punch—both painful and exhilarating at the same time.
"Wow, this is incredible!" Lin Yuan exclaimed, jumping up in excitement. It felt like winning the lottery, filling him with uncontainable joy!
He felt empowered now, capable of easily leaping over skyscrapers or smashing a car with a single blow. He felt like Superman—ready to save the world!
"Hahaha, I, Lin Yuan, am finally rising up!"
After finishing his cultivation, Lin Yuan was exhausted yet exhilarated. He felt as if he had run a marathon—dead tired but filled with a sense of achievement.
He realized he now possessed the power to change his fate. He would use this strength to pursue his dreams and seek the truth. He would become a true powerhouse and no longer be at the mercy of others!
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Lao Zhou? I did it! I broke through! I feel invincible right now!"
On the other end of the line came a surprised voice: "Really? Are you kidding me?"
"Why would I lie? You'll see tomorrow!" Lin Yuan said before hanging up the phone.
He walked to the window, gazing at the night outside, a confident smile playing on his lips.
The Qi Gong Association? Just wait for my response!
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.
Lin Yuan's heart tightened. Could it be that the Qi Gong Association had come knocking already? So soon?
He cautiously opened the door, only to find an unexpected visitor standing outside.
A slender woman dressed in a black robe, an ancient compass hanging from her chest.
Su Jiu'er.
Her face was pale, and her eyes held a hint of urgency and unease.
"Lin Yuan, I need your help..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly fainted in Lin Yuan's arms.
Lin Yuan was taken aback.
What was happening?
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