3: Chapter 3 Shocking Change

Seven days later, Chen Yuanji had fully grasped the condition of this body.

The good news was: although the bones and muscles were weak, the Foundation was decent. With the assistance of the ancient jade, his Guoshu cultivation speed was three times faster than in his previous life. The bad news was: in this world, he was still a "waste." This was because the standard in this otherworldly Realm was Yuan Power Rank, and he had no intention of cultivating Yuan Power at all.

At least not for the time being; he wanted to restore his strength from his previous life first. Once he had the ability to protect himself, he would consider the next step.

During these seven days, he woke up every day at the Hour of the Rabbit, practiced Zhan Zhuang for four hours, and then practiced the Five Elements Fist. In the afternoon, he would sit in meditation to nourish his Qi, and in the evening, he continued his Zhan Zhuang.

Xingyi Five Elements Fist—Splitting, Collapsing, Drilling, Pounding, and Crossing—corresponds to Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. Every punch was repeatedly polished until this body formed muscle memory.

In seven days, he finally regained his Bright Force. Bright Force, the Three External Harmonies—hands with feet, elbows with knees, shoulders with hips. When a punch is thrown, the strength of the entire body is concentrated at a single point, creating astonishing explosive power. According to his estimation, the power at the Peak of Bright Force should be equivalent to the fourth or fifth layer of the Ningyuan Realm in this world. In this small place, it was enough.

But Chen Yuanji was not satisfied. What he wanted was Hidden Force, Neutralizing Force, Dan Power, Gang Energy, and the legendary God Realm!

This afternoon, while Chen Yuanji was practicing his fists in the courtyard, the courtyard gate was suddenly kicked open.

"Waste! Get out here!" A young man in his early twenties walked in. He was dressed in luxurious silk robes and had a handsome face, but his eyes held undisguised loathing.

Chen Yuanlang! The eldest son of the Marquis Mansion's main wife and a famous Genius in Qingzhou City. He had broken through to the Zhenwu Realm at the age of twenty and was the hope of the Marquis Mansion.

Chen Yuanji withdrew his fist and looked at him calmly. This gaze made Chen Yuanlang very uncomfortable. The old Chen Yuanji would tremble upon seeing him, yet now he actually dared to look him in the eye?

"Who allowed you to practice fists in the Marquis Mansion?" Chen Yuanlang sneered. "A waste will always be a waste, no matter what they practice."

"This is a side courtyard; it's none of your business," Chen Yuanji said in a flat tone.

"Whether it's my business or not is for me to decide!" Chen Yuanlang took a step forward, Yuan Power surging within him as the pressure of the Peak Ningyuan Realm bore down like a mountain. "If you know what's good for you, get out of the Marquis Mansion. The Chen Family does not support wastes!"

Had it been the original owner, he would have been kneeling by now. But Chen Yuanji only narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhenwu Realm? No, although Chen Yuanlang's Yuan Power fluctuations were strong, his Foundation was hollow. It was clearly piled up using Medicinal Pills. Such a "Genius" was someone he could have beaten ten of with one hand in his previous life.

"Chen Yuanlang," Chen Yuanji suddenly smiled, "do you know what true power is?"

Chen Yuanlang was stunned.

"It's not a Realm piled up by pills, nor is it a status bestowed by a Family." Chen Yuanji slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers. "It is when every inch of bone and muscle, every wisp of Qi and blood, is forged by oneself, punch by punch."

Before his voice had even faded, he lightly clenched his fist.

"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out in the air; it was the sound of the air vibrating as the fist power condensed to its limit.

Chen Yuanlang's pupils shrank. What kind of power was this? There were no Yuan Power fluctuations, yet it made him feel a hint of danger?

"Playing tricks!" Driven to rage by his embarrassment, Chen Yuanlang threw a punch. His Yuan Power transformed into a Fist-aura, aimed straight at Chen Yuanji's face. A strike from the Zhenwu Realm was enough to shatter stone and crack gold!

Chen Yuanji did not retreat. He stepped forward with his right foot, his body turning slightly as he simultaneously raised his left hand. His five fingers, curved like hooks, accurately latched onto Chen Yuanlang's wrist.

Xingyi: Eagle Catch! This contact seemed light as a feather, yet it contained the explosive power of the Peak of Bright Force. Chen Yuanlang only felt his wrist go numb as the direction of his Fist-aura was actually diverted, whistling past Chen Yuanji's ear.

"Boom!"

A large hole was blasted into the wall behind him, sending stone fragments flying.

Chen Yuanlang's eyes widened. How was this possible? He had clearly aimed, so how was he led astray?

Before he could react, Chen Yuanji's right hand was already pressed against his chest.

Crushing Fist! The most penetrative punch in the Xingyi Five Elements Fist. The fist power was like an arrow, exploding instantly as it poured entirely into Chen Yuanlang's chest.

"Pfft!" Chen Yuanlang sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying backward, slamming heavily onto the ground.

One move! A Genius of the Zhenwu Realm was sent flying by a single punch from a "waste."

The commotion in the courtyard alerted the people of the Marquis Mansion, and the sound of footsteps approached from all directions.

Chen Yuanji withdrew his fist. Without sparing a single glance at Chen Yuanlang on the ground, he turned and went back into his room. He knew that from this day forward, his peaceful days were over. But it didn't matter, because he, Chen Yuanji, had never been a waste.