Chapter 90: Danger Approaching (Requesting Monthly Votes)
10 p.m.
After dinner, his parents watched videos in the living room, while Lin Qi stood in his bedroom practicing Hunyuan Zhuang.
“Huh huh~~”
In the cold room, waves of white vapor rose from his body.
His face flushed red, sweat streamed down his skin, soaking his clothes.
His blood and qi surged like tiny snakes slithering into every muscle, forging the fine muscle fibers.
His gaze locked onto the panel.
【Name: Lin Qi (17)】
【Occupation: Martial Artist】
【Template: Er Lang True Person · Yang Jian】
【Fusion Rate: 9.99%】
【Talent: Stomach Enhancement, Dragon Essence Tiger Vigor】
【Techniques: Hunyuan Zhuang, Five Forms Fist (trained together), Basic Spear Art, Shattering Mountain Spear Art, Dropping Water Spear Art, Solid Rock Spear Art】
【Blood Qi: 9.98】
【Fist Art: Second Stage 28%】
【Spear Art: Second Stage 16%】
【Movement: Second Stage 4%】
……
Over the past few days, though he focused his energy on advancing to the Moonlight Rank,
he did not neglect his blood qi training.
It has now reached 9.98, close to breaking through into the Second Stage, Cultivation Realm.
He trained all five forms together, fully conditioning every fine muscle group—he wouldn’t be stuck long; he’d break through before school resumed at the latest.
Finally, his gaze fell on the template fusion rate, already at 9.9%.
Only one step away from 10%, he’d break through within these two days.
“Huh~”
Lin Qi adjusted his breathing, fully immersing himself in the stance, not wasting a single minute.
This winter break, his strength would achieve a massive breakthrough.
……
Over an hour later
【You completed a stance training session. Blood Qi broke through. Blood Qi +0.01】
【Blood Qi: 9.98 → 9.99】
……
“Huh~”
Lin Qi exhaled a heavy breath, ignoring the sweat soaking his body, and slowly stood up.
A few minutes later
Lin Qi changed into clean clothes and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Bang!!”
“Pop pop!!”
“Boom!!”
Explosions echoed in his ears; through the window, he saw the dark night sky lit by countless brilliant fireworks, accompanied by firecrackers.
“Xiao Qi, Happy New Year after Lunar New Year’s Eve!”
Dad Lin Zhen smiled and handed him a large red envelope.
Mom Fang Huiyi brought out a pot of lotus root stewed with pig’s trotters for late-night snacks.
Lin Qi’s heart burned as if on fire; his whole body warmed, surging with a strange feeling.
This, perhaps, was the life he truly wanted.
Both parents alive, family reunited.
He was already far happier than most.
……
After the late-night snack, his parents returned to their room to sleep.
In the bedroom
Lin Qi lay on his bed, pulling out a new smartphone he’d bought—his old hundred-yuan phone had vanished, replaced by a high-end smartphone worth thousands.
He logged into WeChat; all group chats were wildly active, with red envelopes flooding everywhere.
In the Elite Class group of No. 2 High, Zhang Cheng sent a red envelope worth over a thousand yuan; their homeroom teacher Yan Hong followed suit.
Finally, Principal Jiang Zhiguang even sent a ten-thousand-yuan red envelope, receiving countless blessings in return.
Besides group chats, Lin Qi received numerous personal New Year greetings and red envelopes.
“Big Brother Qi, Happy New Year!” — Jiang Tao!
“Big Brother Lin Qi, Happy New Year!” — Jiang Miaoyin!
Seeing their messages, Lin Qi replied and sent red envelopes in return.
Shortly after, Yue Feng also sent a greeting message, leaving Lin Qi pleasantly surprised.
He stayed busy like this until nearly 1 a.m., then went to sleep.
……
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Building 3.
“Boom!!”
In the night sky, brilliant fireworks still bloomed, their dazzling patterns proclaiming family reunion.
Cold wind howled; two figures, one tall, one short, hidden beneath black coats, blended seamlessly into the surroundings, releasing invisible ripples from their bodies.
“Is this human fireworks? So beautiful and lively!”
“Pity, it doesn’t belong to us.”
The shorter one spoke slowly, his voice rasping like metal blades grinding together.
“Only during the Spring Festival do these humans lower their guard—that’s our chance,” the taller one replied, his voice like hard stone.
“Exactly!”
“The day after tomorrow, our operation must be flawless.”
“The three S-class geniuses on the list must die!”
The shorter one clenched his fist firmly—a pair of dark brown-skinned arms.
A terrifying aura erupted from him.
“Understood!”
The taller one responded without emotion.
……
Martial Era 2046, January 15
Morning
Lin Qi still woke at 4 a.m., practicing stance and fist techniques in his bedroom.
!
Until 7 a.m., when his parents woke, the family began breakfast.
In the storage room, two black spirit plaques were enshrined.
Yellow incense burned, releasing faint strange scents, inserted into the box before the plaques.
Lin Qi bowed before the two spirit plaques, offering New Year greetings to his grandparents.
In the early Martial Era, Catastrophe Beasts invaded; he’d only seen that dark era in recordings.
At the time, martial arts had just emerged; humans still relied on firearms to fight the Catastrophe Beasts.
Facing the beasts’ formidable bodies, when ammunition ran out, humans became meat on the chopping block.
His grandparents perished during that era.
Many families shared similar fates.
This was the cruelty of the Martial Era.
“Let’s go, we should visit your uncle’s house,” Lin Zhen said after finishing the rites, gathering the items.
……
Rongshan Community, Building 4
“Boom!”
A sleek, all-red luxury car slowed to a stop, drawing many glances.
“No way—that’s the top-tier electric model from the Star Yu series under Zhongming Martial Hall! Price: over 500,000 Xiaoguo yuan!”
“Holy crap, who’s this rich person visiting Rongshan Community?” Nearby residents recognized the car model and exclaimed.
A beautiful middle-aged woman in a mink coat stepped slowly from the car.
She held her head high, wearing black sunglasses, utterly out of place among the surroundings.
Beside him, another handsome boy in branded clothing stepped down.
“Yingzi’s back?”
“Xiao Heng’s back too?”
A plain-dressed aunt smiled and greeted them.
Yan Ying’s face darkened as she tilted her head up and corrected: “Aunt Huang, my name is Yan Ying. Please call me by my full name, thank you.”
“Alright, Yingzi!” Aunt Huang chuckled.
Yan Ying: …
“Yan Ying, you’ve come back to pay respects to Old An again?”
Another aunt stepped forward to ask.
Yan Ying smoothed her hair and smiled. “Yes!”
“I’ve come back to bring Old An good news—Xiao Heng has been doing incredibly well. He ranked 20th in his grade and 102nd in all of Tianhai City.”
As Yan Ying finished, An Zhiheng puffed out his chest, raising his neck in the same pose as Yan Ying.
“Impressive!” Aunt Huang gave a thumbs-up and praised him.
“Of course!”
As Yan Ying basked in her pride, her peripheral vision caught three familiar figures descending the stairs.
Her smile widened—she had been hoping to see them.
“Huiyi!”
She waved enthusiastically, calling out to Lin Qi’s family.
Lin Zhen and Fang Huiyi exchanged a glance and instantly agreed—they straightened their backs and smiled in greeting.
“Sister Yan’s back?”
“Yes, I came back specifically to bring Old An good news—Xiao Heng…”
She repeated An Zhiheng’s achievements once more.
“Lin Qi, long time no see!”
An Zhiheng stepped forward, smiling and extending his hand warmly.
“An Zhiheng, it really has been a long time!”
Lin Qi smiled, reaching out to shake his hand.
The moment their hands clasped, An Zhiheng unleashed his strength.
He smugly thought: “My blood qi has reached 9.9—nearly a thousand kilograms of punch force. This kid Lin Qi won’t be able to hold up!”
“Just wait and see how you embarrass yourself!”
“Crack! Crack!”
The next second, he froze.
…
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