Chapter 92: Fusion Rate (Requesting Monthly Votes)

“It’s Xiao Tao and A Miao!”

Fang Huiyi came out of the kitchen to greet them.

“Auntie, let me help!”

Jiang Miaoyin, seeing this, stepped Zhudong into the kitchen to assist.

“No need, they’re guests—I can handle it alone,” Fang Huiyi refused.

But Jiang Miaoyin persisted, so the two prepared dinner together.

“Qi Ge, your place is so much more comfortable!”

Jiang Tao didn’t bother with politeness; he plopped down on the sofa and picked up a clean apple to eat.

“Did your relatives come looking for you?” Lin Qi asked suddenly.

Jiang Tao sneered, “Relatives? They’re total strangers, far removed by generations.”

“When my parents died, they showed zero reaction—afraid I’d come begging for help.”

“Now that I’ve made it big, they’re crawling back—disgusting.”

Lin Qi understood, feeling deep sympathy for Jiang Tao—he had no such troubles at home.

…

6:00 PM

After dinner, Lin Qi, Jiang Tao, and Jiang Miaoyin took a private car to Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall.

“It’s only the first day of Spring Festival, and you’re already heading to the martial arts hall? Only us, right?” Jiang Tao shook his head.

“Bro, you can’t slack off during holidays.”

“I’ve fallen too far behind—I must make up for it,” Jiang Miaoyin said seriously.

Lin Qi looked at Jiang Miaoyin; compared to a few months ago, her complexion was now ruddy with vitality, and her height had grown from 1.5 meters to 1.65 meters.

She would keep growing—1.7 meters wasn’t out of reach.

Her qi and blood were full, her eyes bright, radiating intense youthful vigor.

“A Miao’s talent isn’t worse than mine—she’s already ranked 100th in her grade. With enough resources before senior year, she’ll definitely break into the top ten,” Jiang Tao boasted.

“Of course!” Jiang Miaoyin nodded proudly.

Lin Qi smiled at the scene.

Soon, the three arrived at Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall.

It was the first day of Spring Festival; most staff were on holiday, leaving the hall silent and empty.

The three split up; Lin Qi entered his own martial arts chamber.

“Master, welcome back!”

“Happy Spring Festival!”

Inside the chamber, lights turned on, light and shadow coalesced, and Xiao Chan appeared in projection, wearing a red qipao, her hair styled in a bun—playful and adorable.

“Xiao Chan, Happy Spring Festival!”

“Here’s your red envelope—even though you probably don’t need it!”

Lin Qi pulled out a red envelope and placed it on the table; the front read: “For Xiao Chan!”

“Thank you, Master!” Xiao Chan smiled in gratitude.

Lin Qi nodded in satisfaction, changed into his martial arts uniform, took a stamina tonic, and rubbed his body with Red Blood Ointment.

He began today’s training.

His gaze fell on the template.

【Fusion Rate: 9.9%】

After a day’s rest, martial arts cultivation couldn’t stop.

With the template’s fusion rate at 9.9%, he had a feeling—he’d break through today.

He glanced at the cabinet: functional drinks, compressed biscuits, cold pre-made meals—all prepared.

Just waiting for fusion to break through.

“Huh~”

He exhaled a white puff, began standing Zhuang , his body gradually warming, then blazing hot; within seconds, it felt like fire was burning him.

He adjusted his breathing, mentally recalling the key points of Hunyuan Zhuang.

This Zhuang technique had long been perfected—he executed every movement with textbook precision.

Even its creator might not stand as correctly as he did.

Qi and blood surged, flooding into every limb and extremity, saturating every muscle fiber.

Slowly, refining the minute muscle groups throughout his body.

Lin Qi could clearly feel—he was extremely close to the Second Realm: Flesh Refinement.

After one hour of standing Zhuang , he rested briefly, then began practicing the Five Animal Fist!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!!”

Starting with Tiger Form, then Crane, Snake, Dragon, Monkey—each punch unleashed violent muscle contractions, explosive force cracking the air, stirring gales as he moved and shifted.

Force flowed; every muscle activated, hammered furiously in the scorching environment.

Two more hours passed.

【Through diligent training, you gained new insight into the Five Animal Fist: Fist Skill +3%】

【Fist Skill: Second Stage 28% → 31%】

【You completed a valid training session: Template Fusion Rate +0.1%】

【Template: Erlang True Person · Yang Jian】

【Fusion Rate: 9.9% → 10%】

Lin Qi halted his punches, settled his stance; sweat slid down his chest, pooling on the floor in small puddles.

Seeing the fusion rate had reached 10%, his expression remained calm; he walked over, grabbed a functional drink, and downed it in one gulp.

!

He then took a clean towel, rolled it into a ball, and bit it between his teeth.

“Xiao Chan, no matter what happens next, don’t move.”

“Understood, Master!” Xiao Chan nodded.

Lin Qi took a deep breath and waited in silence.

“Boom!!”

Suddenly, Lin Qi’s consciousness returned to the void of his mental space.

The lifeless golden tattered banner trembled; an invisible, mysterious force shot out.

Lin Qi snapped back to awareness, feeling a cool breath pour into his body from an unknown space.

In an instant, it flooded every corner of his body.

“Crack!”

“Hnngh!”

Lin Qi grunted as his body cracked—one bone shattered instantly.

This seemed a signal; the next moment, a continuous series of sharp snaps erupted from his body.

“Aaah!!”

Intense pain surged into his mind, stimulating his nerves; his eyes widened, bloodshot.

His bones kept shattering—not one, but countless simultaneously.

Pain! Too much pain!

This transformation hurt far more than the one at 5% fusion.

Lin Qi couldn’t stand—he collapsed onto the mat, biting the towel, gripping the sphere as he writhed violently.

Every bone in his body felt like it had been utterly crushed by a sledgehammer, then reknit, repeating endlessly.

Not only that—his hand tendons, foot tendons, every tendon in his body felt like tiny knives had instantly severed them.

Reknit, then severed again—this cycle continued; as they healed, all his tendons upgraded, becoming tougher.

His bones did the same—during shattering and reshaping, their framework was refined, thickened, hardened, densified, raising their upper limit.

Other areas underwent minor mutations too, but the focus was on tendons and bones.

“Boom!!”

“Crack!”

“Huhlu~”

The dual agony made Lin Qi wish he were dead; his body emitted all manner of sounds, sweat pouring like rain.

“Aaah!!”

In the silent martial arts chamber, only Lin Qi’s bestial cries of pain echoed.

Xiao Chan’s projection could only watch as Lin Qi endured the pain, unable to act.

Because she had to obey Master Lin Qi’s order: do nothing.

Lin Qi endured the transformation in agony; he didn’t know how long it lasted—his consciousness grew hazy.

His mind held only one thought: persevere!!

Persevere until the transformation was complete!

In his haze, Lin Qi slipped into sleep.

Two hours later!

In the silent martial arts chamber, Lin Qi slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the bright white ceiling light, relieved yet dazed.

“It’s finally over!”

His gaze immediately fell on the panel in his pupils.

He wanted to know what new talent the 10% fusion degree had granted him.

……

(End of Chapter)