Principle of Peaceful Coexistence in Another World

Back in 2009, villas in Fuhua Community had already reached over 20,000 per square meter.

The Wang family's villa was a full 800 square meters. It had cost over ten million when they bought it, and with the renovations, the total exceeded twenty million.

The moment he entered the villa, he saw a spacious hall.

Two servants were cleaning.

Wang Teng's mother, Li Xiumei, was busy in the kitchen.

She came from a scholarly family and had been a renowned talented woman at university in her youth, but she was not someone whose fingers never touched spring water.

On the contrary, her cooking was superb. The dishes she made always had Wang Teng and his father singing their praises.

That was why Li Xiumei always cooked herself, preparing the food every day and waiting for her husband and son to return for dinner.

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen and smelling the familiar aroma of home-cooked food,

Wang Teng stood in the kitchen doorway, his mouth opening and closing. After a long while, he finally called out.

"Mom, I'm back!"

"You're back!"

Li Xiumei turned around and smiled. "Wait a little longer. Your dad should be home soon too. We'll eat when he gets back."

"Okay! I'll go wash my face first." Without looking back, Wang Teng rushed upstairs and ran into the bathroom.

"This child! What's gotten into him today?" Li Xiumei shook her head.

In the bathroom, Wang Teng turned on the tap and let the cold water wash over his face.

He was back!

Who would have thought that, after ten years apart, he would have the chance to return to this home?

After the Wang Family fell into ruin, Wang ShengGuo was plotted against and died. Not long afterward, Li Xiumei too died in melancholy.

Wang Teng raised his head, wiped his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were slightly red.

Ten years had changed too much.

Wang Teng had changed. He was no longer the person he had once been. Toward many people and many things, he could remain indifferent.

Yet somewhere deep in his heart, there were still a few soft places hidden away. He had simply been unwilling to touch them before.

Now that he had lived another life, his heart grew warm once more.

Wang Teng dried his face, left the bathroom, opened his bedroom from memory, and walked inside.

Familiar furnishings, familiar everything.

NBA Star posters covered the walls. Music discs and novels were piled on the bookshelf. The desk stood by the window, not far from the bed, and a computer sat atop it.

The computer was a new model, and it was an Apple too. Its bright silver body was lightweight and stylish.

Another item that did not fit the timeline.

Seeing the computer, he suddenly remembered something. He rummaged through his schoolbag and found a phone. Sure enough, it was not some Old Antique from 2009 either, but the latest iPhone 8.

Wang Teng had already prepared himself mentally. Calmly entering the password, he unlocked the phone.

He suddenly felt fortunate that he was someone who could not remember passwords. He had used the same password for all these years and had never changed it.

When he had first been reborn, he had even thought of relying on the memories from his previous life to rise all the way to the top, making Jack Ma, Little Ma, and the rest of those big shots collectively sing "Conquer"!

Well, that dream was dead now!

Letting out a breath, he put down the phone and turned on the computer.

There was no more convenient way than searching online.

If computers and phones had developed to this point, there was no reason for the internet to still be stuck at its 2009 level.

Technology and the internet had always been inseparable.

After turning on the computer, Wang Teng was rather surprised.

Its operating system was not Windows 10 at all—it was already on the eleventh generation.

It seemed that its level of development was not exactly the same as 2019's. There were still differences.

It took him quite a while to familiarize himself with it before he adapted.

He opened Baidu Browser and searched for the word "martial artist." A flood of information appeared.

More than an hour later, Wang Teng closed the browser and leaned back in his chair, his face full of disbelief.

"Thirty years ago, Space Rifts appeared all over the world. Beyond them lay another world—Star Martial Continent!"

"Star Martial Continent possesses Primal Force. Everyone cultivates Primal Force to become martial artists!"

"Martial artists are incredibly powerful!"

"Low-level martial artists can split steles and shatter rocks, draw their blades and sever water. High-level Martial Artists can crush mountains and break peaks, overturn rivers and seas..."

"This is way too fantastical!"

Wang Teng did not even know what to say.

Earth's scientists had researched Primal Force and discovered that it was most likely Dark Matter. However, why the people, animals, and plants of Star Martial Continent could absorb Dark Matter to transform themselves while Earth's organisms could not was something they had no way of knowing.

Not long after the Space Rifts appeared, Earth itself seemed to undergo some kind of change. Earth's living creatures actually began to be affected by Dark Matter.

Plants became taller and more lush, while some species that had long gone extinct reappeared in the world.

Animals also became larger, and their physical traits—scales, sharp claws, teeth, and the like—were strengthened as well.

Some exceptionally gifted animals even mutated, gaining special abilities of various attributes such as Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.

As the spirit of all living things, humanity naturally fell within the scope of this evolution.

Human bodies also became stronger. They ran faster, jumped higher, possessed greater strength, and even lived longer!

Most of those elderly people who had already been in their seventies or eighties thirty years ago were still alive. They were now over a hundred years old, yet their mental state was no different from that of people in their sixties or seventies.

The people of Earth went mad!

World's countries cast aside their old grudges and convened a global joint conference over this.

In the end, they decided to organize personnel to explore the Space Rifts. After confirming that they were safe, they successively sent soldiers and experts from all fields to take up residence in Star Martial Continent.

These people were known as the Pioneers!

Star Martial Continent was boundless. The Pioneers claimed to have come from overseas, earned the locals' trust, and conducted exchanges and trade with them.

Earthlings did not launch a barbaric invasion. Instead, they adopted the Principle of Peaceful Coexistence and lived alongside the native inhabitants of Star Martial Continent in a gentle manner.

Before long, the Pioneers brought back the cultivation methods of Star Martial Continent.

After research and experimentation, it was discovered that Earth's humans could cultivate as well. In the end, all countries unanimously decided to make the cultivation methods public and usher in an era of martial arts for all.

This was a momentous transformation!

History took a great turn from then on, developing in an unpredictable direction.

Pay attention—this is important and will be on the National Higher Education Entrance Examination.

Humanity's greatest strength was wisdom. Through cultivation, humans rapidly strengthened themselves, and in just a few short years, large numbers of powerful martial artists emerged across the world.

Some of these martial artists entered the military, some entered the government, while others belonged to major financial conglomerates and great families, forming alliances. There were also some independent martial artists among the common people who were unwilling to be bound, so they established martial arts schools to provide ordinary people with paths to cultivation.

It was precisely because of these martial artists that some of the powerful mutated beasts could be kept outside the cities, preventing them from inflicting large-scale impact and destruction upon civilized society.

However, martial artist was ultimately a profession that required talent. Not everyone could become one.

To become an official martial artist, one had to temper the body and lay a solid foundation.

Cultivators at this stage were known as Martial Apprentices.

Only once one's foundation was sufficiently solid could one absorb Primal Force and store it within the body, thereby becoming an official martial artist.

If Primal Force were compared to water, then the body was a container for holding water. Absorbing Primal Force was like filling that container with water. Only by making the container wider, larger, and sturdier could it hold more water.

Simply put, that was the principle behind martial artist cultivation.

Martial Apprentices could be divided into three ranks—beginner, intermediate, and advanced—based on overall physical qualities such as strength and speed.

He Manrong, whom he had encountered at the school gate earlier, was an Advanced Martial Apprentice, only one step away from becoming an official martial artist.

However, that one step stumped many people.

Whether one had absorbed Primal Force into the body or not made a qualitative difference.

An official martial artist who had already cultivated Primal Force could fight ten Advanced Martial Apprentices without Primal Force—and do so without the slightest pressure.

Advanced Martial Apprentices and official martial artists seemed to be separated by only a little, but in truth, the gap between them was like a vast chasm.

Furthermore, scholarship could be poor but martial arts could not. Martial artist cultivation required massive resources, and resources were expensive. Ordinary people were ultimately at a disadvantage.

All in all, compared to the enormous population base, martial artists remained a minority. Most people were merely ordinary people who were somewhat stronger than before.

But this could not stop martial artists from becoming the mainstream. Their rarity and importance instead gave them an exalted status.

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