A dying man's fantasy?

"Zhao Ge's spirit tablet."

"Zhao Qian's spirit tablet."

Li Yi followed Zhao Ge and his daughter into the main hall of the small courtyard. He found the hall decorated like a mourning hall, with white paper money scattered all over the floor. In the center stood two coffins, with two spirit tablets set up in front of them. Beside each spirit tablet was an incense burner, with a stick of incense burning in front of it.

The incense stick was long and burning slowly, emitting a strange fragrance.

"We entered Ghost Street by faking our deaths. To fool the Yin Soldiers, we made these arrangements. See the two incense sticks in the middle? Those are Soul-Departing Incense. Before they burn out, we must return to this courtyard and lie in the coffins to safely return to the mortal world. If anything goes wrong, we'll become wandering ghosts in Ghost Street," Zhao Ge said.

Li Yi didn't understand everything, but he grasped the general idea. He asked curiously, "This is so dangerous, why did you enter Ghost Street?"

"To buy medicine," Zhao Qian said, her eyes shifting slightly as she sized up Li Yi.

Zhao Ge continued, "I was injured by a Yin God, and my soul is damaged. I need Coffin Grass for medicine to heal, otherwise I won't live past this season. This medicinal herb is only sold in Ghost Street, so my daughter and I risked entering this place."

"I see," Li Yi suddenly understood.

Zhao Ge then spoke again, "I observe that your steps are erratic and your breathing is undisciplined. You shouldn't have practiced martial arts, is that correct?"

"Practiced martial arts?" Li Yi immediately shook his head. "No, I have never practiced martial arts."

He was quick-witted and had adapted to the local customs, even his way of speaking began to mimic theirs.

"That's strange. Without practicing martial arts, how do you have such a physique? When I pulled you just now, your muscles tensed up, and you instinctively exerted force. Your strength was incredible," Zhao Ge observed Li Yi again, a hint of surprise in his heart.

"Perhaps I have innate divine strength," Li Yi said. "My companions always praise me, calling me 'Yi's Divine Might, unparalleled through the ages.'"

"Pfft!"

Zhao Qian, standing beside him, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. "With your build, I could knock you down with one hand. Innate divine strength? You're just bragging."

Li Yi also started to laugh.

"'Yi's Divine Might, unparalleled through the ages'? What eloquent words, what a fitting evaluation. Your companions must be extraordinary people. However, I am intrigued and wish to test whether you, young man, truly deserve such a title." Zhao Ge sensed something unusual about Li Yi. He rolled up his sleeves and strode forward.

"Old man, what are you trying to do?" Li Yi felt inexplicably nervous under that 'fond' gaze.

"Li Mengde, try to fight back as much as you can. I want to examine your sinews and bones." Zhao Ge suddenly extended a hand and grabbed Li Yi's arm, his five fingers digging into Li Yi's flesh and bone like steel.

His fingers dug deep into his flesh and bone, gripping his acupoints, tendons, and muscles.

With a grip like this, even the strongest young man would have half his body go numb and cry out in pain before kneeling.

"Then I'll have to offend you," Li Yi understood that this person wanted to test his abilities.

Although he didn't know the reason, he didn't want to be looked down upon. Even though his arm felt numb and weak, it wasn't enough to prevent him from resisting.

With a sudden surge of strength, he raised his arm, lifting Zhao Ge's frail body along with it.

"Force channeled through the entire body? What a joke," Zhao Ge exclaimed in surprise.

"Be careful," Li Yi said, smashing Zhao Ge towards the ground after lifting him.

The bodies of cultivators after evolution and transformation were incredibly strong, making it impossible to restrain them easily.

But Zhao Ge skillfully turned, evading Li Yi's heavy blow. Then, his rough palm moved along Li Yi's arm, each touch precisely striking his vital acupoints, bone joints, muscles, and skin.

"You're still not falling?" he grunted, his voice like a thunderclap.

"I can still withstand this much strength," Li Yi threw a punch at Zhao Ge with his other hand.

There was no technique, just pure speed and power.

Zhao Ge didn't dodge. He caught the punch with one hand and then, using the momentum, struck Li Yi's chest with a palm strike.

Li Yi only staggered back half a step, but he quickly followed up with a kick.

"Hmm?" Zhao Ge was even more astonished. His palm strike was enough to shatter Li Yi's ribs, yet he only stumbled?

Was this physique monstrous?

Even more remarkable was that he could still counterattack.

Although the kick that came at him was like a childish brawl, lacking any technique, Zhao Ge met it with his leg.

"Bang!"

Zhao Ge felt his right leg go numb. Now he was starting to believe what Li Yi had said; he truly had innate divine strength.

However, his joy grew. He then reached out again, this time with even greater force.

Li Yi continued to counterattack. He felt that every move Zhao Ge made made his body go numb and temporarily lose strength, which was very uncomfortable. However, after evolving, cultivators' bodies adapted and recovered quickly. A few seconds later, he was throwing punches and kicks again.

The two of them, one testing with restraint and the other counterattacking wildly.

As time passed, Zhao Qian, who had been watching the spectacle, also became surprised. At first, she thought Li Yi was just a pretty face, tall and fair but useless, only good for bragging. But after her father's probing and bone-checking, she realized it wasn't the case.

"Father is already using considerable force. If it were a young man coming to apprentice in the past, he would have been on the ground within one or two moves. What kind of bones does this Li Yi have? What kind of sinews does he have? Where does he get such sustained power? Ghost Street is truly magical; you can encounter all sorts of unbelievable things," Zhao Qian put away her casual observation and began to watch intently.

Li Yi was young and spirited. Being constantly suppressed made him feel somewhat frustrated. Although Zhao Ge had saved him, he still wanted to land a few blows and not be underestimated.

But no matter how he counterattacked, his moves were parried.

His attacks became faster and more cunning, and his body began to quickly pick up some combat techniques.

Yet, even so, Li Yi couldn't gain an advantage.

Every time he improved, the old man became stronger, always keeping him a step behind.

Little did Li Yi know, Zhao Ge wasn't just a simple martial artist. In his world, he had tempered his sinews, bones, and skin, condensed his Blood Essence, and his Force had entered his acupoints. He was a martial warrior who could even spar with Yin Gods.

"I can't just improve a little, that's useless. I need to use a trump card," he thought, his mind racing.

However, Li Yi had never practiced martial arts and had no means of self-defense. He was merely following the cultivation methods of his own world, constantly evolving.

No.

He did have one move: Witness.

Now that Li Yi had activated his Spirit Medium, he should be able to use Witness.

He immediately recalled what Liu Yan had said: "Divine Gaze, eyes that can kill."

At this moment.

Li Yi felt a surge of inspiration, a certain instinct was touched. His gaze sharpened, his focus intensified.

"Daddy, his eyes..." Suddenly, Zhao Qian noticed that Li Yi's eyes were actually glowing in the dim spirit hall.

It wasn't an illusion.

They were truly glowing, and at that moment, Zhao Qian sensed an unusual danger. She instinctively cried out a warning.

But at this moment, Li Yi's gaze had already locked onto Zhao Ge.

Witness!

However, in the next instant, Zhao Ge swung a fist. Blood Essence appeared on his fist and erupted outwards, smashing into the gaze.

Instantly, the suddenly bright light extinguished in a flash.

Li Yi's Witness was brutally shattered.

Zhao Ge didn't attack further. Instead, he took a few steps back and burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, good, good, good! Well said, Dragon Sinew, Tiger Bone! Well said, innate divine strength! Well said, Innate Divine Ability! I, Zhao Ge, have lived for more than half my life, opened a Martial Arts School and taught thousands of students. I've never seen anyone with such extraordinary talent as you."

"Heaven has treated you so kindly, it's as if it wanted to stuff all the best foundations of martial artists in the world into you."

As he laughed, tears streamed down his old eyes again.

These were tears of excitement and joy.

"Is your dad crazy?" Li Yi asked, a little confused at this moment.

Zhao Qian rolled her eyes and said nothing.

She understood her father's feelings. He had found a priceless jade. It was just that this boastful, silly giant, Li Yi, seemed unaware of how special he was.

After laughing excitedly for a while, Zhao Ge calmed down. He composed himself, stood with his hands behind his back, straightened his slightly hunched back as much as possible, and then said, seriously and earnestly, "Li Yi, Li Mengde, become my disciple! I will take you as my personal disciple. Just train with me for three years, and I guarantee you'll be invincible throughout Xingzhou. In twenty years, no, just ten years, you'll definitely be able to roam the world. In the future, you might even be able to decide the world with your fists, suppress the eight provinces, sit on the golden throne, and be worshipped by gods and ghosts."

"Become my disciple? Invincible throughout Xingzhou? Where is Xingzhou? Decide the world with my fists? What does that mean? Are my pre-death fantasies getting worse? And this wuxia-style dream is a bit too absurd. I don't usually read wuxia novels."

Li Yi blinked his eyes, full of confusion.

He felt things were getting stranger and stranger.

Also, was he no longer on Earth? Could he go back?