Momentum

Rumble!

A thunderclap exploded within his body. Zhang Lingshan trembled slightly, and his entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

His bones, muscles, skin, blood, meridians, and vessels all quivered at that moment, as though electricity were coursing through them.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The sound of current flowed over his skin. Every hair on his body stood straight up, puffing his clothes out slightly.

At that moment.

Zhang Lingshan felt his body tighten to the extreme, like a taut rope being tugged again and again by some unknowable force.

"Ugh!"

He could not help letting out a pained groan.

Then, with a crisp crack from his body, that pulling force vanished completely. Yet he felt like a snapped rope, going limp in an instant, without even a shred of strength left.

Only when rustling sounds arose within his body again, like ants crawling beneath his flesh, did the numb, tingling itch reach such an extreme that he wanted nothing more than to tear open his skin, mash up his muscles, wrench apart his bones, then scratch madly at his own marrow.

Damn it...

Zhang Lingshan felt so miserable that he wanted to curse.

Suppressing the urge to kill himself for relief, he endured in silence, each second dragging out like a year.

Finally.

The commotion inside his body faded, replaced by a vast wave of heat sweeping through him. It was like finally sinking into a hot bath after a day of exhausting work.

It felt so comfortable that he drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

By the time Zhang Lingshan opened his eyes again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Growl.

His stomach rumbled with hunger. He had awakened from starvation.

Climbing to his feet, Zhang Lingshan pushed open the door and saw his mother and younger sister waiting outside, worry written all over their faces.

"Brother, you finally came out. If you hadn't come out soon, I was going to rush in."

Zhang Lingyu let out a breath of relief and complained.

Because Zhang Lingshan had said he could not be disturbed while cultivating at home, the two of them had obediently stayed outside.

But after an entire day and night had passed, they had grown worried and could not help wanting to rush in to see what had happened.

Fortunately, Zhang Lingshan had woken up in time. Otherwise, seeing him lying on the floor would only have made them more anxious.

"My fault, my fault. Training wore me out, so I fell asleep."

Zhang Lingshan smiled apologetically, then asked, "Is there food?"

"Yes! I'll serve it for you."

Zhang Lingyu immediately ran to the kitchen.

Zhang Mother said with some heartache, "Xiao Shan, martial arts are important, but you can't push yourself this hard. Your health comes first."

"Mm, Mother, don't worry. I know my limits. I made another breakthrough in my training today. Before long, I'll be able to stand on my own and earn money for our family. Then you and my sister can rest a little."

"It's fine, it's fine. Being idle is still being idle, so why rest? If a person goes a whole day without doing anything, that's when they won't know how to get through it."

Zhang Mother waved her hand.

She had clawed her way through bitter days. If she were truly told to do nothing but enjoy comfort, she would not even know how to enjoy it.

Not to mention that this was not the time to enjoy comfort yet.

The children needed meat to practice martial arts, and that all cost money. The rent on Hongwu Street and the martial arts school fees also cost money.

Although Zhang Lingshan told her not to worry, how could a mother possibly not worry?

Zhang Lingshan watched as his mother took advantage of the last evening light to work diligently on her needlework, while his sister helped earnestly at her side.

A wave of guilt rose in his heart.

Ever since coming to this world, he had never truly done anything for his family. On the contrary, they had always been helping him fulfill his martial arts dream.

He was like a vampire, sucking his family dry and spending their money.

It was truly far too selfish.

Although there would be much to accomplish once he succeeded in martial arts.

He had been painting this pie for so long without ever getting to eat it. It was enough to make one's heart ache, and the pressure in his heart was as heavy as a mountain.

Zhang Lingshan knew that he could not go on like this.

He had to find a way to start earning money.

Otherwise, not only would he fail to accumulate energy while living off his savings, but his mother and sister would have to toil every day just to earn money for him.

His sister was also at the age of growth and development now. She needed nutrition as well.

Zhang Lingshan could not be so selfish that he even cut back on his sister's meals.

"Mother, Sister, I'm going back to rest. You should both turn in early too. Don't overwork yourselves."

"Mm. You shouldn't push yourself too hard either."

Zhang Mother looked at Zhang Lingshan anxiously.

Her child had grown thin from martial arts training.

Actually, he had not grown thinner.

His body had stretched taller.

Back in his room, Zhang Lingshan first measured his height and found that he had grown another five or six centimeters.

He was nearly one meter seventy now.

Awesome!

He threw a fierce punch through the air.

The days of being called Shorty were gone forever. From now on, no one could call him Shorty again.

Taking off his clothes, he admired his well-built physique while performing a set of Red Thread Fist.

Whoosh.

The blood line began spreading from his heart to his shoulder, then continued downward, gradually reaching the upper section of his Upper Arm before stopping in the middle section.

As expected of the Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture at the Perfection Realm. It forcibly elevated my physical qualities. My strength has at least doubled, and the toughness of my skin, flesh, tendons, and bones has all improved to some extent.

Zhang Lingshan clenched his fists and struck various parts of his body. A series of thump, thump, thump sounds rang out. His body was hard all over, his muscles, tendons, and bones solid beyond compare.

This strength should be close to two hundred jin, right?

He thought to himself.

As for the exact figure, he would have to test it at the martial arts school tomorrow.

Two hundred jin meant that he was qualified to spar with a Skin Grinding Martial Practitioner.

Right, Hong Master said that if I trained the Red Thread to my Upper Arm, he would waive three months of my rent. Now that the Red Thread has reached the middle of my Upper Arm, I should meet the requirement.

Zhang Lingshi looked at the Red Thread's position, and a dazed feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Before the Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture had broken through to Perfection, the Red Thread had still been crawling downward from his shoulder with great difficulty. Yet with this single breakthrough, it had been pushed directly to the middle of his Upper Arm.

Was this the terror of the Perfection Realm?

No wonder Hong Master had said that even after training for most of his life, he had been unable to cultivate the Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture to Perfection.

How could a realm that allowed someone to shed their mortal shell and exchange their bones in a single breakthrough be so easily attained?

If he did not have the Panel.

He likely would not have been able to cultivate it in his entire life.

Even if he could have achieved it, he would have needed to spend a vast amount of time, armed with an unyielding will and sweat born of grueling hardship.

And none of those three things were something ordinary people possessed.

In other words, among ordinary people, Zhang Lingshan, who had cultivated the Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture to the Perfection Realm, was already a one-of-a-kind existence.

By that measure, at this moment, he had already transcended ordinary people.

Hong Master said that the Perfection Realm is also called Momentum. Let's see what the Momentum of this Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture is.

Zhang Lingshan was curious.

He immediately assumed the stance and planted himself in the Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture inside his room.

Boom!

A surge of heat suddenly rose inside his body.

It was as if a fireball were rolling and burning within him.

His entire body heated up in an instant.

Yet it was not scorching heat. Instead, he felt extraordinarily comfortable. He and that fireball had become one, supporting each other: the fireball helped him hold the stance, while holding the stance fueled the Fire Momentum.

As he carried the Primal Chaos Righteous Yang Posture through with silky, flowing smoothness.

A bone-piercing chill suddenly rose from within his body.

Unfortunately, this Cold Ice was weak and alone. It surfaced for only an instant before being suppressed by the fireball.

Then, with a bang.

The Cold Ice shattered.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream rang out in Zhang Lingshan's mind.