When Qin Shi opened his eyes and exited the Mind Palace, the fading glow of dusk slipped through the gaps in the newspaper-covered window and fell across his face.
The warm, gentle light illuminated his cheeks, making his increasingly handsome features look even brighter.
"My whole body feels relaxed, like I've taken off heavy armor. My mind seems to have improved, too."
Qin Shi sat cross-legged on the hard wooden boards. When he chose to cross the line demarcated by the law and bounded by the rules, it felt as though he had cast off heavy shackles.
Even his breathing felt easier!
Could this be the legendary feeling of having one's thoughts flow freely?
"No wonder the Martial Artist path ultimately leads either to a battle group or the Stellar Cup.
Only in places like those can you push yourself to the limit, transcend yourself, and burn with all your might.
Just like a fine piece of steel: no matter how many times you hammer it, without that final quenching step, it will never become a finished blade."
Qin Shi carefully sensed and savored the subtle change in his state of mind.
The words Super Little He had said suddenly surfaced in his mind: using martial arts to defy the law.
New Martial Arts or Old Martial Arts, it made no difference. Those who set foot on this path—
They all kept a blade hidden in their hearts.
And a blade would one day be drawn in anger or unsheathed in fury.
"Eastern Xia's long-running Great Expedition probably takes this into account, too. When the Martial Artist path continuously produces powerful people whose Life Force exceeds a hundred, able to stop bullets with their bodies, move faster than sports cars, and shrug off ordinary firearms, they can even pilot Divine