Saint Breaking Realm Promotion, Beast!

So I'm not actually that weak.

That Zhang Tie must rank at least in the top five at Second High.

On the way back, Chen Yan listened to Wang Yang's analysis and gradually understood.

So Zhuang Xihang simply didn't want to give him auditing privileges and deliberately found a top-ten student in the grade for him to challenge.

Chen Yan understood, and his mood was no longer as suppressed as before—at least his strength hadn't embarrassed Teacher Wang Yang.

Inside the Saint Breaking Realm, the massive golden light brought by the Head-Opening Enlightenment was still pouring into the Saint Breaking Tree. Under the nourishment of that vast golden light, a golden [Skill] character fruit had already ripened.

[Saint Breaking Realm: Level 3 (0/75)]

[Saint Breaking Fruits: Strength: (88/100) Blood: (99/100) Skill: (100/100) Body: (0/100)]

The Saint Breaking Realm had leveled up, and the Data Panel now clearly displayed the data for the [Body] Character Saint Breaking Fruit.

A trace of joy surfaced in Chen Yan's eyes. His phantom appeared within the Saint Breaking Realm, plucked the fruit in one motion, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Huff!"

Chen Yan lay back in his seat and lifted his head. His Eyes shimmered with rippling light.

The Saint Breaking Tree was like another version of him. Chen Yan himself had received the Stone Tablet's Head-Opening Enlightenment, and a vast amount of obscure knowledge had flooded his mind, still being parsed.

But the Saint Breaking Tree had also received the nourishment of skill, and the Saint Breaking Fruit it condensed allowed Chen Yan to instantly absorb all the Skill Energy.

The moment he swallowed the [Skill] Character Saint Breaking Fruit, the profoundly arcane knowledge of the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon was absorbed by Chen Yan in an instant.

It was as if this knowledge had always been his.

In his heart, the points he had previously failed to understand were now digested. His lips moved, and even his face could barely contain his excitement.

So that's how it works.

So that's how that works too!

"Huff..."

He breathed softly, now quietly circulating the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon. Under Chen Yan's conscious control, the tendons, bones, and skin of his body began to move and breathe.

Yes, the skin breathes too, the bones breathe too, the muscles and tendons breathe too!

Wu Chuhua was right—circulating the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon did make one tire more easily.

But that was his problem, his lack of deep understanding of the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon.

And now, Chen Yan's understanding of the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon had reached a new level.

He would circulate the Crimson Gang Body Tempering Canon as naturally as in daily life. He would turn the practice of the Breathing Technique into simple, everyday breathing.

As he breathed, Chen Yan looked around, as if he could feel the flow of breath throughout the entire carriage. He could even faintly hear Wang Yang's heartbeat beside him.

His vision, his hearing, his sense of smell—all his perceptions seemed to have become sharper in that moment!

So strong, Chen Yan's gaze flickered.

If he had possessed this level of perception before, he might not have lost to Wu Chuhua, even if the other had condensed thirty percent of his Skin Stripes.

As Chen Yan activated the Breathing Technique, his body grew stronger with every moment. His tendons, bones, and skin continuously strengthened, and his power endlessly increased!

At the same time, within the Saint Breaking Realm, that vast golden light still remained in abundance, continuing to nourish the Saint Breaking Tree.

And in the boundless darkness, as Chen Yan began to practice the Breathing Technique more skillfully, the Green Light representing constitution and the Orange Light representing strength appeared.

This time, the Saint Breaking Tree did not block the Green Light. On a branch that had never borne fruit, vitality suddenly stirred, and a hint of fresh green emerged.

This was the Breathing Technique!

To breathe was to train.

Wang Yang, sitting beside Chen Yan, had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed Chen Yan's change.

"Since Principal Zhuang has a problem here, tomorrow..." Wang Yang mused.

"Tomorrow I'll go to the county Town Martial Division and ask," Chen Yan said.

"Mm." Wang Yang glanced at him, seeing that his student had never truly lost his spirit, and smiled. "Good. Don't give up."

Even as he said this, Wang Yang couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He was older and knew more.

In the town's Town Martial Division, the Chu Family's connections were like a tangled web...

A casual word from someone else could be a mountain that others would spend their whole lives trying to climb!

The only thing that comforted him was that his student was indeed a genius.

Strength Stripe—that was a Strength Stripe, after all.

Horizontal Push of over a thousand kilograms—such was the power of a Strength Stripe!

The bus suddenly jolted with a clatter; on the narrow dirt road, a black sedan scraped past it by inches.

"Damn, what's the rush driving like that?"

The driver grumbled.

At the same time, in that sedan that had brushed past the bus, two men sat in the driver's and passenger's seats respectively.

"Step on it, the Oath-Taking Ceremony's about to start."

The man in the passenger seat spoke.

"Yeah, pity Chen Yan isn't here, though. Director Luo wanted us to bring Chen Yan to the county seat."

Luo Puxin had called all the township high school students whose slots had been cut to the county seat, all to pull off a big stunt at the Town Martial Class's Oath-Taking Ceremony.

Too bad Chen Yan was missing.

"Missing one should be fine. Tell him to come over tomorrow. Director Luo made it very clear—whoever deserves a spot in the Town Martial Class this time gets it."

Chen Yan looked out the window, seeing a stretch of green corn forest growing slowly under the setting sun.

It was nine o'clock at night.

The last rays of sunset draped like a delicate, crimson veil, quietly spreading over the slightly warm streets of Green Mountain Town.

Chen Yan and Wang Yang stopped in front of a two-story self-built house.

"Stay at my place tonight. I already talked to your dad this morning, no worries."

Wang Yang insisted that Chen Yan stay at his home tonight and catch the earliest bus to the county seat tomorrow.

Stepping into the living room, Chen Yan looked around. Wang Yang's home was simply furnished but very quiet.

His gaze was drawn to a certificate on the living room wall, and Chen Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

[Yunmeng City First High School Top Student: Wang Xinqian]

Wang Xinqian—Teacher Wang's daughter?

She actually goes to school in Yunmeng City, and she's the top student.

Chen Yan marveled inwardly.

Outside the window.

The sun was setting, and more and more fields and villages were swallowed by the encroaching dusk.

Moonlight swept through the broken clouds like silver, spilling a pool of faint, clear radiance onto the earth.

[Saint Breaking Realm: Level 3 (0/75)]

[Saint Breaking Fruit: Strength: (100/100) Blood: (99/100) Technique: (14/100) Physique: (35/100)]

Shifting his awareness to the Data Panel, Chen Yan felt a slight joy.

After continuously using the Breathing Technique, his body kept growing stronger—one [Strength] fruit had ripened!

He swallowed the [Strength] fruit and stretched lazily, feeling surging power flow through his body, all soreness and fatigue swept away.

Wang Yang walked into the living room carrying a basin of freshly made Tomato Scrambled Eggs and another basin of noodles that had been rinsed in cold water.

Chen Yan opened his mouth—the portions were enormous. Wang Yang hadn't let him into the kitchen earlier, and he hadn't expected this much to be made all at once.

"Sit down, Chen Yan. Since you're walking the Body Tempering Path now, your appetite should be pretty big. Eat up."

Chen Yan smiled, no longer being shy. He scooped himself a bowl of noodles, poured the Tomato Scrambled Eggs sauce over it, then fixed himself another bowl and started eating heartily.

No one can say no to Tomato Scrambled Eggs.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours. You must be tired from training today..."

Wang Yang started to speak with a smile, but noticed Chen Yan ate quickly without being rude, and felt a flicker of surprise.

After a while, Chen Yan had downed two bowls of noodles. He patted his stomach, a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Good, right? Teacher's cooking isn't half bad, hahaha!" Wang Yang laughed heartily. Seeing someone enjoy his food made him feel good too.

"It's good," Chen Yan said.

Knock knock knock.

A knock at the door. Chen Yan went to open it. Outside stood a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking at Chen Yan with a cool expression.

Chen Yan was surprised—this outfit didn't belong to anyone from the countryside.

"Why are you here?" Wang Yang stood up.

"Manager Gong sent me to find you." The Suit Man walked into the room uninvited, looking around the decor with disdain.

Wang Yang's expression turned cold. He walked over to Chen Yan, held out ten yuan, and hesitated before speaking:

"Chen Yan, go buy your teacher a pack of cigarettes."

Chen Yan pressed his lips together, nodded, and left.

The door closed. Chen Yan had just walked away when the stranger's voice sounded from inside the room.

"Wang Yang, this is the divorce application your wife gave you. Sign it."

"Heh." Wang Yang's voice carried a hint of bitterness. "Before, I was the one asking her to sign. She wouldn't."

"Manager Gong's wife died in a car accident a while ago. Your wife and Manager Gong's wedding is next Monday. Make sure you come." The man's voice held a trace of mockery.

In the hallway, Chen Yan narrowed his eyes. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop.

It was just that his senses were now so sharp he could hear people talking even from far away.

Shaking his head, Chen Yan could guess what was happening, but this was Wang Yang's family matter—he couldn't interfere.

Chen Yan left, but the voices from the room reached his ears again.

"There's another document. After the divorce, the custody contract for your daughter. Sign it. From now on, your daughter has nothing to do with you."

"Impossible!" Wang Yang suddenly barked in a low voice. Chen Yan stopped.

"Wang Yang, don't be ungrateful. Even if the Legal Department arbitrates later, you won't win. The Deputy Minister of the Legal Department is a Gong Family member. You need to understand that."

Inside the room, the man in the suit looked down at Wang Yang from on high, a trace of disdain in his eyes:

"You're just an ordinary person. To be honest, your daughter is lowborn. Manager Gong is doing you a favor by being willing to take her in. You should be happy."

In the chair, Wang Yang's eyes flickered with rising anger, as if it might erupt at any moment:

"Qianqian is my daughter. That bitch doesn't deserve to be her mother, and Gong Qing sure as hell doesn't deserve to be her father!"

The Suit Man frowned slightly, a cold smile tugging at his lips:

"Wang Yang, you still don't understand your situation. I don't have much time. I'll give you thirty seconds to sign. For every second you're late, I'll cut off one of your fingers."

He didn't have time?

He did.

But wasting his time on a lowlife like Wang Yang? He didn't want to. Even if he beat Wang Yang to death, so what?

Coming to talk to Wang Yang now was only because coercion would be more troublesome.

Of course, only slightly more troublesome.

"You!" Wang Yang clenched his teeth, his features seeming to twist:

"You people... are you this ruthless?!"

"Twenty-nine seconds." The Suit Man turned his back, ignoring Wang Yang now, and looked at his watch.

Wang Yang's pupils contracted sharply. He sat frozen in place, trembling all over, as if falling into an endless abyss—only despair remained.

He couldn't fight back. No matter what he did, he couldn't change what was coming.

"Fifteen seconds." The man spoke, looking at Wang Yang, who still hadn't picked up the pen, his eyes carrying a warning.

"Fourteen."

"Thirteen."

The man smiled:

"Forget it. I don't have time to waste on you."

The man moved fast. He grabbed Wang Yang's wrist and slammed it onto the table.

A dagger flew out from his sleeve, aimed at Wang Yang's index finger.

"You!" Wang Yang roared, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

The dagger in the man's hand hadn't yet fallen when the window opposite suddenly shattered. A large brick flew in and struck the man's chest with precision. His expression shifted instantly as a sharp pain shot through him, and his body crumpled.

Wang Yang's face was ashen, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He saw Chen Yan outside the window, his expression fierce, glaring into the room as he spoke word by word:

"Animal!"